Chapter 37: Brother and Abba, who do you want 7

Song Mingxuan smiled softly at him, and quickly pulled him back by holding his waist, and continued rubbing his stomach for him, his warm lips pressed against the side of his face, and the sound of the exit was low and deep, with Sexuality is hoarse. Every time he speaks in this tone, Su Jinzhi knows that he is going to do something again.
"Does Jinzhi still hurt?" Sure enough, the man started to seduce him the next moment, "Would you like my father to rub you?"
Su Jinzhi continues to pretend to be an innocent adolescent: "Dad"
"Huh? What's wrong?" Song Mingxuan responded, looking at the teenager's face and looking into his eyes, making sure that he had only confusion and helplessness, and no trace of disgust and nausea before continuing to laugh.
The "dad" boy tightened his hands and tightened his horns, tightening his fingers white, bones protruding, as if confirming something, using a voice that was totally inconsistent with him, and shouted at him softly Soon.
Song Mingxuan lifted his body around him, brought him into his arms, and stroked his hair to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, Jinzhi is here."
"Dad" Su Jinzhi hugged him tightly, his head pressed tightly against his chest, his eyes flushed, and he shouted helplessly, and finally said that softly, "Dad don't kick me out Don't leave me don't want me "
Hearing this, Song Mingxuan took a deep breath, and the corners of his lips were irresistibly lifted up-his little adopted son finally jumped out of the water that protected him and opened his mouth and bit his sweet bait. The hook hidden in the bait will catch his flesh and blood, making him unable to break free again.
"Why would dad kick you out?" He lowered his body halfway, put his chin lightly on the boy's head, and said in a very gentle voice: "I won't leave you, no matter what, I will always loveyou."
Su Jinzhi listened to his words and watched him suddenly reach the progress value of 80/100, and couldn't help but sigh gently-the man used "I" instead of "Dad". This means that Song Mingxuan will never let him go regardless of their identity in the future.
And Song Mingxuan did play a good psychological tactics. He approbated the weakness of "Song Jinzhi". This so-called home could not give Song Jinzhi much security. Now his true identity was directly revealed by Song Yingchu. They knew directly He wasn't Song Mingxuan's son at all, and the gentleness of building up his false identity, which he was craving for, might disappear.
His relatives, his elder brother no longer wants him, and now only Song Mingxuan is willing to continue to love him. Song Jinzhi ’s psychology is inherently problematic. He is autistic and sensitive. He is eager to be loved, no matter how it is given. Love, as long as he can warm him, he will hug this driftwood like a drowning man.
Even from the outside world's point of view, Song Mingxuan raised his young adoptive son to satisfy his other dirty and unspeakable mind.
Su Jinzhi bowed his head, his voice was small: "My brother said that I am not the biological son of my father"
"Yes." Song Mingxuan touched his head. "It's a bit complicated. Dad will tell you later, OK?"
Su Jinzhi nodded superbly.
Song Mingxuan contentedly held the slender body of Xiao Yangzi, wiped the tears in the corner of his eye with his fingers, and kissed him again in the hairpin.
"It doesn't hurt" The boy shook his head. The brown eyes were soaked with tears. His eyes were innocent and hooked, making Song Mingxuan want to press him on this big bed now, savagely. Hit him and make him cry even worse.
But not yet. This is his baby. Keep it for a few days, and wait until this bottle of jam is brewed until it is extremely sweet. Then you can import it.
Song Mingxuan's kiss slid down the juvenile's forehead, stopped at the side of his face, and turned to the soft lips. After confirming that the boy was really obedient to bear his kiss, Song Mingxuan sucked with his lips, Asked mutely, "Don't you hate dad doing this to you?"
Su Jinzhi shook his head: "Not annoying." We could do something more shameful.
However, the good father Song Mingxuan obviously also wants to be in front of him as a crested animal and try to brainwash him: "Daddy wants to kiss you because he loves you, isn't this comfortable?" Confident, he wants to let the teenager get used to his kisses, and then he moves on. After all, things are always gradual, and it is not good to be too impatient and scared.
Su Jinzhi thinks Song Mingxuan is like a seducer now. But he still nodded obediently, whispering: "Yes, very comfortable"
After getting a satisfactory answer, Song Mingxuan kissed him again before getting out of bed and wearing shoes. One of Su Jin grabbed him, his voice was deeply disturbed: "Dad! Where are you going?"
Song Mingxuan patted his back, let the teenager relax, and said, "Aunt Hui has cooked the porridge for you, you have to eat something mild and then take medicine." Then he froze and frowned Quite solemnly said: "In the future, you must never take care of your body like today, or your father will not want you."
Su Jinzhi bowed his head and agreed with a sly expression: "Yes, I know, Dad."
Song Mingxuan looked at his pitiful little appearance, and after a while he felt distressed, reflecting on whether he would say too much, and immediately changed his voice: "Well, Dad just talked casually, Dad will always Will never want you. "
Su Jinzhi raised his hand around his waist and nodded in his arms.
The old man who has been abstained for many years has the least resistance to this gentle and well-behaved boy. Song Mingxuan stared at his soft hair, his eyes gradually faded, and his voice became hoarse, but he still pulled the boy with a strong force Arm: "Lie on the bed obediently, Dad goes downstairs to bring you porridge."
But he didn't leave a few steps, and Su Jinzhi jumped off the bed and hugged his waist from behind, his voice muffled: "I want to go with my father."
Song Mingxuan stood in place and took a deep breath. He knew he had turned away from the teenager. After all, he just had so much pain that he could hardly stand up. He should now be lying in bed, but now he was paralyzed by ancient joy. With a helpless but spoiled tone that I didn't find myself, I turned around and said, "Okay, go ahead and eat. You have to put on your shoes first."
Su Jinzhi let Song Mingxuan drag himself back to the bed and sit down. He squatted and grabbed one of his feet, rubbing the dust on the bottom of his feet, and finally rubbed his ankles before putting on a plush. flip flop.
This action reminded Su Jinzhi of a man, Qin Yezhou, his first goal of saving the world.
At that time, he was also like this, standing on the edge of the hot spring, holding the man's hair at an almost condescending angle, and Qin Yezhou, just like Song Mingxuan now, rubbed his ankle gently with his finger in front of him. The voice of the two of them was the same gentle and low, and they also spoiled and loved him without principle, but he could not understand the original Qin Yezhou, and he also did not understand the current Song Mingxuan.
But they were so similar that after Song Mingxuan put on his shoes, he looked up at him with those dark greys that were deep like midnight, and Su Jinzhi was a little sad for no reason.
"Let's go." Song Mingxuan stood up and took his hand.
Su Jinzhi responded slightly with her eyes down, and followed Song Mingxuan.
Hui Ma was very pleased to see Song Mingxuan coaxing Su Jinzhi downstairs, and immediately brought the cooked hot porridge to him: "Hey, it ’s still the best way for Master, young Master, please taste the porridge, and call him before you get home I told me to cook it, I'm afraid the young master won't be hungry when you get up. "
Only him and Song Mingxuan were sitting at the table. Su Jinzhi looked around and wanted to see if Song Yingchu was there. However, it was this spit god, he directly sipped a spoonful of porridge and drank it directly into the mouth. The porridge was very hot just after it was out of the pot. Su Jinzhi made a "wow" in pain and felt that his entire tongue was It's scalded.
The sound of the tune colliding with the dishes was extremely crisp. Hui Ma looked startled at Su Jinzhi's movements and the painful expression on her face, but Song Mingxuan moved faster than her and immediately raised her hand to hold Su Jinzhi's chin. No Let him swallow the porridge, fearing that he might burn the esophagus, and the other one was delivered to his mouth, frowning and whispering, "Spit it out."
Su Jinzhi spit the porridge into Song Mingxuan's hands a few times, then felt the back of his tongue, and found with sorrow that his tongue was no longer conscious, and it was estimated that the next one or two days would have nothing to eat.
No. 1 also sneered at him: "Is porridge delicious?"
Su Jinzhi said hard: "You can't eat anyway!"
If it were zero, it would have cried out, but the first one with a meaningful "ha ha" ended all the sentences that Su Jinzhi could continue to refute.
The porridge in the palm of the hand is still not low in heat. If the swallow is swallowed, the teenager's esophagus will be burned. This child just doesn't care about his body. Song Mingxuan felt the temperature of the porridge, his frown deepened. He first took a tissue and wiped Su Jinzhi's mouth before he got up to wash his hands. When he came back, he saw the teenager covering his mouth with tears. Holding his sharp chin, he said, "Open your mouth and show your dad if it's hot."
Su Jinzhi opened his mouth and said vaguely: "Daddy hurts"
Song Mingxuan frowned, watching the boy's original red tongue tip white, without a bit of sorrow in his heart, coaxing him distressed: "It hurts? Dad blows to you." Then he went to Su Jinzhi's mouth. Gently sighed.
Next, Song Mingxuan would not let Su Jinzhi drink porridge himself. He took Su Jinzhi's bowl in front of himself, took a spoonful and blew it, and touched it with his lips to make sure that he wouldn't be hot until he was fed into his mouth. in.
Su Jinzhi blushed because Hui mother looked at them both. After taking a few bites, she turned her head and refused to eat: "Dad"
Song Mingxuan glanced at Aunt Hui and said funnyly, "Know shy?"
"What's so shy about my young master? My son broke his leg last year and I also fed him. He was more than thirty years old. You are still young, young master. In the hearts of parents, children are always long. Not big. "Aunt Hui waved indifferently.
Song Mingxuan listened to Aunt Hui's words, and smiled and said nothing. This meal boy did not mention Song Yingchu again, which made him very satisfied.
In the evening, Song Mingxuan asked Su Jinzhi in a good mood if he wanted to sleep with him.
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Pretending to be shy, Su Jinzhi bowed his head and said timidly, "Daddy, I haven't taken a bath yet"
Song Mingxuan took his hand: "It's okay, it's the same as going to dad."
Su Jinzhi declined again symbolically: "But Dad, my pajamas"
Song Mingxuan smiled: "Daddy." Don't mind if you don't wear Dad, but Song Mingxuan didn't say the last sentence.
Big things are going tonight!
Su Jinzhi excitedly followed Song Mingxuan and went to his room.
The man's room was a cool dark blue tone, very cold and very abstinent. Looking at the gloomy decoration of this room, Su Jinzhi thought that if he hardened and entered the door, he would be able to wither.
Fortunately, the water in the bathroom was very hot and was steamed by the hot and humid water vapor. Su Jinzhi felt that his body and heart were heating up again.
He wiped the mist of water on the mirror and glanced at himself. Song Mingxuan had only a black nightgown here. He was wearing a big shirt, his hem covered his knees, and his fair chest was almost completely exposed. I couldn't cover anything. He looked at it and felt it. If he didn't want to keep people, Su Jinzhi would like to polish himself here.
Su Jinzhi pushed open the bathroom door and found that Song Mingxuan was lying on the bed waiting for him, and he was still holding a few pages of paper in his hand. He heard the movement of the door and didn't send a few glances. He looked as upright as his room. .
Su Jinzhi had to walk over by himself, kicking off his slippers and kneeling from the end of the bed to Song Mingxuan: "Dad"
Song Mingxuan finally wanted to look at him, but he frowned when he saw that the boy still had wet hair dripping from the water, and immediately got out of bed and wiped his hair with a towel: "Did I not tell you last time? You have to dry your hair to make it . "After drying the teenager, he stared at Su Jinzhi's half-open white chest. His voice became more serious." How can the clothes not be fastened properly? What should I do if I get cold? Are you not at all concerned? "
Su Jinzhi: ""
After Song Mingxuan pulled his clothes on, he urged him to rush into the bed, slap the quilt again, kissed Su Jinzhi's forehead, and stuffed a book into his hand: "Jin Zhi first reads the book, and my father washed Come right after you take a shower. If you are sleepy, you can go to bed first without waiting for Dad. "
Su Jinzhi: "It's very good, because his thinking is too sloppy, Song Mingxuan really only wants to sleep with him.
Song Mingxuan poured a cold shower in the bathroom and suppressed the restless thoughts before going out.
Outside, the boy was nestled in the quilt, holding a book and watching it seriously. He immediately lifted his head from the back of the book after hearing the movement, and the beautiful brown-eyed pupil stared at him without blinking. Reacting, fortunately, the pajamas he was wearing were loose enough to barely cover the situation below him.
Taking a cold bath in white, Song Mingxuan secretly sighed and went to the young man and opened the quilt to lie down.
As soon as he entered the quilt, the teenager was wrapped in a warm body immediately, and then frowned: "Daddy, you are so cold"
He should take a hot bath, and Song Mingxuan became even more regretful.
"Jinzhi, Dad wants to tell you something." He took away the book from the teenager, and then brought over the paper bag on the bedside before taking a bath. When the teenager heard the words, he raised his chin and looked at him. It seemed that he didn't know how embarrassing he would be to wait to say something.
Song Mingxuan, who had never hesitated at the moment, was a little intolerable. He took out a few photos of Bai Xinlu's photos sent to the teenager and put them in front of the teenager. His voice was soft: "Jin Zhineng talked to Dad about this Is it? "
Seeing those photos, the boy turned rosy and turned white.
"What to do if the current subject catches a suspected derailed photo? Wait online, it's urgent." Su Jinzhi and No. 1 spoke.
No. 1 is concise: "Break up, divorce."
Su Jinzhi hesitated: "But my dad couldn't bear me."
No. 1 didn't want to talk to this shameless host.
"Dad, dad, I don't know, I don't know," Su Jinzhi smirked at the bottom, but stammered with Song Mingxuan's wrist outside, his face pale as paper, and his eyes reddish.
Song Mingxuan looked at him in a panic-stricken look, and his heart sank suddenly. He didn't believe that the teenager would really have a relationship with that Bai Xinlu, but Bai Xinlu had a photo in his hand, and he insisted that they did go to bed that night, so He then took the photos and asked the teenager to get the exact answer.
But now it seems Bai Xinlu is telling the truth.
Song Mingxuan grabbed Su Jinzhi's wrist and said, "Don't you remember if you have anything to do with her?"
Su Jinzhi's eyes widened, his eyes were full of panic, tears swirled in his eyes, and he shook his head repeatedly, "I don't know, Dad, I forget, I don't remember Dad, Dad"
Song Mingxuan tore up Song Yingchu ’s heart. He carefully held the baby in his hand before he had time to enter. He was defiled by that kind of woman. He was a bit angry, but he looked at Su Jinzhi's trembling body. It was more guilt. After all, if it was not for his negligence and indifference, she would not have been qualified to touch a finger of a teenager in her life.
"I'm sorry, it's your father who didn't protect you." Song Mingxuan kissed the boy's hairpin and apologized painfully.
The source of all the pain of the boy today comes from him. He took him home, and he could not give him any care when he was his father; now, he still knows that the young man most wants is affection and companionship, forcibly depriving him from other people. The right to warm, tightly bound his love into a shackle.
But what Su Jinzhi didn't want was his apology, but that the man found out that his subject might be deceived and savagely fucked. The old virgin was very uncomfortable. He hasn't had for a long time!
All the temptation plans tonight have all failed. Su Jinzhi really wanted to cry now. He looked gloomy and weeping, and felt that he would wither if he was not moisturized by love. Why is Song Mingxuan's indifferent nature just not playing cards according to common sense?
"Daddy Dad" Su Jinzhi held Song Mingxuan crying miserably, crying so much that Song Mingxuan's heart was in pain.
So he could only coax with the boy and say, "Okay, okay, Jin Zhi is okay, Dad has helped you solve her, and she will never appear in front of you again."
You lied, her -80/100 progress value is still lying there.
Perhaps this afternoon's stomach pain afflicted Su Jinzhi's heart, he cried for a while and fell asleep to sleep. The next morning was pushed by Song Mingxuan: "Wake up Jin Jin, it's time to have breakfast. If you're still sleepy, come back to bed after breakfast."
"Dad" Su Jinzhi opened his eyes. Song Mingxuan had packed everything and stood in front of the bed. Seeing him waking up, Song Mingxuan went to the bed and pulled the heavy blackout curtains open.
The bright and dazzling sunlight came in from outside, like a thin layer of fine gold powder, projecting a warm beam of light.
Suddenly exposed to light, his eyes were stinging. Su Jinzhi just raised his hands and rubbed his eyes. Song Mingxuan grabbed his arm, held it horizontally from the bed, and put it in the bathroom. His left hand was stuffed with a cup of warm water and toothpaste. Toothbrush was stuffed into the palm of his right hand again, and Song Mingxuan was still wringing a hot towel while urging him: "Quickly brush your teeth."
Su Jinzhi put the toothbrush in his mouth and tasted that the toothpaste was still strawberry.
Waiting for him to brush his teeth, Song Mingxuan wiped his face with a hot towel. He was more careful and happy than the last world to serve him. Su Jinzhi didn't move his fingers, so Song Mingxuan got dressed and went downstairs.
At the dining table, Song Mingxuan stirred the porridge with a spoon, blew it and pushed it in front of Su Jinzhi before starting to eat his breakfast.
"Don't watch, Dad won't run, just drink porridge." Song Mingxuan watched the boy stare at him with those pretty brown eyes pupils, and couldn't help laughing, raising his hands and rubbing his head, " After taking porridge, you have to take medicine. You had a stomachache yesterday. You won't be allowed to drink milk today. "
"Oh," Su Jinzhi bowed his head obediently to drink porridge.
Hui mother teased as they got along with each other: "Master is still such a sweet little master."
Song Mingxuan smiled: "Who makes me have such a treasure."
Su Jinzhi didn't look up. He ate the warm porridge that Song Mingxuan had blown into the bowl and felt his ears start to get warm.