Hope You've Been Well [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 50 Serving the confinement.

    The door was open, the Tesla in front of the door was unlocked, and the trunk opened a crack. Zhuang Fanxin entered the house and walked to the front of the building, and heard the sound of slippers stepping on the floor.

    He went upstairs quietly, in case he changed his clothes first, and even if he didn't change, he still had to put away the little underpants that were not dried. When everything was ready, he made tea or cut fruits by himself, and asked Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu to sit down together and listen to what he had to say.

    Zhuang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, saying that he and Gu Zhuoyan were in a relationship, and in essence he was coming out of the closet, so he was inevitably a little nervous.

    Halfway up the stairs, the movement on the second floor was from far to near, Zhao Jianqiu turned out with his skirt on, and was startled when he saw him: "Why are you silent, you just came back?"

    Zhuang Fanxin leaned against the wall and raised his face, quietly "Hmm".

    Zhao Jianqiu asked: "I called you so much yesterday, why didn't you answer?"

    "Uh," Zhuang Fan hesitated, "I drank too much at Grandpa Xue's house.

    " Come back at dawn?"

    Zhuang Fan didn't dare to answer, he didn't return at night, in his impression, this is not an aboveboard word, it seems to imply a secret carelessness, shameful, and he can't say what he did during the night when he didn't return.

    Zhao Jianqiu scolded him softly, the distance between the two families was less than 100 meters, and he could climb back, but he was bothering others at home during the holidays, can we be trusted.

    Zhuang Fan lowered his eyebrows and nodded sympathetically, thinking to himself, how could he have the strength to crawl back, and asked Gu Zhuoyan to hold his waist and shoulder his legs, playing like a boneless thing all afternoon, he didn't know how dark it was , I only know that there are black hairs in front of my eyes.

    Fortunately, Zhao Jianqiu didn't say much, he seemed to be tidying up the room, went downstairs, brought the U-shaped pillow from the sofa, passed by Zhuang Fanxin thinking his son was in the way, and slapped his butt.

    "—Ah!" Zhuang Fan couldn't hold back.

    "What are you calling?" Zhao Jianqiu asked strangely, "As for it? Why are you still crying?"

    At that moment, the swelling and pain swept through the whole body, and the scalp became numb. As strong as yesterday's pleasure, the pain at this moment was so awesome. Zhuang Fanxin wiped away the burst of tears, bit his lower lip and forced it, his buttocks stretched as tight as a compressed biscuit.

    He leaned against the wall for a long time, and then raised his legs to fight. The weak willows of Fufeng were not as delicate as him. When he climbed to the second floor, the living room was a little messy, and Zhao Jianqiu was going in and out to find things.

    "Fan Xin is back?" Zhuang Xianyang called him.

    Walking outside the bedroom, Zhuang Fan saw that there were suitcases spread out on the floor. Zhuang Xianyang squatted in front of the suitcase and folded his clothes. The U-shaped pillow just now was also placed inside.

    "Dad, are you going on a business trip?" he asked.

    Zhuang Xianyang replied, "Fly to Los Angeles."

    Zhuang Fan didn't know what to do, so he said, "What's wrong?"

    Zhuang Xianyang said, "Your grandfather is ill." When there