No matter how successful Ethan is, he always feels guilty in front of his mother. His sexual orientation is destined to be "childless" as his mother said.

He thought about finding a woman to have a child. After telling his mother about this idea, the little old lady who had not received any higher education said lightly, "The meaning of a child is not to carry on the family line. If you just want to find someone to inherit the incense, don't have it. This is a disaster for the child. You will be punished after death if you commit sins while alive."

Ethan doesn't believe this. If there is reincarnation and rebirth as his mother said, the sins he has committed along the way are enough to be irreparable...

There is no bright and upright on the road to success, but just want to be worthy of oneself.

"Go, make some food for us, and let this child come to stay with me." Chen's mother said to Ethan.

Ethan smiled and agreed, pushing Ryan, "Go."

Ryan loves to laugh, looks beautiful, speaks softly, and sits next to Chen's mother obediently, making the other three old ladies envious.

"Who is this relative of yours?"

Mother Chen looked at Ryan, who smiled flatteringly. Mother Chen touched his tender little face, "My little son."

The three laughed, "You are full of nonsense. Your old man has been dead for many years. Where did you get your little son?!"

"What's the matter!" Mother Chen raised her eyes, "Mi Yue can get pregnant and give birth to a child with an old man in her dream, why can't I? I said he is my son and he is."

People become smart when they get old. Ethan is famous, and his sexual orientation is no longer a secret. Do you want him to admit that this child is Ethan's "wife"? After a few complaints, the three stopped asking and concentrated on playing cards.

"Son, light a cigarette for mom." Mother Chen enjoyed the fun of being a mother. Ethan was old and mature when he was young. He lost his soft and cute appearance after weaning. Now that she has a child like Ryan to accompany her, she must enjoy it.

Ryan took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He lit it and took a puff. The spicy taste rushed into his mouth, choking him to cough violently. The old lady's cigarette was even stronger than Ethan's.

"Hey, your cigarette is too strong. Look how the child choked."

Mother Chen patted Ryan on the back, "You don't smoke?"

Ryan covered his mouth and nodded, looking at her with tears in his eyes.

"Go, go play in the woods. I smell a lot of cigarettes here." It's not easy to meet a boy who doesn't smoke these days. Don't let him get suffocated.

Ryan ran out coughing and found Ethan following the smell.

Ethan hugged Ryan who rushed into his arms, flipped the dishes in the wok with one hand, and slightly turned sideways for fear of burning him, "What's wrong?"

"Lighting a cigarette, choking."

Ethan was helpless. The old lady really poisoned one after another. He learned to smoke because he helped her light a cigarette when he was a child, and now he asked Ryan to help her light it.

Turn off the fire, use a cup to get a glass of pure water for him, carry him to the small bar, "Sit here honestly, don't come down."

Ryan nodded while holding the cup, stretched his neck to look at the food in the pot, the crystal clear white pot-baked meat was very tempting in color and taste, Ryan licked his lips, "I want to eat it too."

Ethan lowered his head and nibbled his neck, "No, you're too full and it's delaying my work."

"What's the matter?" Ryan muttered softly.

Ethan stared at the neck that was slowly turning pink in front of him, leaned over and took another bite, "Bad boy who asks questions knowingly."

After being a monk for a month, he can finally see meat tonight.

Ethan quickly cooked a few Northeast dishes, asked a few old ladies upstairs to come down to eat, and he took the little guy upstairs to "eat."

"Do you dare to run again?" Ethan hit him hard twice.

The snow-white skin was red, Ryan kicked his legs in pain, crying and saying words of promise, "I won't run away, never again."

Ethan's slap was really hard, Ryan was sweating in pain, and his voice was hoarse from crying.

Until the skin was swollen, Ethan stopped slapping, and his big hand clasped Ryan's legs and gradually applied force.

"Uncle, wuwu." Ryan was pressed on the neck, and he didn't know what was happening behind him, but he felt that Ethan was particularly scary at this time.

"No one I, Ethan, have dared to run away. You are the first one. If you do it again, you will lose your legs."

As soon as Ethan finished this sentence, Ryan felt a sharp pain in his legs, as if the man could break his thigh in the next second.

"Ah wuwu, my legs are going to be broken, my legs are going to be broken!" Ryan cried loudly, saying incoherent words, which was really scary.

Ethan loosened his grip, stripped off his wet clothes in a few strokes, picked up Ryan like a doll, let him sit on his legs, put his arms around his waist, held his chin, looked at his wet little face, and raised the corners of his mouth, "The warm-up is over, now we officially start."

… …

Ryan kept twitching in his sleep, and Ethan wiped the tears on his face again and again, but it still couldn't stop. Ethan covered his hand with ointment and gently rubbed his red and swollen buttocks. Every movement was exchanged for the little guy's aggrieved whimper.

"Squeamish." Ethan frowned, but his hands moved more gently.

Ryan ran away. Ethan had been angry in his heart. He vented it last night. He did it to his heart's content, but it was hard for the originally delicate little guy. There were scars on his fair skin, as if he had been tortured inhumanely.

(Ryan: It's not "like", it's just that he has endured inhuman torture, bad guy T^T)

After filling out the form, Ryan finally slept more peacefully. Ethan got up, took a shower, and went downstairs to prepare some nourishing soup for him.

As soon as he reached the first floor, he smelled a strong fragrance. Ethan walked into the kitchen and saw his mother.

"Little old lady, why are you up so early?" Ethan borrowed the soup spoon from his mother and stirred the ingredients in the casserole.

Mother Chen rolled her eyes at him, "Make soup. If you don't nourish the child, he will die in your hands sooner or later."

Ethan touched his nose, "Last night was a pure accident." The anger and fire that had been suppressed for a month, once vented, it was like a storm.