Married and loved with a rich old man first

9 Son of a bitch

Qin Sihuan hooked him and led him out.

Lu Zhi frowned, his head tilted to the side, dodging the heat that drilled into his ear, not angry: "uncle, i still have three days to take the exam, and i don't have time to mess with you." "don't

delay you for long, spend a birthday with your uncle." qin sihuan smiled, his hand scraped on the teenager's ear pinna, and the posture in his words was very low, imperceptibly with a little request.

Lu Zhi didn't hear it, he just felt inexplicably upset.

until he got in the car and sat in the co-pilot, he was a little reluctant, looked up and asked him: "is today really your birthday?" qin sihuan stepped

on the accelerator, put his hand on the steering wheel, sniffed and turned his eyes, "how come you child don't believe in uncle?" he said sonorously: "when did uncle lie to you?" lu

zhi: "..."

lu zhi had nothing to say.

qin sihuan's dog thing lied to him less?

at ten o'clock in the morning, there were not many cars on the road, the road stopped by pressing the window, looking at the green belt outside, and the hot wind blew into the car one after another.

instead of blowing away the irritability in his heart, it was even more depressed.

"how's the review?" the man driving on the side unbuttoned the collar of his shirt with one hand, pressed the window up button, closed the window on the other side of the road, and turned on the air conditioner.

the cooling wind whistled, and a thin layer of water vapor quickly formed on the windshield.

lu zhi turned the seat back, lay on the back of the chair, cocked erlang's legs, stared at qin sihuan's open neckline, and gently ticked his lips: "it's okay." red

light. <
the car stopped.
the hot summer sun shines on the face through a layer of glass, the air conditioner makes a noise, and the heart of the road stops for no reason.

"oh, uncle, you're thirty, aren't you?" he licked his lower lip, his tone pure, peach blossom eyes slightly cocked, with a little cunning.

qin sihuan snorted softly and glanced at him: "what? lu zhi's

fingertips tapped a few times on his knees, deliberately lengthening his voice, full of regret: "it's not much, i just think, uncle, you're a bit old-"

qin sihuan frowned.
the first time i was told old.
or was lu stopped such a little baby said.

he wasn't so happy that he squeezed his hand on the steering wheel.
but in front of such a little baby, i don't want to show it. he snorted, warmly swallowed, biting very lightly, and the tail note was mocking: "it is indeed not too young." the

young hanger lang dang leaned on the passenger seat, and the playful voice sounded again: "if it is me, where is the good idea to celebrate the thirtieth birthday?" doesn't this make it clear that i'm old? qin sihuan's

jaw line was very tight, and the cold and hard side face line was even sharper, clenching his teeth and not stopping.

the car drove downstairs to the apartment where qin sihuan lived.

he got out of the car, put the car keys in his trouser pocket, and walked over to prepare to open the car door for lu zhi, and the teenager had already stepped out of the car one step ahead.

his pajamas were of vinny the pooh,000, short sleeves, five-point pants, revealing white, well-proportioned calves, flip-flops on his feet, and arrogant toes. the black hair on the top of his head was cocked a few times, and he stood stubbornly in the wind. <

the fire in qin sihuan's heart was extinguished at once.

he walked in front and said in a deep voice, "have a meal with your uncle, and send you home to review after eating." i

didn't look at the road for a moment.

lu zhi puffed up his cheeks, followed him lazily, got on the elevator, did not look at the number of floors he pressed, and followed him out when he arrived.

qin sihuan's apartment is large, black and white, with very little furniture, and clean reflections on the tiles on the floor.

as soon as lu zhi entered the door, he fell on the couch, and the flip-flop dangled on his toes, "uncle, now eat?" rise?

qin sihuan was simply amused by his attitude.

the child was still angry and refused to even speak to him.

he said with a good temper, "we'll have to wait a while, uncle cooks for you." saying that

, he walked to the refrigerator and pulled it open, and the cold air of the refrigerator floated out and condensed into a mist in the air.

lu zhi tilted his head, his eyes narrowed at him, whistled, and smiled: "uncle, can you eat the food you cook?"

qin sihuan took the dish out of the refrigerator, rolled the cuffs of his shirt a few times, rolled them to his elbows, wrapped a blue apron around his waist, and stood in front of the kitchen with a backlight, "can eat, poison does not kill people."

lu zhi lifted his feet to drag the flip-flops, stepped barefoot on the tiles, walked toward him with his chin raised, sat down on the dining table, put his hands on his arms, and began to pick and choose.

the man first washed the knife and then took care of the dishes on the flow table. tthe muscles on his arms were strong, the wheat-colored skin looked very manly in the sun, and lu zhi raised his eyebrows and stared at his cold white arms, the muscles on his arms were not as obvious as qin sihuan.

he snorted, "hey. the man stopped

cutting vegetables and naturally asked, "what's wrong?" where is it uncomfortable? he looked

back and saw lu stop barefoot on the table, elbows on his knees, half of his cheeks bulging, and a child begging for candy.

he swallowed silently, stared at the teenager's open neckline for a few seconds, and looked away.

continue chopping.

qin sihuan lived alone all year round and practiced a good cooking skill, but unfortunately he was too lazy to cook, plus things in the company were also busy, and there was no time.

lu zhi squinted his eyes and muttered, "uncle qin, why do you say you are so motherly?" has the gentleman heard of the kitchen? uh-huh? the

kitchen knife tapped on the cutting board, and soon the dish was cut.

qin sihuan frowned and patiently explained: "the gentleman yuanyu kitchen was mencius who advised king xuan of qi to practice benevolence. after a pause, he asked, "baby, have you really reviewed your language?" lu zhi's

tongue pressed against the base of his teeth, not wanting to talk to him.

holding his chin in his hand, he opened his eyes and watched qin sihuan stir-fry bored.

the apron is tied around the waist, and the white shirt is faintly sweaty and sticks to the back, outlining the outline of the wide shoulders and narrow waist. the ass was upturned, the black trousers pulled out a large long leg, and the apron tied a bow behind the waist.

lu zhi rolled his eyes and bit his lip. <

the mother is dead.

the tip of his nose smelled a spicy aroma mixed with spicy stir-frying, and he stared at qin sihuan's constantly moving ass, out of his mind.

in the dream, it seems that it is not so upturned?

"eat." the man's low voice exploded in his ear.

lu zhi's ears were red, and he almost fell off the table in a panic, qin sihuan wrapped his arms around his waist and took him into his arms, helpless and gentle: "baby, what do you want to be so out of your mind?"

lu zhi looked at the wheat-colored arm across his waist, and many inexplicable pictures appeared in his mind.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

he broke away and almost angrily slapped his arm: you stay away from lao tzu! why did

he, a real man with steel and integrity, always think of sleeping with a dead/fag like qin sihuan???!!!

the man stiffened, stood at the table, and did not move.

the faint anger between the eyebrows, the dark eyes were calm, suppressing the dark thoughts that swallowed the teenager into his stomach.

lu zhi was like a puppy with a bone robbed, his chest heaving violently, looking at the dishes on the table, waving his hand, directly waving all the dishes on the table to the ground: who the is going to eat with you! don't be sentimental! the plate was

crushed on the ground, the prepared dish lay softly on the tile, the soup spilled all over the ground, the road stopped barefoot, and when walking, there were porcelain pieces piercing into the soles of the feet. <

blood marks are left on the white tiles.

he was furious, and mist rose in his peach blossom eyes: "you dead guy is not good to roll away!" don't say i'm straight, don't like you like this! even if i bend, i won't look at you!

qin sihuan closed his eyes, raised his hand, pressed his eyelids with the base of his palm, and his heart was clenched by something, and he couldn't breathe.

lu zhi half bent down, put his hand on his knee and took a few breaths, and continued to point at him and scold: "hello evil is twelve years older than me, is it okay to point your face?" long

silence.

only the sound of teenagers constantly panting.

in the middle of the night, qin sihuan removed his arm, stared at the blood marks on the tiles for a while, coldly tickled his lips, and praised him: "eloquence is good." lu zhi's

deer-like clear peach blossom eyes were filled with water, and he stared at him unwillingly.

qin sihuan did not look at him, and picked up his mobile phone to call qiao ding.

after a while, his eyebrows were almost stiff, and he walked over to lu zhi and asked him, "send you back?" don't

open your eyes to the road.

qin sihuan bent down, shoulders against his abdomen, easily carried him on his shoulders, stood up straight, and said in an irrefutable tone: "let qiao ding send you to the hospital and then go home." the man's voice was

deliberately pressed, the surface was calm, and he could hear the surging emotions inside.

lu zhi listened and inexplicably wanted to cry.

extremely wronged. <

he used to respect qin sihuan a lot and really regarded him as an uncle. but the uncle said he liked him and put him to sleep.

he didn't make a sound, and qin sihuan raised his hand and slapped him on the buttocks, teaching a child like a child: "enough trouble?

lu zhi blinked his eyes desperately, and the ninja did not cry, but his eyes were still getting wet.

qin sihuan's other arm wrapped around his leg and bent, his shoulder lowered a little, letting lu zhi's arm hook his shoulder, and the princess held him in a posture that held him in her arms.

"cry what." impatiently, he leaned down, moved gently, and kissed the teardrops from his face.

lu zhi raised his hand and slapped him.

his eyes were red as he glared at him and scolded, "you bastard."

qin sihuan laughed quietly, coldly tickling his lips, but his voice was very soft: "sigh." sending



him to the car, qin sihuan left.

qiao ding sat in the driver's seat, constantly pulling paper towels for lu zhi to wipe his tears, while also scolding his own qin zong: "what is qin zong doing here?" he doesn't know how scary he is, just have a birthday, he has to pull the road less with you. oh my mom! lu shaoyou is simple, actually scared by qin zong into this?

lu zhi didn't cry, his ankles resting on the driver's seat, "your family qin is always a little scary." not

only is it scary, it may be a bit of a brain problem. <

he had said all that, and qin sihuan could calmly send him to the car instead of choosing to kill him like his father.

it's amazing and unscientific.

"but ah, lu shao, you should be a little considerate of us qin zong." on the way to the hospital, qiao ding was almost in a pleading tone: "we qin zong were trained as heirs when we were young, qin dong never gave him a birthday, and madame didn't care much about qin zong." lu zhi's

ankles moved, crossed erlang's legs, and his hands supported his head, marveling: "your family qin is always so pitiful?"

qiao ding wiped his tears: "lu shao, qin zong really likes you." he used to have only a birthday, used to this, this time back to china, for your business, all ... ay! he sighed, "in short, qin zong hasn't spent his birthday with anyone else yet!" "

......

lu zhi stared at the circle of gauze wrapped around the back of his feet in a daze, and the skilled mathematical exercise book was in his hand, and he could not read a single letter.

qiao ding's words were played back in his mind over and over again.

"qin dong never gave him a birthday."

it was dark, it was approaching evening, the night was light and spread, and the handwriting on the exercise book was not clear.

lu zhi found the first call log in the phone and called back.

the phone rang several times before someone answered.

there was no talk over there, only the sound of soft breathing.

he smashed his mouth, and hanger lang dang smiled: "uncle."

"..."
no one should.

lu zhi tilted his head and asked him, "shall i give you a birthday?" don't be mad at me, i'm a little fart, i don't understand anything. yes?

qin sihuan's voice almost gritted his teeth: "the road stops." "that's

it!" lu zhi put on a coat, clipped the mobile phone between his face and shoulders, and softened his tone: "uncle, you adults don't remember the villains, forgive me this time?" i promise not to do that in the future. very

insincere words.

qin sihuan sneered, "oh?

lu zhi looked at the time, "you're still at home, aren't you?" i'm going over to your side now? this time there was

no sound of even breathing.

lu zhi looked at the phone.

qin sihuan hung up the phone.