His son was at home, of course Chen Yang didn't dare to make too much of it, and after hugging his beloved wife and teasing him for a while, he kissed Fang Qing's white and round earlobe, and then let go of Fang Qing, who was already flushed and soft.

As soon as Fang Qing regained her freedom, she quickly tidied up the clothes that were messed up by Chen Yang, and glanced at the direction of the kitchen door with a little thief's heart, and finally didn't see the figure of her baby son, she breathed a sigh of relief, patted her towering chest twice, and then turned her face, glanced at Chen Yang with disgust, and said with a flushed face: "You too, if Xiaojun sees it, my son won't laugh at me to death?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pushed Chen Yang, "Come on, my lord, you can get out quickly, I can't do anything if you stay here." ”

Chen Yang had a smile on his face, but he just refused to leave, and said with a smile: "Although I can't cook, it's always okay to help you do it, wash the vegetables, and chop the bones, right?" ”

As soon as the words fell, he really rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, first cleaned the fresh vegetables that Fang Qing had just bought twice in the pool next to Fang Qing, and then picked up the kitchen knife that Fang Qing had just put on the cutting board with his hands and feet, and chopped up the fresh ribs with "snatching".

It was the first time Fang Qing saw the old man of the Chen family helping out in the kitchen, for some reason, seeing Chen Yang's slightly unfamiliar movements, she unconsciously felt a warmth in her heart, and her nose was slightly sour, and she forgot to drive out this guy who was getting more and more helping.

Soon, Chen Yang finished chopping the ribs and wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. He turned his head with a smile, and was about to speak, but saw Fang Qing's eyes slightly red and looking at him in a daze.

"Xiaoqing, what's wrong?" Chen Yang asked with concern, and at the same time he was about to touch Fang Qing's face.

Fang Qing came back to her senses at this time, and snorted, "Oops, your hands are dirty." Quickly glanced at his pretty face to the side, and while avoiding Chen Yang's greasy big hand, he quietly rubbed the back of his hand a few times at the corner of his eye.

Then she didn't dare to look at Chen Yang again. Hurry up and stir-fry the vegetables.

Chen Yang didn't leave either. Instead, he kept watching Fang Qing busy, occasionally helping to hand over some side dishes such as tomatoes, green onions, ginger and garlic, or laughing a few words on the side. All in all. Wait until Fang Qing makes the last dish of fish head consommé. He took this pot of fragrant fish head soup and left the kitchen with Fang Qing.

Xiao Fangjun honestly practiced calligraphy in the study, and when he heard Fang Qing tell him to come down for dinner, the little guy finally got out of the sea of suffering. I went downstairs with a depressed face.

Fang Qing didn't get much for lunch, it was a very simple nutritional configuration of three dishes and one soup, two meat and two vegetables.

Chen Yang's taste was relatively heavy, and when the dishes were on the table, he realized that these dishes were either steamed or stewed, which seemed to be completely different from Fang Qing's previous taste, but he knew that Fang Qing's every meal in the past could be described as spicy and unhappy. So he subconsciously asked, "Xiaoqing, I just found out that your dishes are a little lighter?" Can you get used to eating this? ”

Fang Qing pouted and replied casually while serving rice to the father and son: "Do you think I want to, these are the recipes arranged by Teacher Zhang for Xiaojun, Xiaojun is now growing his body, and he must ensure balanced nutrition." ”

Chen Yang sweated, glanced at Fang Qing, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

But Xiao Fangjun complained with a little bitter gourd face: "Mom, can you ask that Aunt Zhang to change the recipe, I eat these dishes every day, I'm tired of you if you don't get tired of it." ”

Fang Qing put a big bowl of rice in front of Xiao Fangjun with a pretty face, and scolded: "Go, you talk a lot!" ”

Xiao Fangjun hurriedly lowered his head and didn't dare to face his mother's anger, but he secretly handed his father a grievance look, as if he was complaining, Dad, you can see, how does my mother usually treat me?

Chen Yang was also very helpless, maybe he could say anything in other aspects, or even reprimand Fang Qing, but only in terms of how to educate his son and take care of his son's daily life, he, as a father, had no say at all.

However, seeing his son's pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but tentatively open his mouth: "Xiaoqing, children, your mouth is a little bit, it's completely unnecessary for you to set up any nutritious recipes like this, I think it's okay to change the taste occasionally."

"No way!"

Fang Qing interrupted Chen Yang's words without hesitation, with a completely non-negotiable expression, obviously, once it comes to the issue of her son, Fang Qing, who has always been lazy and doesn't like to do a lot of things, will immediately become a female beast who protects her calf, as long as she believes that it is good for her son's growth, then it must be strictly implemented, and it doesn't matter if anyone says it.

Seeing Fang Qing's appearance, Chen Yang was also helpless, and originally thought of proposing a proposal at the dinner table, whether to give Xiaojun a holiday in the afternoon, and the family of three went to the beach to play, but he estimated that it was impossible to move Fang Qing, so he simply didn't bother to mention it again.

But Xiao Fangjun has always remembered this, and when he was about to eat, he saw that his father had not moved, so he couldn't help but whisper to his mother: "Mom, just now Dad said that he would take us to the beach to play in the afternoon, do you think it's okay?" ”

"What are you going to do!" Fang Qing refused her son's request without thinking about it, and said with a hesitant face, "Xiaojun, you, don't keep thinking about playing, besides, it's not the weekend today, according to the course, you still have to practice the piano for two hours in the afternoon, how can you have time to go to the beach." ”

Before the summer vacation, Fang Qing gave her son a full schedule, what painting, calligraphy, music, fitness and other projects made Xiao Fangjun even busier than when he was in school, that is, on weekends, she would allow her son to take two days off, and often in the past two days, she would basically take her son to see some of the operas she likes to watch, concerts and other performances with a strong petty bourgeois flavor, so that Xiao Fangjun felt tortured for these holidays, I thought I could relax when I arrived at Huahai's father, but who would have thought that my mother was still the same, and there was no room for accommodation at all.

Xiao Fangjun is out of options. He could only cast a pleading gaze at Chen Yang again.

Seeing his son's pitiful appearance, Chen Yang seemed to remember his sad childhood, shook his head secretly, coughed dryly, and persuaded: "Uh, that, Xiaoqing"

Before Chen Yang could start speaking, Fang Qing directly cut off the thoughts of the father and son, and interrupted with a pretty face: "Chen Yang, don't say it." I know what you're trying to say. Hmph, if you are still a father, you can't think more about our son? He thinks about playing all day long, what else can he do in the future? ”

Chen Yang was also a little angry when he heard this. Snapped put down his chopsticks and said, "Why don't I think about my son?" Isn't it just taking your son to the beach? How big is it? I don't believe that if he doesn't practice for an hour or two, he won't be productive in the future? ”

If it's on anything else. Chen Yang was angry like this. Fang Qing must have softened immediately, but on the issue of her son's education, Fang Qing did not give up an inch of land. Although she knew that Chen Yang was already a little unhappy at this time, she still insisted: "Anyway, if I say no, I can't do it!" ”

Chen Yang couldn't scare Fang Qing when he saw it, he was completely speechless at this moment, he put the bowl aside in a depressed mood, and then got up.

"What are you doing, are you full?" Fang Qing stopped her chopsticks in a daze and asked.

"What else to eat, I'm full of gas, okay, you two eat slowly, I'll go upstairs to see a copy of the text." With that, Chen Yang turned around and left the restaurant.

"Hey"

Fang Qing shouted, but didn't stop Chen Yang, he could only spill his anger on his son with a stunned expression, and scolded: "Xiaojun, what do you see, don't pay attention to your father, hurry up and give me food, do you hear?" As he spoke, he took a large piece of fish head and stuffed it into his son's bowl.

"Oh."

Xiao Fangjun lowered his head and whispered, but he thought with some guilt in his heart, did he kill his father this time? Will Dad not like me anymore?

Of course, Chen Yang didn't have anything important to see, in fact, he turned around and went back to the master bedroom upstairs, and without taking off his pants, he lay on the bed and lit a cigarette and smoked a stuffy cigarette.

He wasn't really angry with Fang Qing, but he still felt that although such an education method was for the good of the child, he had to give the child time to take a breath, right? He really didn't want his tragic experience as a child to repeat it to his son.

If his son is not around, it is nothing if he can't see it, and it is pure to see it, but when he really sees his son's pitiful appearance, he can't bear it anymore. The appearance at the dinner table in front of him was nothing more than trying to force Fang Qing to comply.

But Chen Yang waited left and right, waited for nearly an hour, he was about to fall asleep on the bed, and Fang Qing returned to the master bedroom upstairs.

Fang Qing didn't know when she had already taken a fragrant hot bath, then changed into a satin nightdress, holding a big white towel in her hand, wiping her wet hair, walking to the bed, squatting down and pinching Chen Yang's thigh, giggling and chuckling: "Hehe, are you still angry with me?" ”

"Xiaoqing, I'm not angry with you, but you can tell me yourself, I, Chen Yang, am also the head of this family, I can't see and can't control how you usually want to educate your children, but you have to save some face for me in front of your children, right?" Chen Yang's face was not very good-looking and replied.

"Hehe, I know that you are Secretary Chen, you are the eldest master of the Chen family, the little woman will compensate your old man Chen now, your old man Chen has a lot, don't worry about my little woman, okay?" Fang Qing deliberately pinched her voice and teased Chen Yang, and as she spoke, she stretched out a slender hand and slowly stroked the sensitive part of Chen Yang's legs.

To say that Fang Qing is really defenseless in front of her own man, not only is she dressed coolly and exposed, her tone is charming and delicate, and her movements are also extremely bold and ambiguous, and she pulled Chen Yang's trouser chain open in three or two clicks.

Where could Chen Yang stand her tricks, thinking that he had to talk to her well, so he forcibly suppressed those thoughts that shouldn't appear, at least not for the time being, and stretched out his hand to block Fang Qing's warm little hand that had quietly invaded the base of his thigh, while frowning anxiously and said, "Xiaoqing, don't do this with me, I'm here to tell you something!" ”

"Hehe, sir, do you really want me to serve you?" Fang Qing chuckled, looking at him left and right, and at the same time, instead of stopping, he threw the big towel in his hand on the carpet casually, freed his hand, and even more intensified Chen Yang's belt was also loosened, and then he was extremely arrogant and directly took off Chen Yang's underwear, and then a warm little hand held Chen Yang's somewhere.

"Hey! Ay! You" Chen Yang's lower body was cold, and he immediately became warm, and hurriedly stopped, "Xiaoqing, you, you wait for a while, don't do this, I have something serious to discuss with you!" ”

"Master, what can't you talk about later? Hehe, people don't have the heart to listen to you talk about those serious things now."

Fang Qingmei glanced up at Chen Yang with silky eyes, turned over on the bed as she spoke, and lay on Chen Yang's lap, pursing her rosy lips slightly, but the movements in her hands did not mean to stop at all.

Chen Yang's mind was a little confused, and he knew that if he didn't stop this arrogant goblin, he would be almost finished, so he hurriedly said: "No, Xiaoqing, isn't my son still at home, you, don't do it yet"

Fang Qing secretly snickered, giggled, this dead man, can he still pretend? But he said delicately: "Hehe, if you go back to the master, the little master has already fallen asleep, and now people won't come to serve you right away?"

After that, her face was slightly red, but she still opened her mouth lightly, lowered her head, and slowly took the already hard part of it into her mouth

"Hey, Xiaoqing, you wait"

Chen Yang didn't finish speaking, his lower body instantly stiffened, and he couldn't say half a word, and there was a "boom" in his mind at the same time, "Ruined, ruined, this time it's really ruined!" ”

When the two woke up, it was already half past three in the afternoon.

Chen Yang went to the bathroom to take a shower in good spirits, and then went to Xiaojun's bedroom next door with satisfaction, pushed open the door, but didn't see Xiaojun's figure, secretly surprised, and then raised his feet and walked in the direction of the piano room.

When I arrived at the piano room, I saw that my sad son had really started the bitter trainee training course, and was sitting in front of the piano in front of a thick piano score, silently playing Beethoven's First Symphony.

Looking at the little guy's meticulous and serious appearance, Chen Yang secretly shook his head, as if he saw himself again. (To be continued......)