He Became The Aunt Of His Best Friend After Waking Up Chapter 11: Eavesdropping

s.h.i.+ Chen felt it really great. It was the first time in his life that Chen got this feeling. He nearly felt hard to find his strength back after experience this kind of bliss. Had it not for Qing Bo who had reached out in time to support him, it would be surely unclear where Chen would fall.

Bo wiped off Chen's lower body with a handkerchief, helped him sort out his pants, then washed his hands, and then held Chen back to his arms again, caressing his back, "Is this enough to make it up to you?"

Chen leaned against his shoulder and was still gasping lightly for breath. "I will be happier if you return that pair of shoes to me."

"Then that means you're satisfied." Bo's hand crept slowly down the back of Chen and stopped around a small hollow area of his waist. Bo then rubbed there in circles. Chen was made gasping heavily again. He gave a bite on Bo's shoulders while Qing Bo smiled, "You've got quite a few sensitive places." Finished with the words, Bo directly lifted Chen with one of his hands under his b.u.t.tocks.

"What are you doing?" It really didn't look proper. Chen thumped him. "I can walk by myself. Put me down!"

"How can you walk while your legs get no strength? Let me hold you."

"Whose legs have no strength? If there is, it's got to be yours. You just want to take advantage of this opportunity to touch my b.u.t.ts."

Holding Chen, Bo hefted him and rubbed his b.u.t.tocks twice, and then went on, "Getting smarter."

"What do you mean?" Chen was a little unhappy. He was good at study since he had been a kid so he couldn't bear such insult at all. The man was obviously saying that he was stupid in another way. "I've always been smart, okay? You can't fool me around. Which old man carries a handkerchief like you did? You've obviously prepared for this!"

"Bingo. This's the prize for you."

Bo awarded Chen a deep French kiss.

When Bo let go of Chen's tongue and retreated from his mouth, Chen's brain had gone to a total blank. After he got upstairs, lay down on his bed, turned over and buried his face in the pillow, consciousness began coming back to him. Then he pulled at the sheets in hatred.

s.h.i.+t, the old man just couldn't be more shameless! He only intended to take advantage of him either to make amends to him or give him prize.

What was more, his hands and legs didn't even rest after they had been on bed. It was so irritating!

Chen got up early the next day, but did not expect that Bo was up earlier than him. Chen did not see him. He was supposed to have gone to work. Thinking of this, Chen felt sympathy for the old man in that he had started working while he had just returned from the business trip and hadn't recovered from the jet lag yet. It was uneasy even for the old man to earn money. Chen went to brush his teeth in front of the washbasin. And he slowly grew absent-minded for recalling the way Bo looked like when he answered the phone in the car yesterday.

Chen quickly finished brus.h.i.+ng his teeth, then had a casual wash of his face, rushed out of the master bedroom to the study. That pair of brand shoes in the trash basket had already disappeared and the garbage bag had been replaced.

Chen was p.i.s.sed off for knowing that Bo had really discarded the shoes. This spendthrift old man!

Chen felt hungrier after he got p.i.s.sed off. He rushed downstairs to look for food and saw Feng Ma working in the kitchen. Chen came forward and greeted happily, "Feng Ma, you're already back!"

Feng Ma was frying poached eggs. When she heard Chen, she put down the spatula in her hand, turned around and respectfully bowed to Chen, "Good morning, Childe Zhen."

It made Chen pretty embarra.s.sed, "Hey, it' OK just to call my name."

Feng Ma half drooped her eyes and said, "No call of names. You made the rule before."

A rule? My goodness, was Ke Zhen so arrogant? No wonder Bo disliked him.

"That was before, and there will be no such rule in the future. From now on, you'll call me by name. You can just call me …" What should he let her call him? Little Ke? Bo had called that way, and it seemed improper to also let others do. Keke? No, it was too womanlike. Chen scratched his head in anxiety and hesitated for a long time. Finally he smiled at Feng Ma, "Just call me Little s.h.i.+."

"Little s.h.i.+?"

Chen nodded hard, "Yes, it was my nickname. You can call me that from this time."

Feng Ma looked suspiciously at Chen, agreed and then turned around to continue her work. Chen leant forward and found that Feng Ma had prepared a lot of things, including Youtiao.

"Ma Feng, you make so much for breakfast. Who's gonna eat it?"

"The master ordered." Feng Ma paused and continued, "We're expecting guests."

When Chen was about to ask who they were, a noise was heard outside. Chen went out of the kitchen to the lobby and saw four men who had just entered the door.

They wore basketball vest, sports shorts and basketball shoes. They were all tall and handsome, attracting Chen's eyes.

Chen stood there in a daze, with his eyes running from left to right and then from right to left. He had totally no idea who he should call at first.

"Ouch, my waist …" Cheng Yu suddenly howled and his whole body leaned against Liang.

Liang held a straight face but reluctantly reached out to support him.

"My waist aches. Please help take off my shoes."

"Take it off yourself!"

"You're not right now. How could I throw my back out if you hadn't hit me with the ball?"

"It's obvious that you ask for the hit yourself."

"Well, how can you talk of such nonsense, little child? Am I insane that I went to hit your ball myself?"

"You're a child! I'm already seventeen!"

"All right, seventeen-year-old child, hurry to take off your shoes."

"You …"

"Ouch! It hurts me. Don't know whether I've hurt any of my bones …"

Chen froze at the scene that Liang still bent down to take off his shoes for the man even though Liang's nerves jumped with anger in fact.

Bo changed his shoes and went over to Chen, raising his hand and tapping Chen's forehead, "What are you thinking?"

Chen touched his own forehead, had a look at Xun Zhen who stood behind Qing Bo, greeted him by saying "Brother", and then whispered back, "I'm wondering how you guys get together."

Bo smiled and said only, "I'll go upstairs and take a shower."

Xun Zhen also came over, curled his fingers and flicked Chen's forehead, "Well, now you remember your brother?"

Chen rolled his eyes at him, "I can't remember you even if you flicked a hundred times more."

"Qing Bo was right. You're really cuter now." Xun Zhen rubbed Chen's head, and then went upstairs, but he turned back in a few steps, starting at Chen while stroking his own jaw.

Nervousness secretly crept up on Chen, though he did not know what he was worrying about.

"You, why are you looking at me?"

Xun Zhen tsked and slightly tilted his head, "No doubt. You do look beautiful. How did I not find my brother so lovely before? So strange."

"So cute." Xun Zhen touched Chen's head again, and then turned away.

Chen, "…"

After helping Cheng Yu to sit down on the sofa, Liang turned around and saw Chen standing behind in a daze, so he directly asked, "Have you eaten breakfast?"

Chen shook his head.

"You eat first. You don't have to wait for us in case your stomach doesn't feel well again."

"Hey, it's me who's not well. Cut your c.r.a.p and get me the medicine oil quick and fast."

Liang took a deep breath and clenched his fist before he went to get the medicine box.

Cheng Yu turned over lazily in the sofa to lie on his side, held his head with one hand, and stared at Chen smilingly, "Little beauty, you seem to have a grudge with me?"

Chen looked down at him and said coldly, "Try to save some dignity for yourself."

Yu looked innocent, "Why am I shameless?"

"How dare you say you're not shameless while you hook up with Qing Bo at one moment and then with his nephew at another?"

"I'm not hooking up with your man. It's always his nephew." Yu smiled and winked at Chen. "Please don't get me wrong, Aunt."

Au … aunt?

Chen felt like stricken by a flash of lightning.

He had thought the old man was shameless enough, but had never expected Yu was way more shameless than him!

Yes, he was just an old s.l.u.t! Shameless s.l.u.t. Let alone he hadn't married with Liang, he must have forgotten his own age so he dared call Chen "Aunt"!

"What, still angry?" Bo turned Chen into his arms, and patted his back smilingly, "If you really feel unreconciled, how about me letting you have a few kisses on me, too?"

Chen got angry at the thought of what the old man had just done to him in the bathroom. Was that called a few kisses? It was almost the whole d.a.m.n set?! But Chen was not in the mood to care about this at this time because he was more concerned about another thing.

"Well, answer me. Is your friend really going to stay here for a long time?"

"What? I've got a name."

"Isn't it alright that you know I'm asking you." Chen secretly rolled his eyes and whispered, "Old but narrow-minded."

"Are you speaking ill of me again." Bo smacked at Chen's b.u.t.t. "Say husband."

"It's so gross of you. I won't say that! I'm already giving you due respect by calling your name, Qing Bo!" Chen paused for a while, and suddenly sat up, "Wow, you've been quite properly named. Qing Bo. One can know you're a person with no conscience by your name."

Bo was amused by him, "Why do I have no conscience?"

"Normally most handsome men have little conscience."

Bo laughed out, "Thanks for your compliment, anyway."

Chen stared at Bo for a few seconds and asked, "Are you very tired?"

"Hmm?" Bo raised his hand and pressed his temple for a while. "A little bit."

It was almost 1 o'clock at this time. But Chen was not sleepy at all for he had nothing to do during the day except sleep and eating. Bo, on the other hand, worked during the day and had to work overtime when he came back at night. Chen did not know exactly what he was doing. He just knew he was really busy. The villa and expensive cars couldn't come out of the ground themselves, anyway. The old man was shouldering quite a lot, actually.

Were it Chen at Bo's age, he might not be able to afford the smallest bathroom in the villa.

Sad.

Envious.

Jealous.

Chen wanted to ask Bo to go to sleep first. But as soon as the words came to his lips, he changed his words instead, "Your parents are very rich, right?"

Bo said, "Well, not poor."

Chen continued asking with great curiosity, "What is 'Not poor'? There must be an estimate, like tens of millions of a.s.sets."

"Oh, then billions, I suppose."

"…" Chen was dazed for a while. "RMB?"

Bo, "Euro."

Chen, "…"

"Why do you think of asking this?"

"Nothing. I'm just wondering why I fell in love with you. It looks like it's because of the money." Chen suddenly had the mind of vengeance against the rich, so he said disdainfully, "It's useless that only the parents are rich. To judge whether a person is capable or not is to see whether he can make money himself."

Bo looked at Chen smilingly, "I just earn it myself. I haven't spent a penny of my parent's money."

Chen was silent for a moment before he let out a dry voice of understanding.

"Well, have an early nice sleep."

"He won't live here for long. He'll leave when he gets better."

"Who?" Chen soon remembered what he was supposed to ask. Their topic had somehow changed just now. But the moment that old s.l.u.t was mentioned, Chen couldn't help snorting, "I don't think he's injured. He's clearly trying to find an excuse to stay here. The drinker's heart is not in the cup!"

Bo smiled and did not reply Chen. Seeing Bo's sleepy face, Chen thought he should be really tired, so he said, "Go to sleep. I've got to go to the bathroom."

"You don't have to wait for me to fall asleep and then sneak off to play games." Bo pointed to his own face. "Go after giving me a kiss."

"I just bet you must have pinhole cameras in every room. Just keep denying it." Chen went up and kissed Bo reluctantly.

"You'd better go to bed early. Old people are p.r.o.ne to wrinkles when they stay up late. I'm young so I'm not afraid!" Finished with the words, Chen then turned around and ran out of the master bedroom.

Chen played several rounds of games downstairs but he couldn't have much fun alone. He then put down the gamepad and walked out of the video room. He went to the kitchen to search for food, only to drink half a bottle of chilled mineral water in the end.

It tasted so great.

Chen then found some medicine, put it in his pocket, and walked upstairs, feeling at ease. He suddenly stopped at the second bedroom, tilted his head and stared at its closed door. He crept up in tiptoe a moment later and attach his ear to the door.

"Ouch … you b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Gentle …Ouch!"

It was surly not hallucination. It's true! Chen raised his hand to cover his mouth.

"Hmm … It hurts so much. I can't do this. I change my position …"

"Why are you so boring?"

"Well, well, I don't change. You go on. Yeah, just like that. It's great. A few more, ah …"

"Shut up!"

Holy s.h.i.+t! How long have they even known each other! But have already f.u.c.ked up?

People wouldn't treasure things which they obtained easily.

It was just so disappointing that Liang succ.u.mbed so fast!