On a sunny afternoon, the villa was shrouded in the afterglow, as unreal as a mirage. Lying on the beach chair in the back garden was a little boy with porcelain features, long eyelashes, and the sun cast a faint silhouette on his face, with slightly pursed lips.
He pouted, it was really cute, the slanting light caressed his young face, and a man as noble as a prince came over, his handsome eyebrows raised, he leaned over to pick up the little boy, stretched out his legs and kicked him while lying on the ground.
He Feihuan, who studies firearms, said, "My little brother is already asleep, how can you still have so much energy!"
The cheeks of the person who had been kicked got hot, and he lowered his eyes and protested, "I'm not a freak like Mo Xiaoran. I only know how to sleep in one day." He pouted his bright red mouth, and He Feihuan was extremely reluctant. In fact,
He didn't want to admit that Mo Xiaoran assembled the gun first, but he was always two steps behind, so he was practicing speed.
He didn't want to tell Uncle Leng about such an embarrassing thing.
How shameless.
Well, it shows that He Feihuan's concept of honor and disgrace is quite avant-garde.
Su Leng raised his eyebrows and chuckled. Mo Xiaoran opened his mouth in his arms and yawned. Then he slowly opened his eyes while rubbing his eyes. He saw Su Leng taking the lead and said, "Uncle Leng, are you back?"
Su Leng nodded, put Mo Xiaoran down, and took the hands of the two children into the house. The house became a nest for the two children.
There were dismembered fighter model models everywhere, as well as the remains of many toys, which were left behind by the two of them. Su Leng swept them away and said calmly, "I'll cook, and then you can return the things to their original places."
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The two children looked at each other and walked sadly to the wreckage they had made. Mo Xiaoran was cleaning up and rubbing his eyes. He didn't sleep well and was still in a sleepy state. He picked up and fell on the thick carpet.
Without moving, He Feihuan shouted in the direction of the kitchen, "Uncle Leng, Mo Xiaoran is lazy."
Su Leng was making salad. He stuck his head out and looked at Mo Xiaoran who was sleeping on the ground. He sighed. He Feihuan didn't want to. He put the remains in his hand on the ground and lay motionless on the ground. "I fell asleep too."
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Su Leng held his forehead with a headache, this was really true.
Forget it, I didn’t see it.
He turned around and returned to the kitchen to continue his dinner. Being a kid was not the same thing. The carpet on the floor was thick enough, so you didn’t have to worry about getting cold if you slept on it. Plus, it was summer, so it didn’t matter. The two kids were strong.
If you are healthy, you still have some antibodies.
He Feihuan climbed up his small body, went forward and squatted next to Mo Xiaoran, and cut Mo Xiaoran's fair cheek with his white and tender hands. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his hand felt soft. He cut and cut.
Ah, Mo Xiaoran’s delicate brows furrowed, and he reached out and slapped He Feihuan’s hand away.
Those black eyes, which were even more translucent than black pearls, stared at He Feihuan and said word by word, "Cut my face once and I'll make you a eunuch."
He Feihuan hurriedly took back his hand and stared at Mo Xiaoran with his big, smooth eyes.
"You threatened me."
"try it yourself."
He Feihuan raised his chin arrogantly, "You bully the small with your big one, what kind of man are you?"
"I'm not a man now, so how can I bully the young?" Are you kidding me? He has inherited it, can He Feihuan be his opponent?
He Feihuan came forward and leaned his little head against Mo Xiaoran's, "Little brother, why don't you cover me, I'm your brother."
Mo Xiaoran's expression didn't change, and there was no trace of expression on his expressionless face, "I have a brother and a sister, but I don't have a brother. Don't try to get relatives."
He Feihuan rolled on the ground, staring at the little old man Mo Xiaoran with his two big eyes, "Brother, you don't love me anymore." He clenched his hands into fists and beat them on the ground.
The corners of Mo Xiaoran's eyes twitched fiercely, "Don't disturb my sleep."
He Feihuan: "``````"
After He Feihuan made such a noise, Mo Xiaoran was no longer sleepy. He yawned and continued to sort out the debris on the ground. He was very fast and experienced. He sorted out his things and threw them into the trash can.
Then I washed my hands and walked leisurely to the kitchen.
He Feihuan beat his chest and said, "Mo Xiaoran, why don't you know how to help me? I'm so young, don't you understand that I respect the old and love the young?"
Mo Xiaoran was too lazy to pay attention to him and let him fend for himself.
Leaning on the kitchen counter, Mo Xiaoran blinked, and while handing something to Su Leng, he asked, "Uncle Leng, why isn't Uncle Yang coming back? He promised to help us play shooting today."
"He went on a temporary business trip and should be back soon." Su Leng answered while frying the steak, "How cooked should the steak be?"
"Three points."
"Uncle Leng, he must not have completely degenerated. I want the filet mignon to be medium rare." He Feihuan, who had finished sorting things and came to intervene, said yawning. Mo Xiaoran ignored him.
Su Leng actually thinks that the youngest son of the He family is interesting. He always thinks that others are primitive when he talks, but he is very avant-garde.
But cute and smart.
Simply a bit inhuman.
Su Leng prepared nutritious meals for the two children and forced them to drink milk. He then received a call and left home. Mo Xiaoran stayed with them for a long time and knew that their company was very busy now.
, very busy, flying around the world for a long time, gathering less and staying apart more.
But every time they met, they would linger for a long time. He didn't understand how two men could fall in love. Later, he couldn't figure it out and stopped thinking about it.
After He Feihuan finished eating, he looked at Mo Xiaoran and stretched out his fat white arms, "Mo Xiaoran, take me to take a shower."
"go away."
"I hate you. You abducted me to Paris, but you ignored me, didn't take care of me, and stopped loving me. You abandoned me, despised me, and couldn't get used to me. Mo Xiaoran, you duplicitous bastard.
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Mo Xiaoran couldn't help laughing as he pouted his bright red mouth and cursed with joy. He ate two pieces of steak, turned around and went upstairs. After being with He Feihuan for a long time, he would definitely become a shemale.
I made up my mind that the safe distance should be at least five meters away from He Feihuan in the future.
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After signing the contract, he was a little eager to fly home. In the past, he thought home was just a noun, a noun with no special meaning, because for him, everywhere is home.
But it's different now. The place where Su Leng is now is Fu Siyang's home.
The president of Chalvez vb company, when he signed the contract with Sihuang Group, he formally met Fu Siyang, the president of Sihuang Group, for the first time. He was in the golden age of a man, just thirty, and his facial features
As delicate as a fairy, every stroke is a beauty. Although the appearance is exquisite and meticulous, there is no flaw in it, but it does not give people the illusion of being a woman.
He was a very charming man. The moment he caught his eye in a well-tailored suit, Chavez realized, what kind of outstanding woman could set off this man? He was too dazzling, and a woman stood beside him.
His side will also be overshadowed.
When Fu Siyang talks about cooperation matters, he is not ambiguous at all. It is his own, and he does not let go at all. He is very calm, and it is up to you whether you like to do this business or not.
Chalves admires such people very much.
VB Company arranged the presidential suite of YSL Hotel for Fu Siyang. Fu Siyang chuckled, took out the diamond card belonging to YSL Hotel from his bag, and said with a smile, "Sorry, I can do it myself for YSL Hotel, Char."
President Weiss may not know him very well, but I have a very good relationship with the direct president of YSL."
Chalves was confused, but it was not easy to ask personal questions.
In the evening, Fu Siyang missed Su Leng very much. He stood alone in front of the window and looked at the night view of Munich. He couldn't explain why he felt that something was missing in his heart, but he really missed Su Leng very much.
Some people in France.
Coincidentally, it was now the end of September and approaching October, and he happened to catch up with the grand Oktoberfest in Munich. Munich has always been recognized as the "Beer City" and holds the world's largest Oktoberfest every autumn——
October celebration.
Travelers from all over the world are constantly coming to this place, wanting to experience the culture of Oktoberfest firsthand.
Fu Siyang put on his coat and drove to the scene. Here, men and women, old and young, were all immersed in a kind of joy. People came out in large numbers, accompanied by relatives and friends, and lovers, gathered together happily, drinking homemade fresh wine.
Beer and eat a variety of unique German sausages and breads, during which the band dressed in national costumes shuttled among the crowd, skillfully playing relaxed and cheerful music.
Many couples were holding beers in their hands, kissing and drinking, romantic and elegant. Fu Siyang stood like this in the crowd and immediately became a sight. The man stood in his thirties, and his charm was boundless, plus the accumulation of years of experience.
, he is always a man who radiates light and heat from the inside out.
The German girls had hot figures. Because of the Oktoberfest, many German girls wore cool clothes. Fu Siyang stood aside silently, thinking that it would be great if Su Leng was by his side. Two young girls walked towards him with a coquettish smile.
Nodding, she raised the beer in her hand to clink glasses with him.
A woman put her hand on Fu Siyang's shoulder, smiled very charmingly, and rubbed her soft and boneless body against him. The invitation was obvious, "Are you interested in a drink?"
Not to be outdone, another girl squeezed forward and looked at the charming Fu Siyang with a sweet smile, thinking about how to speak, but Fu Siyang just laughed.
He quietly dodged away and stood one meter away and smiled at the two of them, elegant, gorgeous, delicate and noble. He changed his hand to hold the beer glass, stretched out his left hand, and his slender white
Hand, showing the ring on the ring finger, with a voice as soft as nature, "ichliebeihn, (I'm sorry, I'm married, I love him very much.) Pure German, happy smile, on that beautiful finger