Chi Guang

There was the sound of a rattling shower in the bathroom, and the glass door was covered with water vapor, reflecting a graceful figure.Xu Chichuan found a new set of pajamas and hung them on the doorknob: "Brother! The clothes are hung by the door for you!"

The bathroom door opened, and the mist rushed into the living room. The light blue bath towel was draped over the body, and the water droplets flowed along the bare chest. Putting the orange on his mouth, he stared at the handsome man with naked upper body: "... Where are the clothes?"

"I can't fit it," Mu Shihai threw away the towel, and tugged at his tight pants: "It's too small."

...you are young!Your whole family is small!

"By the way," the phone on the table flickered on and on, "it kept ringing, but I didn't answer it."

Fifteen misses from Mu Xingyong jumped out of the screen and it was dazzling.Mu Shihai took his mobile phone and walked to the balcony. When the bell rang three times, the man's angry question echoed in the air: "The wings are hard? Who told you to go back?"

"Before I left, I told you," my body was soaked in sticky sweat, hot and humid: "You didn't listen."

"I don't care about this with you," he said angrily, "What did that woman send you? Mu Shihai, whose family did you grow up with..."

"If you don't want to admit that it's your ex-wife," the veins in your white hands twitched, and they slammed against the railing with a loud noise: "Is it difficult to call Ms. Yang?"

"Once a year, still can't make you feel at ease?" The anger burning in the throat made people lose the last bit of reason, Mu Shihai laughed back in anger, his eyes were gloomy: "Or are you afraid?"

"Are you afraid of remembering the sins you have committed, or the debts you owe?"

"Whatever it is, Dad, it's too late."

The insults came to an abrupt end when the phone was hung up.The shadow of prey twitched in Mu Shihai's eyes, and the anger still lingered between his brows.When the door was opened, the incandescent lamp in the living room changed color, the bright yellow light flooded the carpet, and mist wafted from the cup filled with water.Xu Chichuan sat on the sofa and patted the empty seat beside him: "After drinking this cup, let's go to sleep."

At night, the two of them covered one side of the quilt without disturbing each other, Xu Chichuan hugged the pillow and quietly shrank toward the wall: "Squeeze?"

"Not crowded."

"Then do you want to keep a small night light?" In the night, the moist eyes were black and shiny: "Do you want to wake up at night?"

"Need not."

The pillow exudes a woody fragrance that urges one to fall asleep. In the silent night, the birds chirping are very clear. Mu Shihai stares at the ceiling quietly, and suddenly there is a burst of warmth in his right arm—the child who has fallen asleep has turned over. Standing up, one hand was put on his arm.The subconscious movement woke up the sleeping person, the arms were hugged even tighter, and an indistinct murmur fell on his ears: "Uh...brother..."

"sleep……"

Before turning over and falling asleep, a text message was silently sent to Ye Jing's phone.

On a night in late autumn, there was a faint noise in an old residential building full of creepers.Ye Jing held up her mobile phone and angrily questioned her father, who came home for the first time in a month. The little curly hair burst into pieces in the air: "Did you tell Mu Shihai his father!"

The man who has been fighting wits and courage with prisoners in the police force all year round frowned, not angry: "Are you questioning me? Is this the attitude you should talk to your father?"

"This is an inquiry." Two pairs of identical Danfeng eyes looked at each other across a coffee table: "Officer Ye, after you saw my package and took it back, why did you go to the extra trouble to tell Mu Shihai's father?"

"That's his father." Ye Yanzhen rubbed the center of his brows to cover up the sleepiness he hadn't slept for many days, trying to reason with his son under pressure: "He has the right to know his son's movements."

"Fart!" Ye Jing jumped three feet high, his face was flushed with anger and dissatisfaction: "What kind of father is he! He is not worthy!"

"Ye Jing!" Ye Yanzhen shouted loudly: "Is this how the teachers at school teach you to respect your elders and talk to your father!"

"Did I say it wrong! He just doesn't deserve it! He's not a..."

Snapped!

Ye Jing covered the hot and sore corner of her mouth, and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief: "Dad, are you hitting me?"

Regret flashed in Ye Yanzhen's eyes, but he stubbornly turned his head and refused to apologize: "Go back to the room and reflect on yourself, look now! What it looks like!"

"You don't think I look good now? Shame?" Ye Jing sneered: "Then you don't go home once in half a year, and you won't be ashamed when you leave me to your ex-wife!"

boom!The turbulent air current closed the door together with the grievances, and the criminal investigators in the police station were helpless at this moment. They sighed at the closed door, and their old mother stood behind him at some point. Embarrassed: "Mom..."

"Father and son don't have an overnight feud," Grandma Ye said lightly, leaning on a cane, "but there will be knots."

"Yan Zhen, Man Yin is a good woman, and the Tan family is tolerant enough. Even if you are divorced, your father-in-law will still treat you as before;"

"The only thing you owe is Xiao Jing."

"Since he was born, you have spent more time with him than a nanny;"

Ye Yanzhen hastily explained: "You know, I'm busy..."

"Yes, you are very busy," the crutch tapped on the cold marble floor: "So Man Yin, a mother, can say what you just said, but you can't."

"Don't do your father's work in your father's name,"

"Look at Mu Xingyong and Xiao Hai,"

"Don't walk on a strange road where father and son are separated."