Mr. Dong Guo

Even though Guo Qiyu made that promise, Meng Xiaoyan always felt something was wrong.

Guo Qiyu was going to work, leaving him and Zheng Qing to stare at each other at home.

Seeing that Zheng Qing was like a normal person, he took this from the refrigerator for a while, and looked for that from the TV cabinet for a while, as if he was at home, very casual.

After a while, a plate of watermelon was brought out from the kitchen, and he greeted him to eat the fruit with a smile.

Zheng Qing rubbed her stomach and sat down, "Oh, you said that my pregnancy just happens to be summer again, and the local watermelons have come out recently, and they look fresh."

"Watermelon is diuretic and cool, so I can't eat more," Zheng Qing pushed the fruit plate towards Meng Xiaoyan, "Brother Guo bought it for you."

Meng Xiaoyan glanced at her, then at the watermelon on the plate, without moving, but asked, "How long are you going to live?"

Zheng Qing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled reassuringly, "Xiaobei doesn't welcome me?"

Meng Xiaoyan didn't answer.

Zheng Qing lowered his head, couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but his voice was soft, "I know that my living here has caused you trouble."

"Ah."

After a pause, Zheng Qing raised her head to look at the cold-faced Meng Xiaoyan, "I will find time to leave after I give birth."

Now that he said so, Meng Xiaoyan didn't want to really drive out the pregnant Zheng Qing, but the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

He glanced at Zheng Qing out of the corner of his eye, and found that the woman was stroking his stomach all the time, and the tenderness on her face could be commonly called the brilliance of motherhood.

Seeing Meng Xiaoyan picking up the watermelon and slowly eating it, Zheng Qing was embarrassed to sit in the living room again. She stood up and asked Meng Xiaoyan to have fun, "Watch TV for a while, and call me if you need anything."

After finishing speaking, she slowly walked back to the bedroom and closed the door.

Next to Meng Xiaoyan was the remote control that Zheng Qing gave him, and he was a little dazed.

He threw the watermelon on the small tea table irritably, MD finally knew what was going on with this strange feeling.

He just didn't come back for two months, and this woman actually greeted him as if she was the hostess of this house? !

Meng Xiaoyan sulked quietly on the sofa for a while, then went out.

Zheng Qing was in the bedroom when she heard the sound of the door slamming outside, and she was speechless. She was still holding a red notebook, and on the inside page was a photo of herself and Guo Qiyu.

After getting the marriage certificate that day, Guo Qiyu didn't mean to be happy. She could see it, but she didn't expect Guo Qiyu to subconsciously hide the marriage certificate.

She finally found it from the bottom of the closet, and remembered Guo Qiyu's plea last night.

The child Meng Xiaoyan was full of hostility towards her, and he was obviously no longer Guo Qiyu's adopted son.

Even if it was his adopted son, he wouldn't be able to dominate his adoptive father like this, as if he couldn't get close to anyone, and as soon as he got close to his territory, he would be stared at by those wolf-like eyes.

After sitting for a while, Zheng Qing put the marriage certificate in the bedside cabinet, stood up and closed the wardrobe door.

The closet is almost full of her clothes now.

Guo Qiyu moved almost all his things to the utility room, and he really lived in the living room.

In addition, Zheng Qing will regularly give Guo Qiyu living expenses. Although these living expenses will be returned in the form of various food stews, the way the two get along is really no different from that of a landlord and a tenant.

It's ridiculous that when she had breakfast with Guo Qiyu yesterday morning, she still felt that a real couple was nothing more than that.

But Meng Xiaoyan came back suddenly, as if he was interfering with this kind of relationship, shattering Zheng Qing's fantasy.

Meng Xiaoyan was walking on the road. In fact, he regretted it when he came out. He originally wanted to go directly to Guo Qiyu, but delaying that man's work was probably worse than beating him.

It's not that Guo Qiyu loves work so much, but his weak personality is afraid of offending others, he dare not ask for more leave, and he has never used up his annual leave.

But Meng Xiaoyan also knew that even though he worked so hard, Guo Qiyu only got the position of team leader and never got promoted again.

Personality is not pleasing in the eyes of leaders. Although they are diligent and diligent, they cannot be heard by leaders. Not to mention their limited ability, they finally made some achievements. They were secretly robbed of credit, but they didn't even know it. Congratulations foolishly .

Even so, he still did his best to treat this job. If Meng Xiaoyan went to find him, it would be delayed for a long time. Meng Xiaoyan didn't want Guo Qiyu to be in a dilemma, so he simply walked across the company where Guo Qiyu worked, and sat down in a cafe.

Guo Qiyu received the text message from the child 10 minutes before leaving get off work, telling him that he had been waiting all afternoon in the cafe opposite their company.

Guo Qiyu went downstairs, but the child was waiting for him at the gate of the company.

The tall, thin, and good-looking boy stood at the door of the company, looking as if he was waiting for someone, very conspicuous.

Several people have asked him who he is waiting for, but he just smiled, "I am waiting for my father."

"Who is your father?" The young female employee was already a little excited, "Little handsome guy, we can call you for you!"

"No, thank you," Meng Xiaoyan said politely, looking over behind them, the man stumbled a little, born with an underdeveloped cerebellum, Meng Xiaoyan smiled, "He's already here."

Under the surprised eyes of the company's female employees, Guo Qiyu was very embarrassed, but Meng Xiaoyan grabbed him and hugged him in his arms. He took Guo Qiyu's hand as if he was catching a cat's paw, and waved at them, " goodbye."

"..."

Meng Xiaoyan hugged Guo Qiyu, turned around and left.

I heard the girls who were gasping for breath just now chirping excitedly behind me.

"Is that someone from the finance department?"

"You look quite young, so you have such a handsome son?"

"The son seems to have completely controlled the father!" A short-haired girl said excitedly, "Are they really kissing father and son?"

Everyone said they didn't know.

Guo Qiyu has worked here for several years, but there are very few people who know him. Mr. Jiang, who was airborne at the time, left, and Guo Qiyu's only friend also won the opportunity to be transferred to the headquarters of City A. After that, no one went there again. Pay attention to this transparent person who is always submissive.

"Xiaobei, it's not good for you to hug me like this," Guo Qiyu shrugged, "let me go."

The weather in July, the outdoor temperature is a bit high, the two stood on the bus platform, the boy refused to let go of anger, even though there were beads of sweat on his forehead, the man who was a little shorter than him was afraid of hurting the boy The legs that were not yet sharp, did not dare to push hard, and could only arch slightly.

It coincides with rush hour, and there are many people waiting on the bus platform.

The two people with extremely weird movements and postures stood out among the people waiting for the bus.

Guo Qiyu soon noticed that people around him were glancing at them quietly, and he was a little anxious, so he called out softly, "Xiaobei, let go?"

Two years after China removed homosexuality from the list of mental illnesses, many people still have incomprehensible and intolerant attitudes and eyes.

Guo Qiyu was so hurt by such gazes, he didn't expect that he would be mistaken for a homosexual, he just thought that the posture of two people hugging each other was good at home, and going outside attracted the attention of others, which made Guo Qiyu feel panic.

"Gay?"

"Really?"

"Looks like it, I didn't expect to see live gays!"

"..."

But soon he heard someone whispering behind him.

All of a sudden, his face turned red, and his movements increased, but he still cared about Meng Xiaoyan's injury and didn't dare to exert himself.

"Dad, my leg hurts, stop moving!" Meng Xiaoyan suddenly raised his voice, then tightened his arms, almost sticking to Guo Qiyu's body.

The discussion behind him came to an abrupt end.

Guo Qiyu also remained still, her tone full of worry, "Leg pain? Why didn't you say it earlier? Is there something wrong?"

Meng Xiaoyan's voice softened, "It's okay, Dad."

He lowered his head, put his lips on the man's earlobe, and jumped out word by word, "Dad, don't move."

There was a chuckle in his ear, as if a switch had been turned on, and the man's face instantly turned red as if dripping blood.

There was embarrassment and embarrassment on his face, but there was still a trace of embarrassment in his eyes.

Guo Qiyu froze and didn't move. He sensitively felt something pressing behind him...

The hip seam is on the upper side, an unspeakable position.

Guo Qiyu lowered his head, remained motionless, and his voice came out from between his teeth, with great shame, "Xiaobei..."

The young man was shameless, and moved his waist without showing any signs, "It's too hot, Dad, you're moving around again..."

Guo Qiyu was extremely embarrassed by being bullied, but he knew how embarrassing this kind of thing is in the public.

He glanced at the people around him in a panic.

After learning that their relationship was father and son, the inquisitive gazes of the people around them dropped a lot in an instant, and they chatted again, waiting for the bus to come.

No one paid attention to them, which made Guo Qiyu relieved.

He didn't dare to move around, he was afraid that the child would be young and aggressive, and he would make a fool of himself in public.

"Dad, don't move around!"

Meng Xiaoyan pulled him down to a corner of the platform, leaning against the dirty billboard behind him, three buses happened to arrive, and many people left.

There were only a few people left on the platform, and they were all talking to their friends.

Guo Qiyu felt the child chuckle behind him.

Before he had time to react, he was taken aback. Meng Xiaoyan started to move slowly in his place.

"Little, Xiaobei!" Guo Qiyu was terrified and wanted to turn around quickly.

Meng Xiaoyan let go of his hand, Guo Qiyu turned around in his arms, his two faces aligned.

Very close distance.

Meng Xiaoyan fell into Guo Qiyu's eyes at a glance, the black and flustered lake was filled with hazy water vapor because of himself...

"Xiaobei..."

The man couldn't help lowering his head, and glanced at the bulge below, which was directly in front of him.

"..."

Guo Qiyu quickly turned his face away, looked to the side, put his hands on Meng Xiaoyan's shoulders, and looked like he was about to cry out of anger.

"Xiaobei..." He whispered again, wanting to move but not daring to move.

Meng Xiaoyan's long legs were slightly spread apart, and the man stood between his legs, sticking tightly to him. Meng Xiaoyan was very satisfied with the distance, but he couldn't bear to make the man cry angrily.

Sighing slightly, he secretly advised himself not to act too hastily, and said, "Help me cover it up, it will be fine after a while."

Guo Qiyu was worrying when he saw Meng Xiaoyan let go of him a little bit, clamped his shoulders with both hands, and put him in a suitable position, neither far nor close.

Guo Qiyu turned around, looked around and looked around, for fear that someone would look this way.

Young man, full of energy.

Guo Qiyu waited for a long time before he felt the people behind him approaching him again.

"Let's go, Dad."

The author has something to say: In 2001, the third edition of "Classification and Diagnostic Criteria of Mental Disorders in China" removed homosexuality from the list of mental diseases.

The current text is 2003 (it seems to be)