At first, he showed all his inferior side to Qi Ji, asking if Qi Ji knew about him, and did not see his past on the Internet, and even proposed to visit Qi Ji's house before they were familiar with each other.

And Qi Ji responded one by one.

Wan Chukong treated him as a cat without a temper and would not refuse humans. Because he had picked it up on purpose, he privately took care of the territory. Occasionally, he showed Qi Ji the weirdness in his character and admired the other party's panicked expression. But the development of things always brought him a good temper, which changed his bad mind and became eager to touch and a closer emotion. He wanted Qi Ji to be his own, and only belonged to him. Sometimes he wanted to hide him, and sometimes he wanted to show it to others.

The more you come into contact with it, the more you will find that Qi Ji does not need to be raised by anyone. He has his own stubbornness and persistence, and only he can keep himself.

Realizing this, Wan Chukong suddenly wanted to bury his dim past, and it would be better not to let Qi Ji discover it.

Cats are kittens that can survive without human feeding, but they are humans who are so lonely that they are about to die.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

In the dim living room, Wan Chukong raised his hand to touch the tears on Qi Ji's face. He made the person cry again. Nothing has been done well so far, but he still wanted to kiss him, thinking about it crazy.

Qi Ji's eyes were still red. He shook his head when he heard this. Before he could speak, Wan Chukong had already hugged him tightly into his arms, wishing he could rub him into his bones. The longing seemed to overflow, and the sourness and soreness hurt.

"I thought I would have to wait until the matter is over before I can meet you." Wan Chukong's breath fell in Qi Ji's ears, so heavy that every breathing was weight.

Qi Ji: "I went to find Chen Shenghang yesterday, and he told me some of your family's affairs..."

Wan Chukong was stunned for a moment, then wrapped his waist even harder and put his head on his forehead, "But you are looking for me."

Qi Ji didn't understand very well: "Yes..."

Wan Chukong kissed him urgently, held his lips and sucked, and his hands couldn't hold on him. Qi Ji was so itchy that he touched him, and he couldn't help but retreat. Wan Chukong immediately stopped all movements, lowered his head and rubbed his nose lightly, as if showing kindness, like two small animals keeping each other warm, his voice was low and hoarse: "I can say anything, don't let me go, okay?"

Qi Ji responded: "I didn't let you go."

Wan Chukong kissed his wet eyes, looking at Qi Ji with deep eyes, "Let's start from scratch, I will tell you."

Wan Chukong refused to let go of his hand, and the two could only sit on the sofa like a conjoined baby. "What did Chen Shenghang tell you? He said Ying Shaojun would beat me? Then he was only half right..."

"I will hit him too." Wan Chukong said as he raised his hand to cover Qi Ji's eyes and prevented him from looking at him. His voice became clearer in the darkness. "The reason why I could get back my custody so easily was because he didn't bite him tightly, because he could no longer beat me at that time, and he was afraid of me."

Wan Chukong almost forgot those days.

Men love gambling, and they drink when they lose gambling, and beat him when they get drunk.

But he did not have the personality of being beaten honestly. Every time he resisted, his biological father always had an abnormal blush after being drunk in his face, as if he would die at any time.

"Okay, good fight!" The man clapped and laughed when he fought back for the first time, "This way we will be even, and no one owe anyone!"

Therefore, for a long time in junior high school, they were both injured. Ying Shaojun always emphasized to him that although he beat him, Wan Chukong fought back, and if the matter was a big loss, it was not necessarily anyone who suffered.

"Anyway, it's not me who is a celebrity." He was still drinking when he said this. He did not treat Wan Chukong harshly on weekdays. He just occasionally pushed and kicked, like fiddling with an object, and had to stop provoking it.

Fourteen years old is a very important turning point. The boy learned a little fist and kicking with the martial arts teacher while filming outside. Ying Shaojun's health has long been unable to drink for many years. He could not beat Wan Chukong, and Wan Chukong was very ruthless.

He began to be scared, afraid of his son.

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Moonlight sloping in the attic. Under the warm light of the desk lamp, Wan Ling sat alone in the study room. After a while, the door was pushed open. The elegant man wearing glasses and gray-haired temples put down a cup of hot water in front of her: "Since you have been so sensitive since you returned to China. You came back for your son, why has it become like this now?"

Wan Ling covered her forehead and sighed a long sigh, her breath trembling, "Those reporters can't do anything, if those things were exposed back then... he..."

The man pressed her shoulder with disagreement, "He was not yet an adult at that time, and now ten years have passed."

Wan Ling was a little stunned. Ten years seemed to be in the blink of an eye. She always felt that her son had not grown up yet and was still in that small room. If she didn't like him, she would lose him forever.

At first, Wan Chukong went abroad with them, but did not live with them. After that, Wan Ling felt very guilty about his son. He obeyed him in everything. He didn't want to live at home. Of course, it would be fine if he didn't want to stay. So he rented a house near the school.

At that time, she always refused to answer the phone call from her stepfather. Wan Chukong would occasionally answer the phone according to her mood.

Wan Ling never dared to disturb her son too much. She knew that Wan Chukong actually didn't want to see her, and she rarely communicated with them when she went home every month.

This kind of life lasted until Wan Chukong went to the second year of high school. One day, the school suddenly summoned her to go there. As soon as she entered the door of the principal's office, she saw the bruises on the corners of Wan Chukong's mouth and blood stained on his finger bones. She was a little surprised when she came, and then she looked indifferent again.

This matter was finally solved by Wan Ling with an extremely tough attitude. This is what it means abroad. If you show a little good face to others, you will be arrogant. When you have enough capital, others will naturally listen to your words.

After Wanling solved this matter, he turned to Wan Chukong's rental house to find him. He asked him with a puzzled look and pained look on his face, why didn't he tell her earlier?

Wan Chukong replied: "I will solve it myself, haven't I solved it?"

He is too young, he is just seventeen, so it is normal for him to hate her.

But when the sunlight was just shining on the windowsill and Wan Chukong leaned against the window and looked down, Wan Ling's heartbeat suddenly magnified several times.

At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind - if she didn't look at him tightly.

She will eventually lose him.

This may be the price she has to pay for a long-term smooth life.

Therefore, when Wan Chukong proposed to continue his studies and performance, he did not want him to enter this industry again, so he took this opportunity to give exchange conditions.

"Okay, but I want you to move back home, and I will answer every call I call in the future."

Wan Chukong agreed.

Wan Ling is always trying to keep him, always thinking that his son will die quietly one day. In fact, Wan Chukong's university life is very rich, especially in the troupe, and it is understandable to return to China to develop. But Wan Ling is very afraid. How will domestic media report Wan Chukong? Rumors are always more eye-catching than the truth.

They will uncover his scars over and over again and point critical eyes at him.

Every step he takes in the future is under the attention of others. His many distorted mouths are best at pinching a person out of thin air into another appearance.

She was afraid that Wan Chukong's eyes would return to silence again. She would never forget that there was no light in her eyes. The expression that fell outside the window was extremely cold, and she was indifferent to others and herself.

Every day after returning to China, she was afraid and had to repeatedly confirm her son's current situation. She was old, and even if her hair was dyed brown, silver threads would still appear. Ten years ago, she could not accept that Wan Chukong had become like that, and ten years later, she could not accept that Wan Chukong would become like that.

But as my lover said, that was ten years ago.

Wan Chukong is now twenty-seven years old and he is still alive. He even came back to talk to her about this matter today.

Wanling seemed to realize that she was not young. She didn't understand Wan Chukong's persistence. She maintained her most basic anger in the face of those reporters who were blocking their homes.

But Wan Chukong said to her: "I will solve it."

Wan Ling couldn't help but stab him: "How do you solve it?"

"You know the truth of the matter." Wan Chu Kongxin talked to her calmly, gave her a look of peace of mind, and emphasized again, "I will solve it."

Wan Ling suddenly had nothing to say, which was completely different from ten years ago. She had to admit that she could no longer control her son.

After Wan Chukong left, Wan Ling sat on the sofa for a long time. It was not until the cat ran over and rubbed her feet that she finally bent her straight back.

"I thought this would allow him to see the entertainment industry as soon as possible." Under the orange-red light of the desk lamp, the fine lines on the woman's face were clearly visible. She held the water cup into her hand, turned her head to look at her lover, and the lover shook her head, "My son has the right to choose freely, you can't force him to choose what he doesn't want to choose."

Wan Ling closed her eyes and said, "Forget it, I can't do anything to him. I'll contact Han Qiu early tomorrow morning. This matter will always end and cannot continue like this. Since these reporters want the truth so much, I will give them the truth."

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"...The video is real, but the other party's move first, I just returned it." Wan Chukong was already very vague about his high school life and tried hard to recall it. However, he remembered many things in college. "Because my mother was afraid of something happening to me, so she would call her phone very frequently... Sometimes I couldn't control my temper and would suffer, and later I developed a habit." Wan Chukong said at the end and buried her head in Qi Ji's chest, "No violence, it was my intention."

Qi Ji was embarrassed by his arch, and his fingers gently wrapped around the man's hair, "Why do you mean it?"

“…I’ll vent.”

Wan Chukong has always been like a child, and after experiencing so many things, he still retains part of his nature. Wan Ling gave him too much airless oppression in the past, and he needs to express his emotions.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Wan Chukong thought he was concerned, and immediately said, "I won't know how to do it in the future."

He raised his head and kissed Qi Ji's mouth. Under the black eyelashes, the dark brown pupils stared at him.

"I will get better." He promised Qi Ji that things that were indifferent before have become so important now.

Qi Ji raised his hand and pointed the light-colored mole on the bridge of his nose, "I don't understand, why do you think I'm afraid of you after hearing these things?"

He felt sorry for it too late.

"I'm afraid to scare you." Wan Chukong pinched his ears and heard Qi Ji say, "Is it because you think you have a problem?"

The man's movements froze and then kissed his forehead as if he was pleased, and he couldn't tell who was the cat.

Qi Ji's eyes were still clear and shiny: "But I remember you told me many times, 'You can touch me', which is obviously a promise."

The first time Wan Chukong took the initiative toward Qi Ji, he pressed Qi Ji's hand on his chest and said, "You can touch me."

He has always been wary of others, and that day he hugged Qi Ji, who was crying because of drunkenness, into his arms.

I allow you to touch me and you can hurt me.
Chapter completed!