strive to be a grandparent

"Why are you sitting up? Does it hurt?" Han Chen quickly put the bowl on the side cabinet, carefully serving the ancestor on the bed.

□□ Satisfied men are often in a happy mood, and Han Chen is no exception. Seeing Zhou Tong sitting like this, he felt distressed. He sat on the head of the bed and turned the boy over so that he lay on his lap with his head on his back. Pillowing on his abdomen, the boy didn't say a word during the whole process, immersed in his own world.

Han Chen quickly realized that something was wrong, and quickly held up his expressionless face, "Baby? What's the matter, are you still feeling uncomfortable? It's my fault, I won't do it next time, I promise... oh!"

He bent down suddenly, and the muscles on the slender thighs under the boy's body were trembling violently, "Baby... You, uh... Take it easy! It will break."

The lifeline was pinched by someone, and it was mercilessly tightened. Han Chen could even feel his big baby throbbing and struggling violently. It was so fucking painful!

"Let go, baby! Let go!" Cold sweat broke out on Han Chen's body, and his heart felt cold. The little thing resisted his big baby like this. It seems that he didn't serve him well enough yesterday, and he needs to practice more in the future. .

Finally, relying on the weakness of the young man, he took back his big treasure from him. After a long time, the pain passed. Han Chen couldn't help feeling it secretly. Fortunately, it should still be usable. tone.

Not daring to let the boy lie on his body anymore, he quickly got up and picked up the bowl of porridge, squatting beside the bed, holding the bowl in one hand and the porridge spoon in the other, stretching out his hands, "Baby..."

"roll!"

Zhou Tong didn't open his mouth, but seeing Han Chen's cold sweat, he felt unspeakably happy.Moreover, he didn't want to drink porridge.

Not caring about Zhou Tong's attitude, Han Chen explained earnestly, "Hey, you are only suitable for light food now. When you get better, I'll make you prawns."

Zhou Tong didn't realize some problems that everyone knew after the fact, he couldn't help asking coldly: "Why can't I eat it? I want to eat meat!"

It's a pity that the boy's slightly hoarse voice, and his big watery eyes looking up from the bed, all changed his cold demeanor, like a bullied little milk cat acting like a spoiled child, making the original Han Chen, who had nothing to do with the young man, was even more itchy, as if he had been scratched by a feather in his heart, his whole body was more than half crisp, and the remaining little bit barely allowed him to maintain his sanity.

"No." Han Chen gritted his teeth, suppressed the numbness, and said two words coldly.

"You are still hurt, you can't eat greasy things, be obedient, or you will feel better."

Zhou Tong reluctantly got up, "Okay, I'll go home."

Han Chen was angry, and he gritted his back teeth, "You go home, who will cook for you, what do you eat?"

Suddenly realizing what kind of attention he was calling, he said decisively: "You just stay here, I will do it for you!"

Han Chen finally compromised. Fortunately, last night when he helped him wash, he applied medicine. Instead of asking people to go back and buy those junk food, it is better for him to cook for him.

The most important thing, at this time, how could he let people go back.

Zhou Tong didn't want to see him, annoying.

So a certain man was very sensible, and after telling the person on the bed to have a good rest, he went to prepare Zhou Xiaotong's meat.

As a result, Zhou Tong endured hunger and waited for a bowl of yellow meatball soup.

The meatballs should be minced and boiled with starch, dotted with yellow slices, green and beautiful.The meat is tender and delicious, and the vegetables are sweet and refreshing, which is not bad.

But this doesn't change its bland nature. The soup is clear and there is no trace of oil. The balls are all lean meat, and it's a mouthful of vitamins. Zhou Tong is very dissatisfied with this.

But Han Chen was very firm this time, no way.

You have to eat this, or drink porridge.

Zhou Tong was so angry that his nose was crooked, wishing he could beat him up, but unfortunately he had to compromise due to his poor health and lack of capital.

He comforted himself that it was meat anyway, so he shouldn't be discriminatory and should treat it equally.

Zhou Tong was used to being served by others, and because a certain man had to pay attention to a certain place for a day or two, he didn't think anything of Han Chen's behavior of feeding him spoon by spoon, and he was quite at ease.

The person who fed it was also full of joy, and the boy obediently opened his mouth to eat the meatballs handed over. His little fluffy head stuck there, no matter how much he liked it, he couldn't stop the smile from the corner of his mouth.

In this way, the two of them, who had been absurd for a long time and slept all night, started a warm day on this bright morning.

Of course, this warmth is for someone who has fallen into the vortex of love and can't get out. As for Zhou Tong, he has clarified his mind, known the source of his gnawing in his throat, and he will not feel that before he understands certain things. Warm.

Fortunately, for some unknown reason, a certain person's ability to observe words and expressions was superior, and he confessed very sincerely.

Ten years ago, Han Chen was 16 years old. Although he was mature, he didn't play tricks on his family.He wasn't cold enough to be cruel, and the death of his parents also made him have a little enthusiasm for the so-called family members.

At that time, in the Han family, Mr. Han was disheartened because of the death of the eldest son's family. Although he held great power, he did not participate in the management of the enterprise. Han Chen was still young, so Han Xuanhui's family began to take power, and they began to be more and more afraid of Mr. Han's wishes. Han Chen, who grew up day by day, may have had this kind of thought all the time, or it may have emerged slowly under the edification of power. In short, they shot Han Chen.

At the beginning, it was just a simple little action, but it was not painful, but it made it difficult for Han Chen to be proud in front of the elders of the Han clan. Later, he went abroad to avoid it and gave them a chance.

He has almost forgotten those things now, but he still remembers his resentment when he was hunted down and stabbed several times in the streets abroad.

Yes, as early as when he decided to go abroad, he would no longer be angry for these people, but the emotion of resentment overwhelmed him when he was dying.

Because at the moment of life and death, he has absolute and irresistible power.

The dreams of the past 18 years came true at that moment. Apart from strength, there was also the unwillingness to never find that person.

How can he die?

He already has the power, he hasn't found that person yet.

At this time, Gu Qingci rescued him. At that time, Gu Qingci became famous two years ago because of the "Three Realms". This famous novelist rescued a young man while traveling.

Become a memory he will never forget.

Later, it was the rise of Skarner to dominate.

The grace of saving lives, two months of borrowing to heal his wounds, Han Chen promised before leaving that he would pay back this favor in the future.

So many years later, Han Chen returned to the country, and Gu Qingci also returned to the country afterward, and the two met.

For Han Chen, "Breaking the Devil" is a part of human affection, but for Gu Qingci, it is his courage to break the silence.

It's a pity that the young man who was burning with fireworks back then has settled into the calm and self-sustaining person he is today.

The undoubted failure made Gu Qingci ask the question in his heart: "For so many years, you have been alone. I thought that I had a chance. Now it seems that I am late, or some people finally will come?"

The two sat opposite each other, their respective expressions were in full view, there was no need to answer, Gu Qingci already understood.

It's not that he's too late, but someone is there all the time.

Han Chen didn't understand Gu Qingci's question at the time, but now he does.

A certain person has always been there, and will eventually come, he has been looking for, and has been waiting for, and the rest, either or not, will not care.

"You're the one I'm looking for."

This sentence made Zhou Tong silent.

He thought that Han Chen was drawing a romantic ending to this story, but he didn't know that the seriousness in Han Chen's words pointed to the dream that had troubled him for many years. Maybe in his previous life, maybe in many previous lives, he was the same as the person in front of him. Once the tragedy in the dream reappeared, so in this life, his unwillingness made him finally find the figure that haunted him from generation to generation.

He had no basis, but asserted that Zhou Tong was the owner of that back.

So he came to fulfill the unwillingness of the past.

This time, who can stop them from having a happy ending?

Zhou Tong's heart was already in a mess. It turned out that Han Chen had done a lot for him silently long before "Breaking the Devil". It turned out that the deal between Gu Qingci and Han Chen had always been related to him.

It turned out that Han Chen had narrowly escaped death in such a long time.

He clenched his fists tightly, but still couldn't hold back, and lifted the shirt of the man squatting on the bed. There were faint scars on his bronzed skin. If you don't look carefully, you might miss it, but once you find it, follow those marks In the past, people could deeply experience the pain of the knife being inserted in it at that time.

"You...you should thank Gu Qingci well."

Han Chen touched the boy's fluffy head with a smile, but quietly ran his thumb down his temple. When he felt the slight humidity there, he couldn't help showing a distressed and happy smile. This silly boy .

"Well, you're not jealous now, are you?"

The boy's bitter and astringent voice just now turned up a tune and became crisp, "Who is jealous! I am..."

"Okay, okay, I'm joking, don't get excited."

"I'm not jealous!"

"Yes, yes, you are not jealous, it is me, I am jealous."

"...What are you jealous about?"

"Baby, you played games with that brat as soon as you got home, and you ignored me for two days."

"Who is the brat?"

"..."

"childish!"

"Yes, yes, I'm naive, baby, don't play with him in the future, I'm jealous."