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Song Yaxiang can be strong, selfish, and spare no room for anyone, but in front of her son, she can't be hard-hearted, and she can't bear to speak harshly.

Wen Jinran stood in front of her, his face was pale under the light, just as Song Yaxiang was about to say "Forget it", Wen Jinran had already gone to another room and poured her a glass of water.

He put down the water and sat down as well. It was obvious that his hands and feet were stiff. The mother and son had never been so embarrassed before, and the atmosphere in the air was suffocating.

They lowered their heads and faced each other in silence for a while, Wen Jinran took the lead to dispel the embarrassment.

Jin Wendong was taken back to the villa where he was imprisoned for three days by several people.

The room was brightly lit, and Jin Botao was sitting in the middle of the living room waiting for him, with a burning cigarette between his fingers.

He walked over Shi Shiran, with his hands in his pockets, and his standing posture looked much more upright than before. Facing Jin Botao, he put away his indecency, and changed his previous posture, almost with a sense of boredom.

Jin Botao gave him a cigarette, treating him as if he was a man of the same age, but Jin Wendong let his hand freeze in the air without moving his eyelids: "I quit."

Jin Botao took his hand back with a natural expression, and extinguished the cigarette in his hand. The sparks disappeared silently and instantly. He was also silent and thought a lot. When he saw Jin Wendong's face, he couldn't say anything at all. stuck in throat.

Jin Wendong waited patiently for him to speak.

"You can still listen to the persuasion and go home, that's right," he said dryly. In his impression, this seemed to be one of the few sons who didn't confront him tit for tat. "I thought you were going to fight against me for the rest of your life."

Jin Wendong: "It has nothing to do with you, I'm here for Aunt Song and her son."

He paused, and added: "You can hit me, or hit me to vent your anger over the years, don't hit him."

He collapsed without saying a word, but because he spoke in a gentle manner, without sarcasm, Jin Botao was not angry, and asked ponderingly, "What if I take action against him?"

"If you take action against him..." Jin Wendong paused and organized his words in a solemn tone, "It's not only you who have endured me all these years, I have also endured you, maybe then we can finally deal with this father-son relationship Say goodbye."

"You! ——Little bastard!" Jin Botao stood up straight away, trying to hit him with something that was in his hand, but the search failed, so he could only point at him angrily, "Jin Wendong!"

Jin Wendong lowered his head, and put on a training posture, but the words in his mouth became more and more excessive: "You may never understand what love is, whether it is the love of relatives or love for lovers, you have always only had your career in your eyes. , your money, you have been going up more and more these years, and your social status is getting higher and higher day by day, part of which is due to the help of my mother's family."

Jin Botao's face became more and more ugly.

Jin Wendong raised his face and looked directly at him: "But I also know that most of it is earned by you working hard day and night for yourself, maybe you are not a very good person, not a very good father , but you are a successful businessman, and I once admired you, looking up at you behind your back—but it’s just a back view.”

"You are a person who doesn't look back," Jin Wendong smiled, "whether it's a woman, a friend... or a son."

Jin Botao stood in front of him stiffly, even his expression was stiff.

Suddenly, the door of a certain room opened, and a middle-aged man walked out. Jin Wendong looked over and saw that he knew this man. He had been locked up for the past few days, so Jin Botao asked this man to come and teach him a lesson.

The man was very bookish, with a big belly, and he was comparable to Lao Wang, but his appearance was quite correct compared to Lao Wang, and his facial features were festive and kind. He held a book between his elbows, and he didn't seem to feel their heavy atmosphere. Yes, I was quite happy to ask: "Young Master, are you still attending class today?"

Jin Botao was already in a state of anger, but he didn't know who he was and went to the muzzle of the gun.

However, he still restrained himself, and just pointed at the door with his finger, meaning to tell the tutor to get out. Seeing that he was gloomy, the teacher immediately silenced, moving his bulky body and walking away quickly.

The living room door slammed shut with a bang.

Jin Botao was still angry, and looked into Jin Wendong's eyes, which were calm and emotionless, and being able to say this showed that he had already figured out something in his heart, and now he didn't care anymore.

So the anger in his heart was tainted with other complex emotions, including guilt, guilty conscience, and embarrassment.

He is also a bit of a parent, watching his son grow up sad, this feeling is very new to him, it is almost strange.

Jin Botao was silent for a long time.

The headlights in the living room showed each other's self in each other's eyes. Jin Wendong moved his eyes slightly and saw a few obvious white hairs on his head, and was slightly taken aback.

"...I am indeed an incompetent father," Jin Botao said, "I have nothing to argue about, especially in front of you."

Jin Wendong was noncommittal.

Jin Botao lit another cigarette, his hands were actually trembling when he looked carefully, he took a puff, fell back dejectedly, sat back on his sofa, and closed his eyes: "Adult's world is not pure, love is not Necessary things."

The timeline at this moment is stretched very long, Jin Botao's movement of exhaling smoke is also very slow, Jin Wendong can clearly see the flash of heartache when he opened his eyes, he is old, not young, and has no energy Go and raise another son like Jin Wendong, this is his only son, if there is no accident, he will be the only son in his life.

He was reluctant to part with this son, let alone let him give up other sons. He used tough methods, but in the end he got even stronger resistance than his methods. When he couldn't fight with the bodyguard, he jumped off the second floor directly. After he knew how Jin Wendong slipped away, his vision went dark and his heart almost stopped suddenly.

Jin Wendong has the perseverance he had when he was young—but he used it in the wrong place. He has a smarter mind than he did back then. He is young and fearless, and it is obvious that stick education will not work on him.

Jin Botao had a headache.

"Have you figured it out?" Jin Botao said again after a cigarette, "Disobey your father for a man, and will you disobey to the end?"

Jin Wendong did not hesitate this time: "I love him, I am willing."

"Okay." Jin Botao calmed down a lot. He threw away the cigarette butt, stood up, looked at him equally, and put his hands on his shoulders, "I will quit the tutor just now, and you can go back to school another day Go to school."

Jin Wendong's eyes widened immediately, he couldn't believe it.

He put down his hand, took the suit jacket on the sofa cushion, and passed Jin Wendong, as if he had nothing to say, then suddenly stopped, and said softly: "You said you know love better than me, for He resisted me, and now he is letting himself calmly tell me what's on his mind, Wen Dong... I hope you don't let this moment today become a joke in the future."

Jin Wendong said nasally, "No."

Jin Botao didn't want to say any more, put on his coat, kicked his shiny leather shoes, opened the door and left without looking back.

The bodyguards guarding outside the villa followed him and got into the car one after another. After a few breaths, the villa was vacant, and the long-term cleaning servants were left looking at each other anxiously.

Jin Wendong turned his head to look at the clock next to him, it was ten o'clock in the evening.

His long struggle to come out has finally come to a temporary end.

Wen Jinran was lying on the bed when the phone rang suddenly. The unique ringtone was Jin Wendong.

He sat up abruptly, reached for the phone and picked it up impatiently. Without waiting for the other side to speak, he immediately asked, "How's it going? You're not hurt anymore, are you?"

When Jin Wendong heard him ask, all the wounds on his body felt dull pain. He touched the cut on his face, his smile was a little naughty, a little bad, a little bitter: "Why? Are you expecting your boyfriend to be beaten so much? "

The familiar tone, the familiar mocking tone, Wen Jinran's nose was a little sore, but his nerves relaxed, and he sniffed.

Jin Wendong asked nervously, "What's wrong with you? Are you crying again?"

"No," Wen Jinran pinched the phone and said sullenly, "I just...thank you for being okay."

"I haven't said anything yet," Jin Wendong laughed lowly, "How do you know I'm okay? Huh? Baby, what did you do?"

Although Wen Jinran is not crying now, he did cry a while ago, and he just had a fever, so his voice is not like his original voice, "I went to find my mother."

As soon as he said it, Jin Wendong vaguely guessed why he was looking for Song Yaxiang, and also guessed what he said.

Sure enough, Wen Jinran said in a low voice: "I chatted with her for a long time and spread everything out, including the matter of her being your father's mistress, and you..."

Unlike his depressed mood, Jin Wendong deliberately said: "About me? What did you say? You like me, you love me, you love me so much, you can't do without me, please don't hinder us?"

Wen Jinran was very strangely quiet.

"Isn't it too boring?" Wen Jinran said, his voice getting smaller and smaller, "But that's what I thought..."

Jin Wendong felt that he had made a fool of himself, and quickly comforted him: "No, I thought so too. I said the same thing to my dad just now. It's very good."

Wen Jinran's voice with a strong nasal tone could still hear a bit of crying at this moment: "I just like you, and there is nothing I can do if I already like you, so I told her everything.

"Then I told her, if she agrees with us being together, and then call your father, I will forgive her for not loving herself as someone else's mistress, isn't it very unprincipled?

"Then I thought about it just now. Even without our business, I seem to forgive her. She has been running around for so many years for me, and in the end she is threatened by me. Am I too bad?"

The more he spoke, the more he choked up, and finally Jin Wendong's eyes were red, he held the phone, kissed the receiver a few times in the air, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's not bad, mine is of course the cutest baby in the world."

Wen Jinran cried and shook her head, shaking off a few tears: "I'm not."

"Baby," Jin Wendong couldn't help it, "Open the door, I want to hug you."

Wen Jinran paused for wiping his tears, a little helpless, because his eyes were swollen, and his eye sockets were red and swollen, "Are you outside the door?"

Jin Wendong said: "I am here."

It was almost one or two o'clock in the morning, Wen Jinran didn't know the exact time, he got out of bed in a hurry, wiped his eyes with his hands, and ran over stumblingly.

The moment he opened the door, Jin Wendong's tearful eyes met him, and he was a little dazed.

He was like a piece of weightless paper, like a willow leaf blown down in a strong wind, staggered, staggered and threw it into Jin Wendong's chest, clinging to him, letting the heat from his body gradually seep in, shaking It hurts.

Jin Wendong hugged him for a while, tears dripped down his neck, the moment he saw Wen Jinran's eyes, he was stunned, his heart felt like someone had twisted his heart hard, and he was in pain.

"Thank you for being okay," Wen Jinran repeated, his voice so soft that it was barely audible, "Thank you for coming back and not making me wait too long."

Jin Wendong suddenly grabbed his waist, lifted him up, let him hang in the air, and then kissed him fiercely, everywhere.

Wen Jinran was a little scared.

Jin Wendong tightened his arms, kissed lightly, and gently pressed his lips on his.

"Of course, baby," Jin Wendong called out to him between kisses, "My little landlord, I will never let us be separated again, I promise."

Late at night, quiet, the lights in the bedroom come on and go off, blending with the darkness.

The next day, the weather was fine.