I Am Your Uncle

　　Having sex with a beautiful person will give Wang Jin a greater sense of pleasure, but his private life is not chaotic, he will always have a fixed beautiful bed partner in a period of time, before the burnout period comes, he will not be out hunting for sex.

　　He had been with his last bed partner for more than three months and separated two weeks ago because the other party had met his true fate and he sent his blessing and sincerely hoped that the other party would have a good life.

　　When he brought Yan Rong home, he did have the intention to develop a stable relationship with this beautiful boy, as long as the boy himself did not object.

　　Although Yan Rong’s reaction was a bit jerky last night, he was proactive and open-minded. According to Wang Jin’s experience, a young man who has just been emotionally injured usually does not refuse to enjoy a short-term, unfettered relationship until he is healed.

　　However, the premise of all this inference was - adults with full capacity for responsibility.

　　And Yan Rong was away from this limit, just "Six days ago."

　　The mixed-race children usually develop better than ordinary Asians.Without reading Yan Rong's certificate, no one will suspect that he is a college student. Moreover, it was Yan Rong who took the initiative to give in and hugged him last night. In fact, Wang Jin was not entirely responsible for this matter.

　　But Wang Jin was a thirty-year-old veteran in love, the other party was a child and was fucked by him, crying tearfully. No matter how he explain it, no one will stand on Wangjin's side.

　　Wang Jin sighed longingly in the mirror, "What a sin".

　　He came out of the bathroom, and the boy squatted naked on the floor, picking up the crumpled T-shirt.

　　The two looked at each other, Yan Rong quickly lowered his head and shrank in some trepidation.

　　Wang Jin, who was treated as a beast, said awkwardly, "I'll help you get a clean shirt ...... How about you take a shower first?"

　　Yan Rong squatted there without moving.

　　Wang Jin awkwardly went out, closed the door of the room, and deliberately aggravated his footsteps da-da-da away.

　　Yan Rong raised his head and listened, then stood up slowly, trying to lock the door of the room.He thought, this is someone else's house, and the door is only to prevent bad people.

　　 "Pulled a stranger on the road and came back to do this kind of thing. Would it be a good person?"

　　Wang Jin called the hospital for half a day off, and then to the third floor of his brother's room closet to find clothes, he is 188cm tall, Yan Rong looks up to 175cm, wearing his clothes is certainly not. His brother is 182cm tall, it's okay to wear.

　　The villa he lives in now belongs to his dad. The old man hates the air of Beijing and took his mom back to his home in the Northeast a few years ago. He has an older brother and a younger brother, who originally lived here. The older brother moved out after he got married. After working, the younger brother moved out because he thought it was far away from the company.

　　He was the only one who lived in this three-storey villa of more than 1,000 square meters. He could hear his own echo even when he made a phone call in the living room downstairs at night.

　　In the room of Yan Rong quickly showered, the sticky feeling on the skin is finally much better, but the body discomfort can not be washed away.

　　He vaguely remembered some of the details of last night, how happy it was then, how embarrassing it is now.

　　Wang Jin took the clothes over, and when he was about to reach the door of his room, he intensified his steps, coughing deliberately, and then knocked on the door.

　　The door slowly opened, Yan Rong hid behind the door, revealing only a beautiful face, red eyes, hair still dripping water down.

　　Wang Jin handed the clothes up and said, "New, the tag is still on, it's a little big, you can make do with it."

　　Yan Rong hesitantly took it over.

　　Wang Jin smiled at him, turned around and walked away.

　　This shirt was a bit long, so Yan Rong put it in his jeans, rolled his sleeves a few times, then put on his coat and touched his pockets. Only the credit card and student ID, the coin purse and mobile phone were gone.

　　He didn't doubt that man. Looking at the furniture, bathroom and decoration in this house, the other party didn't even take his dozens of dollars and a mobile phone that had been used for half a year. Most likely, he accidentally lost it after getting drunk yesterday.

　　The International School was closed for Christmas, but he didn't go home and lost his mobile phone.

　　He thought with a little indifference that his family would be anxious if they couldn't find him.

　　He came downstairs fully dressed, and the man sitting on the couch in the living room put down his phone and asked, "Hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

　　The man's attitude was gentle, unlike his original lewd appearance. This change in attitude occurred after reading his documents.

　　Yan Rong was actually a bit awkward in his heart. He was still worried about having sex with strangers, but he didn't like being treated like a child.

　　So he tried to make his expression look like an adult who doesn't care about one-night stands, and said straightforwardly, "I'm not hungry, I'm going home."

　　Wang Jin naturally could see that, and did not poke holes, his face unchanged and said, "Where is home? I'll drive you."

　　Yan Rong refused, "No, I will go back by myself."

　　Wang Jin said, "You have no cash or mobile phone, how can you go back?"

　　Yan Rong said, "You don't have to worry about it."

　　He strained his neck and walked outside.

　　Wang Jin saw the two small legs trembling slightly, thinking that he might not even be able to get out of the gate of the community.

　　Just as Wang Jin thought, Yan Rong couldn't walk after walking for less than a hundred meters. His back was hot and painful, his legs were weak, his waist was so sore that he could hardly straighten up. He had to bend down and prop his knees, feeling dizzy and wishing to faint immediately.

　　A red car slowly stopped next to him, the window was lowered, and Wang Jin in the driver's seat looked at him.

　　 Yan Rong looked pale, gasped for a look at him, and lowered his head again.

　　 Wang Jin didn't say a word, just waiting there.

　　 Yan Rong felt that he was really embarrassed. The ugly state between the bedspreads, the ugly appearance of breaking down and crying, had all been seen by this person, and he did not want to be ashamed in front of this person at all.

　　 But he really couldn't walk anymore.

　　Half a minute later, he straightened up, opened the passenger door and sat in.

　　Wang Jin actually wanted to laugh, but looking at him with red eyes and was about to

cry again, he had to hold back and asked, "Where to go?"

　　Yan Rong's voice was a bit dumber than before, and said the name of a neighborhood, a European-style high-end neighborhood that opened last year.

　　Wang Jin nodded and said, "I know where it is, I have a friend who lives there too, I went there when he just moved."

　　Yan Rong did not say a word, he only felt sad and angry now.

　　The car drove out for a while, Wang Jin estimated that his mood had calmed down a bit, then asked, "From your accent, you haven't been in China long?"

　　Yan Rong lowered his head, but did not ignore people again and said, "Five months."

　　"Your Chinese is not bad," Wang Jin pointed to the storage drawer in front of the passenger side and said, "There are chocolates and juice inside, get it yourself."

　　That Chinese is pretty good," Wang Jin pointed to the storage drawer in front of the co-driver, and said, "There are chocolates and juices in it. Open it yourself.

　　Yan Rong said, "No."

　　Wang Jin stopped mentioning about it and said, "Did you come with your parents? Which one of them is Chinese?"

　　After a while, Yan Rong said very slowly: "My mother is Chinese."

　　Wang Jin sensed something.

　　Yan Rong continued, "They both died, in a plane crash."

　　Wang Jin was stunned.

　　Yan Rong didn't want to be sympathized by him, and pretended not to care, "I was adopted, my, my adoptive father, he was very good to me."

　　Wang Jin's hands which holding the steering wheel were sweating.

　　Swedish, adopted, living in the same community.

　　It couldn't be that coincidental, could it?

　　He looked at Yan Rong and asked, "Liang Xi is your father?"

　　Yan Rong was also stunned, "You know him?"

　　More than that?

　　Liang Xi is Wang Jin’s childhood friend. He is two years younger than him. When the two of them wore open pants, they played in the mud together. Even when they grew up, they were busy at work and had less frequent contact with each other, but the relationship is still very good. Liang Xi is gay, and his partner is a movie king. Both of them became Swedish citizens and obtained a marriage certificate after falling in love.

　　This spring, Liang Xi bragged to his friends that he was going to adopt a baby, but in the summer, he told everyone sadly that the Swedish authorities were too bullshit. The application form clearly said that he was going to adopt a cute little baby, but the welfare agency sent them a teenage boy and wouldn't give him back. The original promise to bring the child to everyone to see also canceled, according to other friends said, Liang Xi directly threw the kid into the international school and let him fend for himself.

　　That kid, is Yan Rong?

　　Yan Rong looked at Wang Jin in disbelief, thought of several possibilities in his head, and asked nervously, "Who...who are you?"

　　Wang Jin looked straight ahead and said, "I am your uncle."

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