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At the dining table.

Two middle-aged men sat shoulder to shoulder, and opposite of them was a young man that had come close to standing.

The young man cut three pieces of the bloody steak as if there was no one around him, his movements graceful and self-contained as he fed the steak into his mouth. The man's facial features were deep and hard, his eyes were clear, and if not for the trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, it would have been a very pleasing scene.

"Tch —" The man sitting opposite the young man interrupted the loneliness at the table with a long, disdainful tongue.

"Pah!" Wei Qing finally couldn't stand the burning gaze anymore. He put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at the person in front of him impatiently, "Wei Dongsheng, I won't come back for 800 years, can you save me some snacks so I can have a good meal?"

"Eating?" Wei Dongsheng sneered and crossed his arms across his chest, "My son, how can you still have the face to eat? "You should know that in another two months, it will be your twenty-sixth birthday, and you'll be standing right there. You haven't even brought your boyfriend home yet, so I want to ask you, where did you get the face to eat?"

Yes, you didn't mishear me, it's a boyfriend. Under stress, Wei Qing is also a man.

Wei Qing knew since he was young that he was different from others. Other people were raised by their parents, but he was the product of socialism.

He didn't have a mother, or didn't know who his mother was.

He was born into a homosexual family. His father was gay, his grandfather was gay, and his uncles and family had dozens of relatives.

It should be genetic.

Wei Qing's father was Wei Dongsheng.

Wei Dongsheng had married at the age of twenty and was engaged to Zhuo Zhanheng, a tycoon with a family background and good looks. From the beginning, Wei Qing did not even know how his 250 year old dad had managed to hook up with such an upper-class person.

When Wei Dongsheng was 23 years old, he said that he wanted to have children.

Zhuo Zhanheng's beloved wife …" Without saying a word, his pet husband pulled Wei Dongsheng to the Soong City's Tri-A Hospital to have an artificial pregnancy.

The so-called artificial conception, is to take Wei Dongsheng's pure son, and then take any big sister's chaotic cells, in vitro combination, to form a clean chaos, artificial cultivation.

Wei Qing had asked Wei Dongsheng many times, whose egg it was originally, whether he had feelings or not, how many unknown eggs were f * * king unknown, he should see the donor. However, Wei Dongsheng kept this to himself and eventually gave up.

Wu Tie had grown to twenty-six years old, and he was straight everywhere, not the least bit crooked. At fifteen, he gave his first kiss to his neighbor's sister, and at nineteen, he gave his first love to his junior sister at university. His job was smooth and his mind was developed, even though he wasn't as rich as a nation, he did not lack money.

He was in his twenties, and although he was single, he had seen many girls before.

Wei Qing thought that he could get rid of the word "homosexual" in his life, but he was wrong.

This label, his two hundred and fifty years old, was something he had to put on no matter what.

Wei Dongsheng drummed his fingers on the table, stared at Wu Tie and said, "There's a blind date tomorrow. It was introduced by your second uncle. The boy looks really handsome, go take a look."

Wei Qing's face darkened to the end, the light in his eyes was impatient and distant, "How many times do I need to emphasize this to you? I'm not gay. "

Wei Dongsheng was instantly angered. He slapped the table and pointed at Wei Qing while saying to the person beside him, "Pa! Pa!"

"Zhuo Zhanheng, did you hear what your son said? Was that even human language?! If I don't have the ability to find a man, I can arrange a blind date for him!

He's almost 30, but he's still alone. Wei Qing, open your eyes and take a look. Look at the boys at your uncle's house, which one of them isn't in love? "They're all looking for talents. That boyfriend wants to look good, to look good, to be honest, I don't want to compete with them, even if you give me an ugly one, as long as it's a man, I'll still recognize him …"

"Dad." Wei Qing interrupted him with a calm look, "Don't say anymore."

"Why can't I say it? What? Stab you in the heart? You know how to make a fool of yourself? "

"Dad, it's true. Stop talking." Wei Qing sounded helpless.

"If you don't let me say it, then I'll say it. You have to go for this blind date, you …"

"Don't pull me if you're sick!" Wei Qing stood up abruptly and kicked down the chair beside his feet with a bang as he roared.

The round wooden stool rolled back and forth on the smooth floor and finally hit the bottom of the sofa.

The loud noise silenced everyone in the room.

Wei Dongsheng shrunk his neck back. After a moment of silence, he said, "Don't try to scare me like that. I'm not afraid of you."

Wei Qing sneered, "Wei Dongsheng, I'm scared of you, okay?"

With that, the man turned around and walked out.

Wei Dongsheng stood up from the chair and shouted, "It's useless to run, you're my son. If you don't find a boyfriend, then don't go home!"

Wei Qing had a straight back and long legs as he walked out. During this time, he maintained a cold expression without losing his composure.

However, when he turned a corner and walked past the villa area, he came to a corner where there was no one. Suddenly, he erupted and without saying a word, he kicked towards a tree.

"F * ck, f * ck, f * ck …" The man stomped on a big tree while constantly venting his anger with vulgarities.

Just as he was thinking about it, someone suddenly patted his shoulder, "What?!"

Wei Qing turned around angrily and saw that it was Zhuo Zhanheng.

Wei Qing quickly collected his emotions and adjusted his collar. He turned his head and asked coldly, "Is something the matter?"

He wasn't too familiar with Zhuo Zhanheng, even though he was still considered his son in name, but Zhuo Zhanheng had placed all his attention on his 250 year old dad, so he rarely questioned his unrelated son.

Therefore, unless it was a matter of consultation or negotiation, Zhuo Zhanheng would not pay attention to him.

Zhuo Zhanheng put one hand in his pocket and smiled in a very gentlemanly manner. Even though he was over forty years old, this man's elegance didn't change in the slightest due to the passage of time.

"Your dad has that kind of personality," Zhuo Zhanheng laughed softly. "I got used to him, so he's still very willful even though he's over 40."

Wei Qing felt his heart clench. For a man to say that he spoiled another man in front of him was too much for him.