Chapter 38: Brother and Abba, who do you want? 8

After eating breakfast, Song Mingxuan told Su Jinzhi that he would not have to go to class in the past few days. He had already taken time off for him and his teacher and would return to school next Monday to start class.
Su Jinzhi is actually very happy. After all, you do n’t have to go to school to watch the mosaic, but he still hesitates: "But my class will drop a lot like this."
Maybe when he goes to class next week on the first day, his Chinese textbooks will also turn into mosaics.
When Song Mingxuan heard the words, he immediately bowed his head and gave a kiss on his forehead: "It's okay, dad will come to the company to pick up something and come back. Dad will be with you at home these days, you can ask anything you do n’t understand father."
Just in the past few days, Song Yingchu didn't come back, he could seize the opportunity to cultivate feelings with his baby.
Su Jinzhi: "!" Family make-up lessons, it is very exciting to think about it!
Song Mingxuan watched his little son Liang Jingjing stare at his eyes, and touched his head with a funny smile: "Go to the party, Dad will be back soon."
Su Jinzhi went to the flower room, but this time he was in a good mood. He hummed in the flower room and watered the flowers one by one. He watched the drops of water dripping from the shower. In the fresh leaves and stamens of the flowers, different shades of light are refracted in the mottled and fine sunlight. I just feel that the bottom of my heart is like a jar of jam and the nectar is getting sweeter and sweeter.
No. 1 asked him, "Are you happy?"
"Of course!" Su Jinzhi answered quickly, "I can sleep with my dad at night."
"Don't be too reluctant to think about Shu." No. 1 reminded him, "I have detected the value of your love for the overall goal of salvation."
Su Jinzhi's action of watering stopped, and he said for a while, "This is normal. People are social animals. I can't feel at all for a person I have with Asahi, let alone Song Mingxuan still."
Love me like that, his love is not false.
Unlike Qin Yezhou's feelings of covering up with gauze, it wasn't that Feng Jiuli was destined to be affectionate from the beginning. He met me, part of me.
The words behind Su Jin did not say everything, because he did not know where to start.
This world is a welfare world. It is very dull. He does not contact a person who knows the details like the first world, nor does he know too much about the empty life of the script in the second world.
Song Mingxuan appeared too well, he kept some mystery, but was able to be understood.
But these complex emotions are incomprehensible. It is just an ai. It only uses a series of codes and data to measure human emotions. His explanations have no meaning.
"Ok."
Su Jinzhi was shocked, but he heard the number one "um".
"What did you say?" Su Jinzhi asked, asking No. 1.
Number one said: "I said I know, your love for the total goal of saving 20 points."
Su Jinzhi said abruptly: "Why don't you punish me?"
No. 1 Road: "Punish the host before, but I want to remind the host to abide by the rules in the first few worlds, and now it is the third world. All conditions will gradually relax. This value is still too early for the grid and the grid. worry."
Su Jinzhi snorted: "One, you are very gentle today, and you have a lot of words."
No. 1's voice suddenly cooled down: "Oh? Really?"
Su Jinzhi said: "Yeah, if you put it in the past, you would definitely torture me to death."
No. 1 chuckled and did not know why, Su Jinzhi actually heard some complicated emotions from its always mechanized electronic sounds: "Today is your birthday."
Su Jinzhi stopped.
"You will not have too many ancient earth calendars, so forget the cosmic star calendar?" No. 1 asked him, "Today is March 17, 3552 ephemeris, your birthday, congratulations to the host, you have 25 Years old."
Su Jinzhi smiled blankly and said stiffly, "But I'm dead."
Su Jinzhi, who lived in the 3000-year ephemeris, is dead. He doesn't know how he is still awake in such a state that he lives in such a strange world.
Su Jinzhi suddenly thought that he always felt that the No. 1 and No. 0 were just ai composed of fixed codes and degrees, so what about him?
What is he who is dead and thinking but alive?
Number one said: " Just the time, the time that is constantly passing, is composed of one after another that disappears constantly, but if someone remembers your soul, you will live forever."
Su Jinzhi said in a joke, "Is there really a soul?"
"Yes." One began to popularize feudal superstitions. "I heard that in another interstellar, a huge blue planet lives another species. Their souls can be turned into blue stars, and they will always guard. Home. "
Su Jinzhi also heard of that planet, but he hasn't seen it in person. I want to come, maybe it's just something people made up randomly. He looked at the sunflowers blooming outside the flower room and suddenly asked: "Today is my birthday, then the Westport Is your sunflower blooming again? "
He remembered that outside his ward there was a large field of golden yellow sunflowers.
There is no winter in Xigang, and the four seasons are warm springs, which are very suitable for curing diseases. Therefore, those sunflowers never fade, and they continue to thrive.
"Yes, but that's Rianhua." No. 1 corrected his words.
Su Jinzhi smiled: "No, that's the name of aliens, we all like to call it sunflower, but I think the name" Rianhua "is also very nice."
Because it seemed that someone had planted a flower like this for him, that person said to him, "I plant these good day flowers for you, and I hope they can greet you every morning when I am not with you. "
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Song Mingxuan returned really quickly, and he brought home most of the important documents in his office.
Song Yingchu actively participated in the management of the company during this time. He wanted to intervene in all kinds of affairs. Song Mingxuan was so happy to help him share his work, so he did not hesitate to give most of the execution power to Song Yingchu. Anyway, the company The shares were still in his hands, and Song Yingchu couldn't make any moths. He just had a few days of leisure and went home to play with his dear little adopted son.
In the flower room, Su Jinzhi was very happy to learn that today is her birthday.
He didn't even want to wear shoes, he threw shoes stained with grass and dirt by the shoe closet, with his feet on the heavy carpet, helped the stairs to shake upstairs, spin, jump, and closed his small schoolbag with his eyes closed. Pushing open the door of Song Mingxuan's study, he turned around like a cat, lazily plunged into the man's large chair, and his white toes stepped gently on the edge of the mahogany desk, turning around with the help of force.
When the wide chair took him back to the table again, he saw Song Mingxuan standing at the door with his arms raised and raising his eyebrows.
"Dad!" Su Jinzhi stood up nervously, and his body became a little dizzy during the rotation, and made him stunned, Song Mingxuan lowered his arm and walked towards him.
"Dizziness?" The man embraced him gently, and the thick masculine atmosphere that did not belong to him surrounded him. He heard the man's deep voice ringing above his head. Without looking up, Su Jinzhi could know his deep pair. The gray eyes must be full of his own figure, his heart beating wildly, as if falling into love, out of his control, his chin was slightly raised, as if looking at the tall man in front of something .
As he thought, the man reflected his entire reflection at the bottom of his pupils, he smiled, raised his hand and pinched his chin to force him to raise his head higher, and then, an expected The kiss was gently pressed on the corner of the lip, Su Jinzhi held her breath, her eyes and eyes narrowed slightly, hoping that the man would deepen the kiss.
But the man chose to split it, he looked at him with a smile, and calmly and slowly asked: "Jinzhi, do you miss dad?"
Su Jinzhi clenched his lips and was a little disappointed, and replied, "I think."
The man heard the words and hugged him even more strongly, hugging tightly: "Daddy misses you too."
As soon as I got home, I saw a well-behaved little son waiting in the study room. Song Mingxuan was in a good mood, but Yu Guang swept the young boy. When he bare feet, he couldn't help frowning: "Why didn't you wear shoes?" With his questioning, the teenager's white toes trembled uneasily on the ground. He stood in front of himself, his head pressed down, and said nothing.
Song Mingxuan sighed and bit the young man's ear with some punishment. "Jin Zhi never listened to his father, and his father was very angry."
When the young man said this, he quickly looked up, grabbing his corner of the garment and said anxiously, "No! I listen to my father!"
Of course Song Mingxuan knew how obedient he was. Being obedient to Song Mingxuan couldn't help but wonder if he was so docile and well-behaved on the bed, and opened his pair of affections. The brown-eyed pupils who wanted to shine and looked at him, then stretched open His body, let him give and ask.
Maybe he doesn't have to be so gradual and orderly, which will make him miss a lot of heavenly conditions, Song Mingxuan thought.
Song Mingxuan smiled, sat on a wide chair, and then held Su Jinzhi on his lap and sat down. He opened his schoolbag and took out the textbooks. Then he laid out the work paper for the teenager, covered the cold pen with a hot plug. Into his palm.
"What's wrong with Jinzhi? Dad teaches you." The man kissed his bun and said so.
"Nothing more" Su Jinzhi's voice was very low, and his face was a little red, but not because he was shy, but because he reacted.
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He struggled earnestly on Song Mingxuan's legs, but the man thought he was sitting uncomfortably, hugged him for a more intimate posture, leaned down and held his hand, his deep and confusing voice was always on. He was tempting him: "Then we start with math, and my dad tells Jinzhi algebra first-"
Song Mingxuan's remarks came to an abrupt halt, because he also found that Su Jinzhi was wrong. He paused, released the palm that wrapped the finger of the boy, and held the boy's sharp chin in his direction, and saw him unexpectedly. The little adopted son wanted to give his flushed cheeks and saw himself looking at him. His little adopted son opened his mouth and gently bit his lower lip with white teeth. He could see the scarlet tongue that was injured yesterday. He flashed in front of him, and finally disappeared between the charming rose-colored lips.
Su Jinzhi took a few breaths, and looked a little embarrassed, but Song Mingxuan suddenly reached out and touched his mouth exactly at this time. Su Jinzhi could not help but clamp his legs. The sound of the exit was dumb and soft, but He also bluffed, "Daddy!"
The teenager's body is already very sensitive. Feeling can't help the slightest stir, but Song Mingxuan deliberately got so close!
All this was my dad seduced me first! Su Jinzhi thought without guilty conscience.
Song Mingxuan smiled and removed his hand, comforting him: "It's okay, dad is always like you when you were young."
Su Jinzhi thought he didn't want to move on to the next step, so he made a few more attempts to get off his leg, but didn't want to be tightened by the man's arm any more. He heard his deep voice and also made a husky He is very familiar with that tone, which is the sound quality that has been polished. "Have Jin Jin ever had such a situation before?"
"I can't bear it without Dad," Su Jinzhi said blindly, opening his eyes with a crying tone.
Song Mingxuan leaned down and kissed him on the side of his neck, and continued to scratch the delicate skin behind his ear with the tip of his nose. Su Jinzhi was even more uncomfortable with him, and could not help but make a few small groans. This voice After being captured by Song Mingxuan, his laughter became deeper and more hoarse, with a strong sense of interest, he straightened Su Jinzhi's head in a back-hugging posture, and lowered his head slightly to kiss the lower lip of the teeth bitten by the teenager.
He licked it with some distress. He held the neat row of small depressions, and juvenile lips lightly .
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Su Jinzhi lowered his head and didn't speak, he was afraid he would scold someone when he spoke.
Song Mingxuan thought he was shy, and held him for a couple of kisses. Then, he took the boy's hand and brought it under him: "Nan Jinzhi can also help my father be comfortable."
As a result, Su Jinzhi stayed in Song Mingxuan's study room for one afternoon. He didn't learn serious knowledge, but learned how to be comfortable.
This is also the case for the next few days. Song Mingxuan changed his style to play with him. Except that he didn't do the last step, they had done everything, even several times. Su Jinzhi felt that Song Mingxuan was going, but he chose to go again. Stopped, as if thinking about something.
Su Jinzhi felt sadly that Song Mingxuan would give him ten years of practice in this way, and he could only look at the mosaic.
In the past few days, Su Jinzhi and his dad are obsessed with the ethics of forbidden destiny. Taboo flesh. Desire. It is difficult to extricate themselves. It has been several days that I have n’t heard the number one. He is no longer ashamed. On the big bed, behind him was naked like him. Naked Song Mingxuan said to No. 1, "Are you still on No. 1?"
No. 1 replied, "I'm going to work, tell me something."
Su Jinzhi said: "Help me see how much my dad's progress is worth."
Number one: "90."
Su Jinzhi asked again, "What about saving targets?"
No. 1 indifferently said: "You don't need to ask this, it's a negative number anyway."
Su Jinzhi was very sad and worried: "The goals of this world are a little different in progress value."
No. 1 was even more indifferent: "It should be so."
"I don't believe it!" Su Jinzhi clenched his fist, "I will definitely study hard tomorrow!"
"Oh, I'm off work," Number One said. "It's almost OK, I won't take it seriously."
Su Jinzhi sighed, "Well, that's good, in fact, I just talk about it."
Number 1: ""
Waking up the next day was another sweet morning.
Su Jinzhi looked up and held Song Mingxuan's sturdy waist to bear his hot and humid kiss. He felt that he still didn't want to learn today. He just wanted to continue to make sweet and greasy honey with his father.
However, Song Mingxuan let him go after just kissing him for a while, sorting out some uneven shirts for him, his voice was gentle and magnetic: "Mr. Zhan is going to visit our house today."
Su Jinzhi was so stupefied by his kisses that he didn't hear what he said at all, and murmured "um".
When Song Mingxuan looked at him like this, he knew that the teenager did not listen to him seriously, and he couldn't help pinching the tip of his nose funnyly: "Did Jinzhi hear what Dad said?"
Su Jin's outfit was stupid.
Song Mingxuan sighed: "Jinzhi doesn't want to eat cake anymore."
Su Jinzhi was shocked, and quickly raised his hand to grab Song Mingxuan. His head was like a chicken pecking rice: "I want to eat! Dad, I want to eat cake!"
Song Mingxuan took his hand: "You can only eat one piece. If you eat too much, you will have a stomachache."
"Daddy, I want to eat two pieces" Su Jinzhi shook Song Mingxuan's hand and bargained, afraid he didn't agree and stretched out in front of him, "Just two small pieces, please Dad."
Song Mingxuan smiled, did n’t agree or disagree, turned around and walked downstairs, Su Jinzhi hurriedly strode to catch up, and kept calling him:
Dad, dad, dad

Under Su Jinzhi's strong request, he finally got two strawberry cakes as he wished.
On the snow-white cream face were a few big, watery strawberries, and a layer of golden honey was poured. Su Jinzhi picked up one and fed it into his mouth, and finally licked his fingers.
"Is the strawberry sweet?" Song Mingxuan looked at his movements, and the dark gray pupils darkened, and stepped forward to ask.
Before Su Jinzhi had time to answer, the man fell down and kissed on the sofa. One of Su Jin was shocked. In the past few days, their affection was either in the study or in the bedroom. Song Mingxuan was very orderly outside. At this time, Hui Ma ’s voice was also near and far. Sitting on the sofa with his little cake aside.
"Master! Master! Little Master's teacher is here!" Hui mother led Zhan Lanshuang to the room, "Ms. Zhan, please go this way."
"Well," Zhan Lanshuang said, changing slippers on the porch and stepping on the carpet, taking a deep breath and carefully looking at the luxurious Song house.
The Song family ’s old house was built in the 1950s and 1960s. It was specially designed by a French man. Therefore, the style of most western-style buildings is integrated, so the walls of the old house are covered with complicated patterns Dark wallpaper, and the floor was covered with heavy wool rugs.
Song Jinzhi was a student who was transferred into her class halfway. After listening to the director of the teachings saying that she had left the relationship, she didn't pay much attention. Anyway, there were many such transfer students, but she didn't expect that the child's home was so rich.
When Su Jinzhi saw Zhan Lanshuang coming in, he quickly got up from the sofa, pursed his lips and whispered: "Mr. Zhan is good."
"Mr. Zhan is good." Song Mingxuan deliberately learned the words of the young man and greeted Zhan Lan, and then licked his lips, pointing at Su Jinzhi's other cake on the table, which had not yet moved, and laughed, "Ms. Zhan want to eat a cake? At home The chef's new, the strawberries are sweet. "
His cake!
Su Jinzhi stared at him with wide eyes.
Song Mingxuan smiled and blinked at him.
Zhan Lan double waved his hand: "No, I just ate dinner on my way."
"That can also be brought back to eat." Song Mingxuan was very generous.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Song, but I really don't need it. I came here today to see if Jin Zhi's body is better." Zhan Lan double-turned and looked at Su Jinzhi, "Jin Zhi, how are you feeling now, body feel better now?"
"Much better, thank you Mr. Zhan for your concern." Su Jinzhi hastily stood up and had white cream on the corners of his mouth. He still sat upright, with two small hands on his knees, which made him look abnormal. Cute and cute, Zhan Lan couldn't help laughing when he looked at him.
Song Mingxuan also laughed. He got up and sat next to Su Jinzhi, holding his head to wipe off the cream for him, and hurriedly said to Zhan Lanshuang, "Jin Zhi's body has always been not so good, so Mr. Zhan worry."
Zhan Lan nodded and said, "This is what our teacher should do." After that, she paused again, her voice lowered, "Mr. Song didn't know if you had read Jinzhi's mid-term report card? You see, There are still months to go for the college entrance examination. "
Song Mingxuan touched the soft fur on Su Jinzhi's head and said, "I've seen it. I signed Jin Zhi and wrote a comment."
Zhan Lanshuang's expression suddenly became a little complicated: "It's really you who wrote it"
"Yeah." Song Mingxuan replied, "Jinzhi's brother signed it for him before, but I did it last time. Is there any problem? Teacher Zhan."
Zhan Lanshuang had nothing to say, "No." It was because the comment was so amazing that she asked, because she didn't think any parent could sign "Keep on" when she saw her child get that grade. This comment.
It turned out to be true.