"How are you doing recently?" Chen Zian asked him, "Mr. Lin asked you to return to China?"

Chen Xing didn't want to communicate his privacy with Chen Zian, and nodded vaguely.

The Chen family owed the debt to Lin Xiucheng, and Lin Xiu Chengnian wrote off the debt for Chen Zian's birth of Chen Xing. Another project of the Chen family in Beijing paid off, and the family improved.

Thinking that Chen Xing exchanged his body for the hope of the Chen family, Chen Zian felt a little guilty: "If you need anything, just talk to Dad. As long as Dad can do it, I can give it to you."

After speaking, he took off the watch on his wrist and stuffed it into Chen Xing's hand: "You can sell this watch, or bring it yourself."

Chen Xing looked at him coldly, holding an old watch loosely in his hand.

"Who is my mother?" he asked, all he wanted to know was one question.

Chen Xing was probably the only one who didn't know the truth. Chen Zian was stagnant, and just about to answer, he saw Lin Xiucheng walking towards them behind Chen Xing.

Lin Xiucheng didn't notice him at all, walked over to Chen Xing, leaned down, kissed his face, took him up, and asked him, "Do you want something to eat?"

"I met a fool and couldn't eat." Chen Xing said.

Chen Zian's face changed: "Chen Xing..."

Lin Xiucheng only saw Chen Zian, and he was impatient. Every time Chen Xing met Chen Zian, he had to be depressed for a few days.

He politely shook hands with Chen Zian: "Mr. Chen, it's a coincidence."

Chen Xing opened his hand and showed Lin Xiucheng the watch that Chen Zian gave him: "It was given to me by an idiot."

Lin Xiu took it over, looked at it, couldn't help laughing, and returned the watch to Chen Zian: "Thank you, Mr. Chen, for your kindness, I won't let Chen Xingxing lack these things."

After he finished speaking, he led Chen Xing away.

Walking on the road, he told Chen Xing, "Baby, it's enough for you to have me."

Chen Xing nodded and said seriously, "Well."

Chen Xing had to go back to the United States for the rest of the semester after the Christmas holiday, and he also had to apply for a university. This time, Lin Xiucheng didn't let him go alone and accompanied him to San Francisco.

Gu Qing asked Chen Xing to have dinner together in the evening, saw Lin Xiucheng standing beside him, stunned for a long time, and said, "I thought you two would die of old age and not communicate with each other."

He asked Chen Xing again, "What are you doing in Morocco?"

Chen Xing shrugged: "Transfer to London."

Lin Xiucheng smiled and led Chen Xing inside.

During the banquet, Gu Qing saw that something was wrong with them, and he couldn't believe his eyes. He wiggled his mouth to ask, but Lin Xiucheng peeled a bowl full of shrimp, and then exchanged bowls with Chen Xing. Chen Xing leaned over and kissed. Lin Xiucheng glanced at the corner of his mouth and said, "Thank you, Dad."

Gu Qing didn't ask anymore, put down his chopsticks and shook his head, indicating that he couldn't watch it any longer.

Chen Xing applied for four universities near London and applied for Oxford, of course, did not tell Lin Xiucheng, mainly because he was afraid that he would laugh at him.

There was another school that didn’t know what to choose. happened to see Manchester United and Real Madrid playing football on the TV, so applied to Manchester University.

In March, he received the only admission notice, and all the others were rejection letters. The school that admitted him was the University of Manchester.

Lin Xiucheng asked about Chen Xing University, but Chen Xing didn't say anything. He was afraid that if he told Lin Xiucheng now, he would break his leg and put him in a wheelchair to tie him home. In fact, Manchester City is not that far away, the boat is done, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and you have to learn to accept life, right?

In June, Chen Xing graduated, and Lin Xiucheng came to attend his graduation ceremony. It was rare for Chen Xing to wear a suit and sit under the stage.

When he returned home at night, Chen Xing checked the luggage he had packed a few days ago. Lin Xiucheng stood at the entrance and looked at him with his arms folded.

"Manchester? Not bad," he said, complimenting Chen Xing, "I thought that based on your grades, I missed university, and only Dad paid money to build one for you."

Chen Xing only felt guilty for a second, then said confidently: "It's only two and a half hours from London by train."

"It's much closer than America."

"Didn't you ask me to come to America?" Chen Xing asked him, "What are you doing so yin and yang?"

"It's not impossible if you want to go." Lin Xiucheng came over, put his hand on Chen Xing's neck, and slowly slid.

Chen Xing made a long voice, grabbed Lin Xiucheng's hand, and didn't touch him: "It's not just a matter of words what Master Xiu wants me to do."

Lin Xiucheng looked at Chen Xing's meticulous formal attire from head to toe and instructed him: "Do you want me to tell you to take off your clothes?"

Chen Xing obediently took off his suit, and just unbuttoned two shirts, Lin Xiucheng changed his mind: "Keep the shirt."

Soon, only a white shirt was left on his body, and Lin Xiucheng pressed his shoulder: "Kneel down."

Chen Xing knelt between Lin Xiucheng's legs, without Lin Xiucheng's teaching, he took the initiative to help him untie the belt, pull down his pants, and lick his genitals.

Lin Xiucheng was quickly licked hard by Chen Xing, and looked down at his adopted son who was serving him.

On Chen Xing's ankles, he still had the shackles that Lin Xiucheng handcuffed for him, a cold metal ring. He took off the chain, but he didn't ask Lin Xiucheng for the key, and was very keen to leave everything. What Cheng gave him created the illusion that he was really Lin Xiucheng's appendage, which fascinated Lin Xiucheng.

Chen Xing sucked hard, the soft flesh in his mouth tightly wrapped Lin Xiucheng, Lin Xiucheng couldn't help but grabbed his hair and moved him away: "Let's lie down on the dining table."

The table top in Chen Xing's house was made of a single piece of white marble. Chen Xing was lying on the table. He and Lin Xiucheng hadn't seen each other for a while. After a long time, the traces on his body disappeared, and his fair skin and flesh almost merged with the table top. .

He felt that the stone was too cold, so he pushed it away a bit, and was pressed by Lin Xiucheng again. His elbow collided with the stone face, and it hurt a little. He turned to look at Lin Xiucheng: "Dad is so rude."