Undying Patient

[Master, little master is home. ]

Song Mingxuan watched the text message that Hui Ma sent him, leaned back, and sat on the swivel chair to make a circle, looking out the floor window, even if it was raining, the noisy city slowly raised his lips.

His nominal adoptive son, in fact, is a blood-connected nephew Song Yingchu, who seems to have discovered a great secret, and this secret, his true little adopted son, has not yet known. All he needs now is an opportunity to completely tear the veil covering the secret in front of the teenager.

And Song Yingchu and Bai Xinlu are both excellent blades—Xiang Liang is sharp and sharp, and he doesn't need his shot.

"A sneeze!" Su Jinzhi's nest sneezed on the cradle chair in the flower room. He sucked his nose and frowned and wrapped the blanket tighter, and muttered, "Who is thinking of me?"

The light in the flower room was dim, and the dappled light was scattered on Su Jinzhi's face and hair ends. He covered his abdomen, and his stomach was sore without chewing for a day. The crumbling stomach acid overflowed his throat, making him Loathing, the clothes that were previously wet by the rain are now half wet and sticking to him. Even the slightest wind gently scratches Su Jinzhi's body and shakes.

He whispered to No.1, "No.1, it's so cold here, when will my dad go home?"

Number One answered him: "Tomorrow morning."

Su Jinzhi was shocked: "Will I be frozen to death here?"

No. 1 slyly comforted him: "If you can't die, please rest assured."

Su Jinzhi also wanted to struggle: "Can I go back to sleep and come back here tomorrow morning?"

Slowly No. 1 said, "Okay."

"No, no need. I slept here really well." No. 1 answered so refreshingly, Su Jin instead dared not go back. What should he do if he accidentally oversleeps? Wasn't that man's business all over?

Anyway, sleeping under the drooping starry night, it is quite romantic to think about it in the flourishing flower room, just a bit cold

Su Jinzhi comforted himself like this, while tightening his body tighter, carefully surrounding those rare warmths that he could not easily rise. He closed his eyes and sniffed the aroma in the flower room, his eyelids gradually lowered, and finally sank into In my sleep.

He wouldn't be cold when he fell asleep, he thought so.

This night, Su Jinzhi had a dream.

In the dream, he was also an earth diplomat, but the earth was not deserted at that time. Although the atmosphere was very polluted, many people still lived in the security layer protected by the isolation shield.

No plant can be planted in the soil outside the safety layer, but people need it for their survival, and they need oxygen. Therefore, every household is planted with gorgeous flowers on its roof, windows, and rooms. So standing on the high ground of the earth, there is a quiet and desolate black stone desert outside the security layer, but there is another colorful country inside the security layer.

It was lively, beautiful, full of vitality and infinite beauty, where he sniffed the fragrance of flowers and slept with the night, and when he woke up, he saw—

Su Jinzhi blinked, and the warmth on the side of the face made him unable to react for a moment. The morning sun stabbed his eyes and made the tears flow more violently. He saw Song Mingxuan leaning in front of him slightly, With a slight smile, the dazzling and dazzling golden sunlight was scattered like broken gold between his hair and eyebrows, and his deep facial contours were more clearly defined. His eyes fell on himself, and his pupils were as dark as Watching his night in his sleep, occasionally flashing a little dim light, like a star in the night.

The body moved faster than the mind. Su Jinzhi stretched his hands forward and hugged the man's thin waist tightly, his face was tightly against his belly, his throat knot trembled, and his lips opened as he said, Not a word.

The man raised his arms and embraced him gently, leaned over and kissed in his hair, and asked him softly, "What's wrong, Jin Zhi?"

"I had a dream" Su Jinzhi began to tremble, but after he said this, the gorgeous scenes in the dream quickly disappeared in his mind, there was no trace left, like when it came Suddenly, he remembered nothing but a dream, and didn't even know why he was crying.

"You have a fever." The man sighed and said, stroking his forehead.

Su Jinzhi looked up at him suddenly: "Dad, Dad, am I or I ill?"

"Yes, daddy hold you to sleep for a while, okay? Let's go back to sleep." Song Mingxuan rubbed his finger on the young boy's soft hair, lowered his voice and coaxed him gently.

Shi Jun stayed in the garage as usual and waited for Su Jinzhi to go to class after breakfast. It turned out that the young master had not yet come out after class time. This was absolutely abnormal for a teenager with a very rigid life. In the mansion, they went to see Hui Hui and the housekeeper. As a result, they found that Su Jinzhi ran to the flower room again and immediately called Song Mingxuan.

He had already found out what happened on the night of the boy ’s birthday. He also knew that Bai Xinlu was blackmailing him. He did n’t go home yesterday and was waiting for the boy to call him or send a text message. He will help him solve things.

This little thing just called his brother.

But he was secretly painting him, and what secret flower language was he talking about, and when he just woke up and saw himself, he didn't immediately hold him tightly, why didn't he say it himself? Is it because it's too shy?

However, Song Mingxuan soon thought that the teenager might not be able to live through the hurdle in his heart. After all, he is now his "father" in his heart.

But Song Mingxuan did not know that Song Jinzhi always knew that he was not his biological son.

Song Mingxuan looked at the little adopted son who closed his eyes in his arms, sighed, took him back to the bedroom, called the family doctor to give him a fever reduction needle and a sedative, and after hanging the glucose water, he asked the secretary to call the teenager's class teacher Ask for leave.

He guarded the boy with patience, and didn't leave the room to the study until he fell asleep.

Song Mingxuan took time, and when the effect of the tranquilizer began to fade, he called Song Yingchu and asked him to come to the study. If the teenager could not reach the threshold, he would borrow a shovel and fill the threshold by himself. level.

Song Yingchu soon came to the study. He looked at the man sitting at the desk, his eyes closed, and said, "Father."

Listening to his "father", Song Mingxuan raised his eyelashes and glanced at him, looked at the document bag in his hand, and twitched his fingers gently on the table, and then he hurriedly said: "Your brother called you last night?"

The man didn't do anything, but Song Yingchu's air pressure in the room became slightly lower as he sang on the table. As a result, he suddenly heard such a non-salty question. Song Yingchu gave a little stun and then thought The text message he saw when he returned, frowned slightly, "Yes."

Song Mingxuan nodded, his dark grey eyes stared at him, and said slowly: "So, you know the latest thing around your brother."

Song Yingchu met his sight, his voice was firm and calm: "Yes."

"Know you still don't help him?" Song Mingxuan looked at the half-closed corner exposed by the unclosed door. The corner of his mouth evoked a slight obscurity, but his tone remained flat. "He is your brother."

Speaking, Song Mingxuan put the things on the table into the document bag little by little. Song Yingchu and him were so far apart that he couldn't see the things on his table at all. When he heard Song Mingxuan asking him that, he just gently "Oh," he said, "He's not my brother, uncle."

"Wow." Su Jinzhi, who was eavesdropping behind the door, cooperated with him and said to No. 1, "This day is finally here, and I will be kicked out of the house soon."

Number one: "Don't talk, feel your people's design with your heart."

Su Jinzhi raised an eyebrow and stretched his legs into the study again, trying to make Song Mingxuan see more clearly-your little ancestor overhearing here.

When Song Mingxuan heard Song Yingchu's changed title, he asked, "You all know?"

Song Yingchu clenched his fists and took a deep breath: "Second uncle, why do you keep hiding this from me, obviously I am your loved one! But you let someone who has nothing to do with you be your son!" "

"I used to hide you to protect you. After all, your father has only you as a son." Song Mingxuan looked unchanged, sighed after glancing at the corner of the door, knocked on the paper bag and said, "But you also Jin Zhi should not be treated this way. "

Song Mingxuan's words were leak-free. Only Song Yingchu, who could clearly see his movements in the room, knew what he was referring to. The teenager standing at the door heard him most often because he thought his brother was not good at him. Think more. Song Mingxuan originally wanted to clearly put Bai Xinlu on the table and talk to Song Yingchu, but he suddenly changed his mind. Bai Xinlu's sword had other uses and should not be abandoned by him now.

Song Yingchu listened to him and said with a cold hum, "He is useless and is not worthy of being the Song family."

Song Mingxuan lowered his face and threw the contents of the file bag in front of Song Yingchu, his voice full of anger: "Enough, Jin Zhi is your brother."

"Is he? I will never admit it!"

auzw.com Song Yingchu left this sentence and turned to leave, the two broke up. He would not dare to do this in front of Song Mingxuan if he was in peacetime, but today is different. He must let Song Mingxuan see his determination clearly-Song Jinzhi must not be an obstacle to stop him.

Su Jinzhi was standing by the door too late to evade, and his fingers were stuck in the crack of the door. When Song Yingchu pulled the door, his four fingers were severely pinched.

With ten fingers connected to his heart, Su Jinzhi drew his hand back suddenly. He shook his body and bit his lower lip without screaming, but the physiological tears in his eyes fell out of his control and fell on the carpet. A dark circle emerged, and he looked up at Song Yingchu, his voice trembling with severe pain: "Brother"

Song Yingchu saw the teenager's flushed eyes and the brown eyes that were soaked in tears. He froze slightly, but quickly cooled down, pushing Su Jin's head away without leaving.

"Jinzhi!" Su Jinzhi was still sick, his footsteps were weak, and when he was pushed, he hit the door with a dull sound. Song Mingxuan got up from the chair and walked towards him.

Pretending to be flustered, Su Jinzhi glanced at him blankly and ran away, clutching his hurt shoulder, and ran away, no matter how Song Mingxuan shouted that he didn't look back.

Song Mingxuan took a few steps and stopped when he saw the boy refused to stop.

Forget it, let him take it easy, anyway, the net he sown is about to start to gather.

After Su Jinzhi locked the door of the room, he jumped into bed. The sedative given by his family doctor made him sleep directly until noon, and the time limit for remittance given by Bai Xinlu had passed, but Su Jinzhi pulled out his mobile phone and found that There were a few text messages, but they were all sent to him by Yan Yan and Lu Yuqi at the same table, asking if he was sick again after not attending class.

Su Jinzhi flipped through the inbox several times, and determined that Bai Xinlu didn't continue to contact him. He snorted. It is estimated that Song Mingxuan had discovered her movements and resolved her.

No one came to harass him again, without having to get up early to go to class to watch a day's mosaic, Su Jinzhi happily jumped a few more times on the bed, and was even interested in downloading a mahjong game with a mobile phone and playing a few games, all the money of the game characters Stop reluctantly after losing.

Later in the afternoon, Song Mingxuan came knocking on his voice, the voice was soft and soft, and coaxed him, "Jinzhi, I'm a dad, can Jinzhi open the door for dad?"

There was nothing moving in the room, there was silence.

Song Mingxuan paused and continued to coax: "Jinzhi, you haven't eaten for a day. Dad is very worried about you. Dad brought you a meal. Would you open the door for dinner?"

rice? Su Jinzhi put his ears up.

"Dad invited a dessert chef from France for you yesterday. The cake he made is delicious. After you finish your meal, will Daddy let you eat the cake?" Song Mingxuan's low voice was still full of tenderness However, if the tone of his speech was heard by others, he would be shocked, because it should not be the tone of a father speaking to his son.

No matter which father loves his son again, he will not speak in such a low voice, this is more like the tenderness of a man who seduces himself into "qingren", full of temptation and sweetness, like a soft and light entrance Mousse cream, but Su Jinzhi only cares about the desserts and cakes made by the French master he said.

Su Jinzhi touched his nagging belly. The doctor previously hung him two bottles of glucose. In fact, he is not very hungry now, and his appetite is not very good these days. boil.

The cake won't run, he will eat it sooner or later. Su Jinzhi comforted himself like this.

Song Mingxuan waited at the door for a while. When he saw the teenager still refused to speak, he sighed and said, "The dad is gone. If Jin Zhi is hungry, he must remember to come down to eat."

Aunt Hui, who was standing in front of the long table, brought Song Mingxuan up with the congee and brought it back again. The porridge in the bowl was full. Once again, the dishes on the plate were all in one bite. I immediately understood that the young master was not willing I did n’t know where I was going. I did n’t come back for dinner. She looked at sitting at the table alone to drink soup. Song Mingxuan, who looked pale, was anxious: “Master, young master”

"Jinzhi is still not in a good mood and doesn't want to eat." Song Mingxuan put down the soup bowl. "Hui mom, you have to keep the porridge in the pot warm. Jinzhi may come down at night to find something to eat."

"Well, well," Huima replied, "I'll make some side dishes and heat them in the microwave. Young Master can eat them if he gets hungry."

Song Mingxuan nodded, and then texted Shi Jun, making him not use Song House these days, saying that Jin Zhi might not go to class these days, and then called his secretary to contact Su Jinzhi's class teacher Zhan Lanshuang, let She helped the teenager take a few more days off.

The secretary said hesitantly on the other side of the phone: "Sir, Mr. Zhan said he wanted to make a home visit, because Master Jin Zhi's study doesn't seem to be very good in the class, and he doesn't communicate with other students very much in the class."

Song Mingxuan listened to the secretary's words, and then thought of the teenager's unbearable achievements, he couldn't help laughing, and agreed: "Okay, then this weekend, you can help me arrange the schedule, and leave a day on the weekend. . "

The secretary responded, "Yes."

Su Jinzhi restrained her hunger and waited until Song Mingxuan went to work the next morning before sneaking downstairs.

He went to the freezer and tried all the cakes made by the French pastry chef at home. These days, his appetite is not very good, and he does n’t eat much, but I do n’t know why he suddenly wanted to eat sweets. I didn't choke him on the road yesterday, so I had a refreshing meal today.

One of Su Jin sighed while eating. No. 1 really did not lie to him. These cakes were sweet, soft and delicious, and creamy and smooth. Because they were just taken out of the freezer with a coolness, they were so sweet to his heart. Already.

But it's cool, but he hasn't eaten almost all day and night, and now he eats a bunch of greasy desserts or overeating, and the consequence is to be tortured by stomach pain.

Su Jinzhi vomited back from the toilet. The little cute people who had been praised by him now are washed down by the stomach acid. He crawled back to his bed, curled up and whispered in his stomach. Yin: "It hurts you Brother "

Before the word "Le" was spoken, Song Mingxuan, who received a phone call from the housekeeper, pushed in and Su Jinzhi hurriedly closed his lips and hummed.

Song Mingxuan, who hurried back, had all the softness in his eyes. When he heard the pale boy on the bed shouting the word "brother", he was replaced by the coldness of the eyebrows. He didn't lean on immediately, but walked slowly. Sit down to the edge of the bed.

On the bed, the boy was already a little bit confused, his white face was now as white as freshly twisted pulp paper, and even the rosy lips were all pale, and his sweat was on his forehead, and he reached out to explore Only touched the cold sweat of a hand.

He seemed to notice that someone was approaching, his little adopted son reluctantly lifted his eyes, and looked at him with those brown eyes with water light, his lips wriggling like to speak, Song Mingxuan opened his mouth when he saw this.

He said, "Jinzhi, I'm a father."

Not the brother you shouted.

Su Jinzhi's tears came out, and he blinked twice, feeling that the warm liquid fell down the side of his face, but was quickly wiped away by hand. The man bowed his head, his hot breathing was clear and audible, and he murmured softly near his ears: "Is Jinzhi painful? Why suddenly eat so much?"

Do you want to get yourself sick and have your dear brother come back to see you?

But the brother you always care about doesn't care about you at all.

"Once stimulated, he will subconsciously search for the closest person to seek comfort, and even self-harm may occur." Xia Xi's voice was still clear in his ear, Song Mingxuan reached out his finger and gently dialed the boy tightly. Holding the fingers of the horn tightly—the next instant, his hand was tightly held by the boy.

Song Mingxuan was only slightly satisfied, and he leaned over and kissed the youth's forehead: "Really good."

Then he took out the stomach medicine in his pocket and stuffed it into the boy's lips, but instead of extending his hand immediately, he opened his teeth with his fingers and caught his little adoptive son warm and smooth. The greasy tongue was light After twirling gently, he looked at the boy and raised his head in pain, then drank hot water and lowered his head to feed the boy.

The sugar coating wrapped on the outer layer of the tablet has melted away, and the rich bitterness has spread in the two populations, but Song Mingxuan has deepened the kiss again and again, heavy with lips and tongue **. Lick. 舐, light with teeth Gently biting the boy's soft lips and watching it change back to a rose-like color, he squeezed the boy's sharp chin tightly, forcing him to bear his head and bear himself tightly.

Su Jinzhi's head fainted. After his consciousness was slightly awake, he found that Song Mingxuan took off his coat and lay on a bed with him. Song Mingxuan sat half-back, and he was lying in his arms, his head was tightly against the man. On the strong chest, he could even clearly hear the steady heartbeat from his chest.

Song Mingxuan embraced his waist with one hand, and raised the hem of his clothes with the other, rubbing it gently against his stomach.

The palm of the man was very hot, and the pressure was light and light, and his comfort was gradually relieved. He blinked twice, and the fuzzy memory before his consciousness suddenly flashed into his mind.

Su Jinzhi licked his lower lip, which was hot and sore, and bounced off the man's chest for two seconds, then looked back at him with his eyes wide open: "Dad?"

"I fuck. I fuck!" Su Jinzhi chanted Yan Yan's whole mouth, "My dad kissed me! God! I'm so scared!"

No. 1 hesitated: "I have noticed the unbearable joy in your heart."

"Absolutely not." Su Jinzhi vetoed No. 1 seriously, "Zero promised me to arrange for me to have sex. The world of life is what I deserve. Besides, I can save him with affection. Why not? What about? "

Number one said: "You are just happy, host."

Su Jinzhi was ecstatic, but she also had the appearance of confusion after an ignorant teenager lost her foot.