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Shi Xing went up to the second floor, and as soon as he took out the key, he found that the door was ajar. He opened the door and went in, and saw underwear scattered on the ground.

Suspenders, bright-colored bras, miniskirts, flesh-colored stockings, and underwear are scattered on the floor, like an invisible guide leading to the bedroom.

How could he let Wen Xia in, how could he have the nerve to let Wen Xia see such a dirty scene.

Shi Xing frowned, smelling the obscenity in the air, and wanted to vomit.

He pushed open the door neatly, and Shi Haoran was indeed inside.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, while the woman was panting, startled by the sound of the door opening, and screamed, Shi Haoran turned his head, smiled, with cold eyes: "Why did you come back?"

Shi Haoran was in his early forties and worked in a nearby power plant. He was tall, very thin, and his skin was brown, but he could vaguely see his youthful appearance.He said several times that his family was rich, but he committed a crime and was kicked out.

Whether it is true or not, no one knows.

He was wearing an army green shirt, which woman bought it for him.

Shi Haoran wiped it carelessly, stuffed it into his trousers, then smiled and stuffed the money between the woman's legs.

Shi Xing said: "Can you stop doing such disgusting things every day, can you restrain yourself and keep the door open, you are really not afraid of others coming in."

"What am I afraid of?" Shi Haoran crushed the cigarette, "It's you, where did you go yesterday, you didn't go home during the holiday, you didn't come back all night, and you were seduced by some little girl?"

"Don't use your dirty mind to think about others," Shi Xing retreated in disgust, "Our teacher is..."

"I brought him up with great difficulty." Shi Haoran didn't listen to him at all, "If you let him marry you, you will lose a lot of money."

When Shi Haoran came over, Shi Xing was belatedly afraid. He gritted his teeth: "Our teacher is outside! He wants to see you!"

Shi Haoran was interrupted just before he was having fun, he looked Shi Xing up and down, and suddenly smiled: "I didn't buy your clothes for you, did I, who gave it to you?"

"You're almost eighteen now," Shi Haoran continued, "I've raised you for 18 years, ouch, it's been such a long time—won't you give your dad something in return?"

Shi Haoran suddenly rushed forward, pressed him against the wall, and kissed him on the face indiscriminately in front of the woman, "I don't know what it's like to fuck a young child, Fang'er, have you ever seen someone who fucks a son?"

The woman smiled happily: "No."

Shi Xing: "Mom! Shi Haoran, you are crazy!"

"Be honest with me!" Shi Haoran slapped him with a big hand, Shi Xingtou was beaten dizzy, his mind was buzzing, he almost couldn't stand still, before he could react, his shirt was rudely lifted stand up.

This is the second floor.

As long as he shouted, Wen Xia would definitely hear him.

In desperation, Shi Xing was about to call Wen Xia, but stopped abruptly.

What would Wen Xia think when she saw this scene?

Will he be like him, disgusted, incomprehensible, stay away from him, be like his mother, abandon him?

"When I was old," the woman lit a cigarette, "you are really disgusting, and your son is also thinking about it. This is against the law."

Shi Xing kicked him, but his strength was still not enough for an adult, and it was difficult for Shi Haoran to resist his kick for a long time and restrain him.

Shi Haoran fumbled around, not knowing the severity, "What's wrong with my son? Isn't this guy just 'timely enjoyment'? It's tiring to care about these ethics and morals."

Shi Xing took the porcelain bottle on the side, and smashed a bottle at it. He didn't know whether it was because Shi Haoran had a fatal life or the quality of the bottle was too good, but it was not broken, so Shi Haoran managed to avoid it.

Shi Haoran was completely irritated, he sneered: "I still don't believe it, you son of a chicken, your mother is a ****, and you are also a ****!"

His pants were also pulled down, and Shi Xing finally cried out. He said, "Shi Haoran! How dare you fucking dare, you are a beast!"

In the blur, he saw the portrait of his mother, staying quietly in a dark corner.

Shi Xing suddenly became jealous of her, why she could leave here, but he didn't have the courage.

In desperation, his hand suddenly touched a cold utensil—a fruit knife.

This kind of coolness ran down the fingertips, as if it penetrated into the heart, but it aroused another kind of heat, Shi Xing didn't hesitate, grabbed it with his backhand, and stabbed it hard.

His wrist was suddenly grabbed, Shi Haoran in front of him was suddenly kicked aside, Shi Xing panted, staring blankly at Wen Xia rushing over, punching Shi Haoran in the face, Wen Xia's expression was one he hadn't seen been unfamiliar.

Wen Xia punched him again: "Fuck! Beast!"

He kicked Shi Haoran away.

The situation took a sharp turn.

Wen Xia waited downstairs for a long time but nothing came. She thought that Shi Xing didn't want him to go to his house, so she planned to disturb him, but when she saw the open door and heard Shi Xing's cry, she rushed in .

Shi Xing stared blankly at Wen Xia as if a god descended, his mind went blank, he still hadn't recovered from the slap Shi Haoran slapped, and there was a sharp scream in his mind.

He suddenly thought——

It’s over.

Such a disgusting scene, such a disgusting self, was seen.

He closed his eyes, ready for Wen Xia to turn around and leave, or to punch him.

Suddenly, his almost naked body warmed up, and Shi Xing opened his eyes.

Wen Xia took off his coat in silence, wrapped him around his body, picked him up horizontally, stepped on the messy ground, and walked out.

Shi Xing saw that the sun was dazzling and scorching, as if it wanted to melt the world.