On the Routine of President Wen

If Fu Yihuan was given a chance to start over, he would never open his eyes.

This situation is really embarrassing...

Fu Yihuan didn't make a sound, and moved back silently until he reached the edge of the bed, then sat up, coughed and said, "Boss Luo, you're back..."

When Fu Yihuan took the bed photo on his mobile phone and asked Luo Heng with a [-]% certainty tone if the other protagonist in the photo was him, Luo Heng's thin lips parted slightly, his eyes flickered, and he didn't say anything. , but the phone rang first.

Luo Heng took out his phone, glanced at it, and walked out of the bedroom. When he came back, Fu Yihuan was still sitting on the bed in a daze, propping his head in thought. Luo Heng took a deep breath, went straight to the closet, and took the condom Clothes, turned to Fu Yihuan and said: "There is something at home, I want to go back, about that matter...wait for me when I come back."

"Boss Luo," Fu Yihuan said coolly when Luo Heng finished changing and opened the bedroom door, "I hope you can give a reasonable explanation."

"Well, I will." Luo Heng didn't turn his head, he said this sentence so lightly that Fu Yihuan could hear a bitterness from it.

Originally, Fu Yihuan planned to wait for Luo Heng to come back and explain the matter clearly, but the bad thing was that his brain twitched, and he suddenly remembered that the [-]-word review of twenty movies was still getting worse day by day. With more and more states piled up, and seeing that there were only three days until the deadline, Fu Yihuan finally thought about making a move.

The best actor is worthy of being the best actor. Every movie he starred in is extraordinary. Open the computer search engine, enter the name of the movie, and a lot of plot analysis will pop up. Look at the word count, it's all right.

The whole process is easy but exhausting. After a few glances at the plot analysis, as a professional editor, he can easily grasp the key points with his unique vision, combine the evaluations given by other audiences, integrate the language, and match it with the hands that have been practiced for many years. Fast, finished three articles in four and a half hours.

Thinking that Luo Heng should not be so perverted that he read these impressions word by word, Fu Yihuan wrote in an official and general way. After writing these boring and cumbersome words, sleepiness swept over him in an instant, and he yawned loudly , looked at the time, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Fu Yihuan was a little helpless, he knew that watching a horror movie would make him more energetic, and he insisted on writing such unnutritious things, and he wasted all his energy.

Not knowing if Luo Heng would come back, Fu Yihuan turned off the computer, rubbed his eyes and got under the covers.

Anyway, the sun will always rise tomorrow, and it won’t be a while, so we can wait for tomorrow to talk about anything, so we can do whatever we want...

"Well, I'm back." Luo Heng also sat up, scratched his hair in the hazy moonlight, seemed a little irritable, "I owe you an explanation, I have to pay it back."

Luo Heng must have drank a lot of wine. The smell of wine spread from his body and penetrated into Fu Yihuan's nostrils. Coupled with this weird atmosphere, Fu Yihuan became inexplicably nervous.

The moon outside the window was covered by dark clouds bit by bit, the huge bedroom was gradually plunged into darkness, a feeling of oppression invaded, Fu Yihuan felt a suffocation-like impatience, he stretched out his hand and was about to turn on the bedside lamp, Luo Heng stepped out first. The voice stopped him: "I advise you that it's better not to turn on the light."

The outstretched hand stopped, and Fu Yihuan tried his best to calm down the panic in his heart. He thought he was calm, but actually asked with a trembling voice: "Why...why? Is it better to turn on the light and make it brighter?"

Turn on the light, turn it on brighter, at least it can dispel the darkness, and see Luo Heng's emotional state at this time, so that he can deal with it at critical moments.

"If you can live with the consequences of turning on the lights, I don't mind."

Luo Heng's words were not clear, and Fu Yihuan said it was difficult to understand, but he rationally dismissed the idea of ​​turning on the light.

Fu Yihuan frowned when he heard an extremely slight rustle coming from Luo Heng's direction, and vaguely saw that Luo Heng had taken off his coat, and when he saw him start to take off his pants, Fu Yihuan became anxious: "Luo Heng ...Mr. Luo, I...I didn't turn on the light, if...you have something to say, why take off...take off your pants?!"

Luo Heng paused while taking off his trousers, and said, "It's uncomfortable to be spilled all over with wine."

"Oh...oh." Fu Yihuan can't be blamed for thinking too much. He could really see what Luo Heng did in that dream, although he couldn't figure out why Luo Heng didn't push Fu Erhuan away, or even the pervert. He was eaten up and wiped clean, and the responsibility was cleared afterwards, but he did do such a thing, and it was a solid hammer.

So, no matter what, right now, in Fu Yihuan's heart, his image has been clouded.

Silence, long silence.

The top-floor apartment couldn’t even hear the occasional roaring vehicles in the busy city in the early morning. The oppression and suffocation coming from all directions kept pressing on Fu Yihuan, stacking layers upon layers, making him breathless. No more, let him break this silence!

Fuck him with the calm before the storm!Let the storm come harder!

"you..."

"This is the seventh..."

The two spoke at the same time, and then fell silent at the same time, and were silent again.

Fu Yihuan laughed dryly, and said, "Tell me, what you want to say should be what I want to ask."

Luo Heng took a deep breath, and then Fu Yihuan heard him say: "This is the seventh night, the night you lived in, the night you lay beside me, and also... the seventh night I kissed you ..."

Really... I never expected that Luo Heng would secretly kiss Fu Yihuan every night, and he would act like a normal person during the day, except for acting in front of outsiders, as long as he was alone with Fu Yihuan, he would be like a "The relationship between us is purely contractual, nothing else", what the hell are you talking about?

Fu Yihuan retracted his preface without hesitation, and he had to retract the previous chapter's misjudgment that he should not be a beast in clothes. This person is completely the kind of scheming man who is a gentleman on the surface and a villain on the back!

This city mansion is very deep, he clearly remembered what happened that night, pretending not to know it was fine, and even dared to get in front of the person involved, find an excuse to trick him into the house, and commit crimes every night in sheep's clothing.

Regarding the character setting given by the system, Fu Yihuan said, as long as you are happy...

"The person in the photo is indeed me." Luo Heng didn't give Fu Yihuan time to reply, and then said, "Five years ago, when I walked into the wrong room and saw you who had been drugged, my first thought was I just want to take you to the hospital. As a result, you suddenly jumped up, I pushed away, and you jumped up again. I am a man, and I have been teased by you so many times, I lost control, I apologize..."

If the system hadn't made Fu Yihuan have that dream, seeing the whole story, and hearing Luo Heng's words at this time, he would have absolutely no doubts, and would even have given birth to Fu Erhuan who jumped at people when he saw him, without even a shred of self-control ability. A trace of disdain.

However, there is no "if" in everything, some things that should be known are already known, and some things that should not be known are already known. Hearing Luo Heng's affectionate and guilt-ridden apology, Fu Yihuan rolled his eyes at him, edited, continued to edit, Just wait until you weave a wreath and put it on your head and kneel down and beg for forgiveness.

After Luo Heng said sorry in Chinese, English, Japanese, German and other ten languages, Fu Yihuan interrupted him and said in a very resentful tone: "I just want to know why, in the exposed photos, you Was coded?"

"I..." Luo Heng froze, and it took a long time before he said in a very soft voice, "At that time, I was filming a movie abroad. My father handled that matter. I don't know. When I received the news , it's too late."

"Then your father must have seen those photos and videos, why don't you just suppress them?" Fu Yihuan continued to ask.

"For him, it's good for me to destroy you. The photos are out...he's happy to see it happen." Luo Heng's voice became lower and lower.

In the novel, the father who pretends to be good for his son and sweeps away all those who will harm his son as stepping stones, shields, and obstacles is really disgusting, while the son who does nothing seems useless.

Fu Yihuan sneered: "If you can't make a slap, you and I are both responsible for that matter. Why should I bear it alone? Why can 'being late' be an excuse? Why are you still your lonely actor, but I Being abused and trampled on maliciously? Just because you have a good father?"

"I wanted to stand up, I should stand up, but... I failed to stand up...Yeah, I didn't stand up..." Luo Heng murmured.

"I have another question," Fu Yihuan said again, "Why did the photo come from my mother's hand?"

The perpetrator is Fan Jian, and the accomplice is Wei Suo. It stands to reason that Fu Wenfei didn't know about it from the beginning to the end. The key point is that Fu Wenfei has such a setting of "truly loving" Fu Yihuan, so she can never participate in this matter. , then, how did these evidences get into her hands?Why did she expose it?

"About this, I have been investigating these years." Luo Heng took a deep breath, and his tone returned to calm. "A few days ago, I found some clues."

Luo Heng turned on the light, reached out and opened the bottom layer of the bedside table, took out a file bag and handed it to Fu Yihuan, but did not turn his eyes to him: "Take a look, maybe it can help."

When I opened the file bag, there were two photos in it. The first one was vaguely recognizable as Fu Wenfei talking with a man in a coffee shop. Something like a USB flash drive was given to a female student.

"The man who talked to your mother is a reporter, and the female student is your step-sister." Luo Heng rubbed the center of his brows, trying to pull himself together, "From the current investigation results, it is Fan Jian who drugged and filmed the video. In order to prevent things from being exposed and getting burned, he gave these things to your sister, presumably to persuade her to expose them, but for some reason, those things were handed over to reporters by your mother."

After listening to Luo Heng's words, Fu Yihuan raised the photo in front of his eyes, squinted at Fu Wenfei, and then at his stepsister Wang Xiaoqin.

Fu Yihuan has no idea how to deal with Luo Heng's side. Right now, it's time to go back to that nest and meet the bedridden mother and the wicked step-sister who has no good father.

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Thank you Ray of Juice (>3<)

The next chapter, Nu Yihuan Bravely Fights the Evil Stepsister!