Song Chen felt that Zhao Jindong had drunk too much and should not remember that he had said this to him in the car.

Zhao Jindong rinsed his mouth, threw the toothbrush into the cup, and walked towards him directly. Song Chen smiled and ran back. When he was about to run to the edge of the bed, he screamed in surprise, and Zhao Jindong hugged him from behind and threw him directly onto the bed.

As soon as the man landed on the bed, Zhao Jindong pressed him from behind. He was a little breathless when he was pressed. Zhao Jindong took his chin and kissed him.

It was a bit intense. He lay there and the carp was fighting, but he couldn't beat him.

Fortunately, the knock on the door outside saved him. Zhao Jindong didn't say anything, suppressed him and continued to kiss him. Someone outside called out: "Xiao Chen?"

Zhao Jindong then stood up and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Near East, that, my wife asked me to call you, saying it's time to have supper."

Song Chen lay on the bed and laughed while gasping, and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Today's supper was very light, but Song Chen's portion was very nutritious and was a ginseng soup that nourishes the body. Song Chen didn't know why his mother suddenly made this for herself.

"Why is it my share?" he asked.

Zhao Yungang said: "What?"

"Ginseng chicken soup." Song Chen said.

"I have been smelling the fragrance for a long time," Zhao Yungang said: "Give me some, I'll try it too."

"What do you want to do?" Mrs. Zhao stopped him: "Don't drink it."

After she said that, she looked at Zhao Yungang. Zhao Yungang looked at her, understood what she meant, and smiled and said, "Do you use this chicken soup as medicine?"

"You'll eat lighter recently," said Mrs. Zhao.

Song Chen laughed when he heard this, and he also understood what Mrs. Zhao meant.

Mrs. Zhao is now pregnant, and she can't have sex with Zhao Yungang. I guess she is afraid that if Zhao Yungang gets too much, she will go outside to have sex, or be dishonest when sleeping with her.

He turned his head and looked at Zhao Jindong sitting beside him: "Why don't you do some?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Jindong asked him with a smile or not.

Song Chen laughed and lowered his head to drink the soup.

Zhao Jindong touched him with his knee, and Song Chen whispered: "Oh, you don't have to drink."

Mrs. Zhao thought it was so good that they were like this now, and they were so affectionate.

It is not easy for Zhao Jindong. He has suffered a lot of hardships, and it is not easy for Song Chen. It is also great to comfort each other like this.

Song Chen drank so much by himself, but he couldn't finish it.

He didn't understand why Wang Ma felt that he needed to replenish his body. He felt that his body was very strong and his desire was... strong enough.

Zhao Jindong is a very responsible person. This afternoon, due to personal reasons, he slept for an afternoon and saved a lot of work in the evening. He asked his assistant to send it to him home. Because of the large workload and a lot of information, he planned to go to the study to work. But when he opened the door of the study, he saw a lot of boxes piled up in the study.

He looks familiar with these boxes. He sees that Song Chen's name is written on it outside, which should be some old things from Song Chen before.

Song Chen also came in behind and quickly moved all his boxes to the corner: "I'll find something from the past."

Zhao Jindong said: "Have you found it?"

"Finished." Song Chen said, and took the two diaries and said, "You are busy with yours, I'll go to the bedroom."

Zhao Jindong looked at the diary in his hand and said nothing else.

Song Chen quickly came out with his diary.

When he arrived at the bedroom, he sat down at the head of the bed and continued to read his diary that had been interrupted during the day. He turned to the day of December 12th.

The diary of this day is the longest.

“On December 12th, the weather was cloudy.

It was cloudy again, just like the day my dad passed away. I remember that it seemed that most of the time, and the weather was not good every year."

No wonder the diary of this day was so long, it turned out to be Song Zhiyuan's death day.

Song Chen turned the bedside lamp brighter, sat cross-legged on the bed, and looked down quietly. The more he looked, the more frightened he became. It turned out that Song Zhiyuan had passed away only two years ago, and on the same day, Yu Hua also committed suicide.

"I don't hate her either," Song Chen wrote in his diary, as if he was chatting with others. "I even think she still loves me. Although she abandoned me, she lived a very painful life. I saw it all. It would be better for her to die. For her, dying is a relief. The weight of her son in her heart is not as good as her husband. She lives for my father. When my father dies, she witheres. She also loves me because she chose my father's death day. In this way, I will lose one sad day in the year, and they will all be sad on the same day. Otherwise, she will have two death days a day, my father will have to celebrate her death day a year."

"Today I went to their cemetery and saw my godfather again. He squatted there for most of the day, but he didn't say a word. I don't know if it was out of longing or guilt. I've been too many years ago. I was still young at that time and didn't know anything. My godfather loved me. I knew that it was enough. He gave me a lot of money, and I couldn't spend the money he gave me."

"But I was unhappy when I came back. Because I actually met Zhou Yunyun and came to find Zhao Jindong, I was really annoyed by Zhao Jindong. Even though I knew that I hated Zhou Yunyun the most, I still had contact with her. The only brothers in the family were the most annoying, and I wanted to kill him. The big brother said that he was only able to get his godfather drunk by Zheng Hong's woman, fucking him."

"I feel that I'm sick. I don't know why, but I really want to kill people. It's okay not to kill people. I have to fight or beat people. A new and interesting store in the East District can be opened. The store can spend money to beat people. I beat someone inside with blood all over my face. Finally, I knelt down and begged me, and I don't want the money. It's so good."

"When can I beat Zhao Jindong like this? No, my godfather will probably have an objection. No matter what, he will be his own son."

"The biological father and son are still different. The godfather asked them to learn to do business, so he didn't teach me how to do it. I don't know if my godfather loved me too much, was reluctant to endure my hardship, or wanted to deliberately raise me. Today I saw a novel that deliberately raised people, damn it, this kind of person."

"It's so annoying, a headache."

The tone of the diary is shady, some of the words are even irregular, and their thinking is a bit jumping, but it is very real. Song Chen was a little frightened to see it.

The next page is full of meaningless graffiti, messy circles and forks, and finally an extremely simple outline. Two adults are holding a villain and the drawing is very clumsy.

Song Chen closed his diary and remained silent for a while with his eyes closed.

"Deliberately raising and trashing", would Zhao Yungang deliberately raising and trashing Song Chen? Why did Song Chen think so?

His mind suddenly lit up. Could this be what Zheng Hong said about Zhao Yungang?

He also thought it was very unrestrained. Even the original Song Chen saw Zhao Yungang's feelings for the Song couple, not to mention that he was so good to Song Chen. This kind of goodness was obviously not pretending. It should be just a random thought.

He slowed down for a while and continued to read, and the next diary became very short again, and there was no explosive point, just ordinary diaries, where he went, what he did, and what he felt. Based on the date, these were all diaries from Song Chen during his middle and high school years.

After reading this book, he opened another book.

I read it all over again and only half of the diary was written, and the second half was blank, with no word.

He turned forward from behind, wanting to see what Song Chen's last diary was.

As a result, he opened it and told him to throw his diary on the bed in fear.

He actually drew a bleeding skull with a red pen and a black pen.

I, Cao.

Very perverted.

Song Chen's heartbeat was so fierce that he looked forward and found that all of them were similar pictures, one more scary than the other.

Is there a psychological problem with this "Song Chen"...?

"What are you looking at?"

Song Chen suddenly raised his head and saw that Zhao Jindong had arrived at the bedroom at some point.

He quickly closed his diary and said, "Look back on the past... and look at the diary I wrote before."

Zhao Jindong said: "You used to write a diary?"

Song Chen said: "Have you not written it?"

Zhao Jindong said: "Apart from the teacher's request at the time of school, I have never written anything else."

Song Chen felt a little panicked and asked, "Are you finished your work?"

Zhao Jindong nodded and said, "I'll go take a shower first."

Song Chen didn't know why, but he felt a little scared, but it was a very strange feeling. He put the diary in the drawer, finally took it out, and put it back in the box in the study.

The Song Chen he wrote in "Divorce" was so arrogant and arrogant because he was arrogant and playful. But in fact, Song Chen might have become that way because of psychological problems.

It’s a pity that everyone may think that he was spoiled and didn’t care. Perhaps Song Chen was born to be good at disguising, so no one else noticed his increasingly deformed mentality.

If someone discovers it earlier, if he can meet someone who can communicate with you with joy, if he can meet someone he loves earlier...

He is not sure whether Song Chen really likes Zhao Jindong now.

Maybe he just enjoys torture Zhao Jindong. Just like he tortures those animals, killing and destroying things, he always excites him.

Song Chen raised his head, took a deep breath, and noticed the subtle changes in his heart.

He was a little ashamed and a little afraid, so he ran back to the bedroom, sat alone beside the bed for a while, then he took off his clothes and went to the bathroom.

Zhao Jindong had just finished taking a shower. He took a diligent bath every day, so he took a quick shower. He was wiping his lower body with a towel there, and Song Chen pushed the door and came in.

Zhao Jindong looked up at him, his eyes shining brightly.

Song Chen said: "I'm here to take a shower, not to slut."

Zhao Jindong smiled and stood naked in front of him. Song Chen secretly glanced at him and saw that Zhao Jindong had reacted.

This is too fast, it’s not him who drinks the soup.

The strange emotions just now ran away instantly. He walked over and turned on the shower, saying, "If you let me go, it will splash on you."

"You just want to get me wet," said Zhao Jindong.

"You won't get wet when you go out," said Song Chen.

Zhao Jindong didn't go out and just put a towel outside, but the person came in and closed the bathroom door.

The bathroom was not small, but the two big men stood a little crowded, especially Zhao Jindong 191, which was so tall.

Do you need to take a bath?

Song Chen pursed his lips, turned his back, and took the scoop to pour hot water on himself. His white back and buttocks pierced Zhao Jindong's eyes and soul.
Chapter completed!