Chapter 88 Don't you hate me?
The consequence of these words was that the father's slap landed squarely on Su Yueming's face.
He turned his head away and pressed his tongue against his burning cheek.
"Rebellious son!"
Su's father's eyes were filled with anger, and his chest heaved violently.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."
After saying that, Su Yueming turned and left the study, and the sound of a cup shattering came from the sound of the door closing.
Stepmother He Wanrou was standing outside the door. When she saw Su Yueming come out, she quickly said, "How could you talk to your father like that?"
"Shut up," Su Yueming said coldly. "You have no right to talk to me like that."
He Wanrou's face turned pale instantly.
She did indeed do something dishonorable back then, interfering in the relationship between Su Yueming's parents.
But everyone has to look out for themselves.
He Wanrou thought bitterly, if she could have another son, how could Su Yueming possibly have a say here!
Su Yueming walked past her and strode down the stairs.
Pushing open the door of the old house, Su Yueming took a deep breath, inhaling the cold air into his lungs.
This is no longer his home; he can no longer feel any peace or happiness here.
Su Yueming got into the car and sped off.
He sped along the asphalt road, the surrounding scenery rushing past.
The Chinese New Year is just around the corner.
This will be his first year with Wang Yan.
From the moment Wang Yan said he missed Su Yueming to the moment he returned, only half an hour had passed.
Although Wang Yan kept his eyes glued to the television, he was actually keeping track of the time, trying to see when Su Yueming would return.
When Su Yueming pushed open the villa door, Wang Yan used a great deal of strength to restrain himself from jumping up.
Doesn't this prove that Su Yueming also cares about him?
Why did you suddenly come back?
Wang Yan stood up, suppressing his excitement, and asked in a calm manner.
Su Yueming took off his nylon coat and walked straight toward Wang Yan.
"Aren't you happy that I'm back?"
Su Yueming reached out and pinched Wang Yan's chin, gently shaking it with a lewd undertone.
Wang Yan looked up at Su Yueming and said frankly, "Of course I'm happy."
Su Yueming snorted coldly, quite arrogant.
His gaze swept over Wang Yan from head to toe, his voice trailing off: "Want to take a shower first?"
Wang Yan instantly understood the meaning behind his words and nodded, his ears turning red.
Seeing him like this, Su Yueming's desire to bully him grew even stronger.
So he deliberately reached out and patted Wang Yan's buttocks, his breath tickling Wang Yan's ear: "Remember to wash it clean."
Wang Yan fled in disarray.
He simply couldn't stand it; he had never experienced such intense and direct expression or behavior from childhood to adulthood.
Therefore, he is a rather reserved person, and the only thing he did that was to imprison Su Yueming.
Su Yueming only looked away after Wang Yan's figure had completely disappeared.
The phone in my pocket started vibrating incessantly.
The screen showed a call from his agent, so Su Yueming had no choice but to answer: "Hello, Sister Hou."
"Is it convenient for you to come to the company now?" Sister Hou said succinctly on the other end of the phone: "The lyrics and melody still need to be adjusted."
Su Yueming gently rubbed his thumb against his index finger, then looked up in the direction of Wang Yan: "There's no time right now, but if it's urgent, we can make a voice call."
"Alright then," Sister Hou agreed. "I'll tell you what needs to be changed."
"Um."
After hanging up the phone, Su Yueming walked towards his study.
The study was filled with cassette tapes and books. Su Yueming turned on the computer and answered a voice call.
Wang Yan had already finished showering, but Su Yueming never showed up.
His sensitive heart made him anxious. Was Su Yueming just trying to play with him?
But that's not right either; he clearly saw the desire in Su Yueming's eyes at that moment.
Wang Yan pursed his lips, mustered his courage, and reached out to grasp the doorknob.
He had no other intentions; he just wanted to let Su Yueming know that he had finished showering.
She opened the bedroom door and went out; Su Yueming was no longer in the living room downstairs.
Wang Yan didn't hear the car drive away, so Su Yueming should still be at home.
Wang Yan focused his gaze on the study.
Through the slightly ajar gap, Wang Yan could see light seeping out.
What is Su Yueming doing inside?
He pushed the door open almost instinctively, and by the time he realized how foolish his action was, he was already face to face with Su Yueming.
It has to be said that men who take their work seriously are truly charming.
Bright lights, like a hazy mist, gently bathed Su Yueming, carrying a chilling aura that kept people at a distance.
It makes you irresistibly want to tear through his indifference, to watch him ignite your desire.
Su Yueming was not surprised at all by Wang Yan's arrival, and even patted his thigh at him.
Wang Yan had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over.
"You're busy with work? I'll head out first."
Wang Yan stood beside Su Yueming and spoke to him silently.
Su Yueming, however, refused to comply. He stretched out his long arm, wrapped it around Wang Yan's waist, and easily pressed him down onto his lap.
"you……."
Wang Yan had just uttered a word when Su Yueming's kiss pressed down on him, silencing him.
Because they were so close, Wang Yan clearly heard what Sister Hou said: "The melody needs to be more cheerful, it's not catchy enough. Nowadays, people prefer mindless pop songs..."
Wang Yan felt a chill run down his spine, and his fingers unconsciously gripped Su Yueming's chest.
"Hey, did you hear what I said?"
When Sister Hou saw that Su Yueming was not speaking for a long time, she thought it was because of a bad signal.
“I heard you.”
Su Yueming finally pulled away from Wang Yan's lips, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Wang Yan was almost panicking, but Su Yueming held him tightly around the waist, not allowing him to struggle at all.
"Is there anything else?" Su Yueming couldn't take it anymore. "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up. I have other things to do."
The delicious little cake was right in front of me, but I couldn't eat it right away.
God knows how much pain Su Yueming was in.
"Hang up."
Hou Jie had just finished saying that.
Su Yueming cut off the voice message, leaned down, and continued.
Wang Yan reached out and covered his lips, his heavy breath spraying onto his palm.
It was almost scalding Wang Yan.
Didn't you say you hated me?
Wang Yan didn't want to torture himself any longer, so he asked a question.
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