On the Routine of President Wen

"Huan, how do you feel?" Fu Yihuan just opened his eyes when he heard Morad's anxious voice from one side.

The effect of the anesthetic had passed, and the wound left by caesarean section had a burning pain, which Fu Yihuan could barely bear. He withdrew his right hand held tightly by Morad, gritted his teeth, sat up slowly, and looked around. Circle, turned to Morad, and asked, "Where is the child?"

Morad stood up, poured him a cup of hot water, and said, "It's a boy. It's in the baby room. I'll ask the nurse to bring it for you to see."

Five minutes later, a nurse walked into the ward with a baby in his arms. Fu Yihuan didn't take the baby who was delivered to him. He just glanced at it and turned cold. He shot Morad at the side with icy eyes. He asked sharply, "Morad, this is not my child, where did you get him?"

Morad's face froze, and then he smiled bitterly and said, "Is there a telepathy between father and son? I thought they all looked the same, but you could tell right away."

Fu Yihuan didn't feel telepathy or anything, but Morad had always been quite resistant to his pregnancy. Fu Yihuan even suspected that Morad had tried to make him miscarry many times, but it was just because of his love for him. Love didn't work out.

The moment he saw the child, he didn't feel any familiarity, the child looked nothing like Luo Heng, and according to President Wen's basic routine, the child born by running with the ball must be exactly like the president. It looks like coming out, otherwise how can I recognize each other at a glance later!

Seeing that Fu Yihuan didn't make a sound, but just stared at him silently, Morad spread his hands helplessly: "Don't worry, he's also in the baby room. I originally wanted to send him to be raised elsewhere."

"Why did you do this?" Fu Yihuan turned his head and signaled the nurse to change the child back.

Morad nodded to the nurse, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Fu Yihuan affectionately, but what he said made him very uncomfortable: "I don't like this child, he will be an obstacle between us, if another child is kept by my side, I will I raised it well with you, I..."

"Morad, what you said really chills my heart." Fu Yihuan rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

After a long silence, Morad said softly: "I'm sorry, Huan, I won't be like this in the future."

"En." Fu Yihuan nodded.

After picking up the child brought in by the nurse again, looking at the little lump of flesh with eyes closed tightly and mouth pursed in the swaddle, Fu Yihuan was immediately sure that he was right. It seems that the whole world has been weighed down, maybe this is the feeling of being a father for the first time.

"Uh...it seems pretty ugly." Fu Yihuan pinched his face and said with a smile.

"It's pretty ugly," Morad immediately agreed, then thought about it for a while, and changed his words, "All newborn children are like this. This is your child, and it must look good when it grows up."

Seeing the child wriggling in his arms and turning his head slightly, Fu Yihuan's whole heart melted in an instant. He suddenly heard what Smith said, keeping him was really the right choice.This kind of experience is impossible to happen in the real world, so it is not bad to experience it once in the system world. Anyway, you can't hide it, so let's accept it thoroughly.

"Huan, give him a name." Morad suggested.

"Hmm~" Fu Yihuan thought hard for a while, and then said, "Tell me, how is Fu Aotian?"

Morad was drinking water, and sprayed the floor with a "poof", he coughed and wiped his mouth with a tissue, looked at Fu Yihuan with horrified eyes, and said hesitantly: "You...Are you serious? "

"Of course, why do you think I'm not serious?" Fu Yihuan looked at him suspiciously, "Isn't that a good name? I think it's quite domineering, with an aura of looking down on all sentient beings."

"This...is too ostentatious, why don't you change it?" Morad persuaded tactfully.

Fu Yihuan thought for a while, and Fu Aotian sounded like he really wanted to be beaten, but he was really not good at picking names, so he pondered for a long time, and finally, he kissed the child's face, and said with a smile: "Then it's called Fu Yan, and the nickname is Bao'er. , easy to remember and nice to hear."

Morad helped his forehead and said speechlessly: "You are really perfunctory."

Having settled on the child's name, Fu Yihuan lay down with peace of mind, gently hugged the child, and closed his eyes.

Opening his eyes again, Fu Yihuan was surprised to find that the whole world had changed!

He is sitting in the first-class cabin of the plane at the moment, and on the window seat on the left is a young lady holding a tablet computer. Before he can figure out the situation in front of him, the young lady raised her head and looked at him. In Fu Yihuan's ears, the voice had a powerful impact that hit the apex of his heart: "Dad, are you awake?"

dad?

Fuck, eyes closed and opened, how many years have passed?

"Fu Yan, five years old, a gifted child with a super IQ. 』

Looking at the reduced version of Luo Heng in front of him, Fu Yihuan's eyes widened. Last second he was still a small powder ball, and he could only faintly see the traces of Luo Heng. When he was five years old, he was completely the same as Luo Heng. Looking at the stern little face, the slightly wrinkled brows, and the black eyes that look like vast stars, who dares to say that this doll is not Luo Heng's seed?

deficit!What a loss!

Fu Yihuan puffed up his cheeks, raised his hand and pinched Fu Yan's face without saying a word, feeling resentful in his heart: I was born in ten months of pregnancy, and it doesn't look like me at all!This unscientific!

Fu Yanpa pulled Fu Yihuan's hand away, rubbed his right cheek in dissatisfaction, and said, "Dad, wipe your drool off, the sisters over there have been taking pictures, and it won't be good if it spreads."

Hearing this, Fu Yihuan was stunned for a moment, wiped the corners of his mouth in a panic, turned his head to look at the other side of the cabin, and sure enough, he saw a few girls who were nympho with their mobile phones, he smiled politely at them, and didn't stop them. They took pictures, and judging by his professional eyes, these photos are very likely to cause a storm on the Internet, and then Luo Heng recognized his son based on these photos and came to him.

"Bao'er, how long until the plane lands?" Fu Yihuan straightened his collar and asked.

Fu Yan glanced at the time on the tablet, without raising his head, he said, "Half an hour."

From Fu Yihuan's perspective, I happened to see Fu Yan's baby fat side face. When I thought that this cool and handsome milk doll carved in powder and jade was his son, Fu Yihuan felt a sense of pride in my heart, and smiled instantly After blooming, he hugged Fu Yan cheerfully, kissed him several times on the face, and then put him back on the seat contentedly.

Fu Yan's little face was flushed red from the kiss, he glanced at Fu Yihuan in embarrassment, then turned his head to look at Baiyun outside the window and stopped talking.

Soon, the plane lands.

Fu Yihuan held Fu Yan in one hand, and walked out of the airport with the suitcase in the other. Those girls followed them all the way and took pictures of them getting in a taxi and then left on Weibo with endless enthusiasm: "A chance meeting at the airport, Angel Daddy and his Bingshan cute baby! There are pictures and truth, don’t be too envious~”

Back at the apartment, Fu Yihuan thought that after the training, he should go back to work, so he immediately called the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, and when he heard that he was told to follow the news the next day, Fu Yihuan felt a little helpless, he was so fucking immoral, panting If you don't give a chance to breathe, you know how to squeeze employees.

Hanging up the phone, seeing Fu Yan packing his luggage on the sofa, Fu Yihuan thought about finding a kindergarten for him, and finding a nanny to take care of him by the way. After all, he was only a five-year-old child, no matter how high his IQ was. Consider security issues.

The next day, after Fu Yihuan entrusted Fu Yan to the hired nanny, he rushed to the scene of the International Film Festival where the editor-in-chief asked him to go.

Seeing Luo Heng walking hand in hand along the red carpet with a certain sexy actress, Fu Yihuan's heart beat wildly. When Luo Heng passed in front of him, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the scream in his throat, but The next moment, someone pushed his back violently, and he was caught off guard and bumped into Luo Heng.

Luo Heng subconsciously reached out to support him, exchanged glances with him, immediately pushed him away, nodded politely, and continued walking into the venue with the actress.

Fu Yihuan, who was stunned in place, was quickly invited out of the red carpet by the security guards. Standing in the bustling crowd, he frowned and looked at Luo Heng's back, wondering if he recognized him just now, did he recognize him?Then why the expressionless face?Don't recognize it?How to make him recognize it?

After all the stars walked through the red carpet, Fu Yihuan was about to walk to the interview zone when the urge to urinate came over him. In desperation, he had no choice but to run to the toilet.

When he opened the toilet cubicle door after flushing the toilet, he met a pair of familiar eyes, and Fu Yihuan froze in place.

"Luo Heng, the current president of the Luo family, a retired special soldier of a certain army, and the illegitimate son of the Luo family, is not well received in the Luo family, but he is appreciated by Mr. Luo and won the position of head of the Luo family. He looks cold and arrogant, but is lonely in his heart. 』

Seeing Luo Heng stepping into the toilet, locking the toilet door behind his back, and trapping himself between the board and his chest with a wall, Fu Yihuan understood, and the President probably recognized him.

Luo Heng reached out and pinched Fu Yihuan's chin, forcing him to raise his face, looked at him carefully, and said in a very sure tone: "I have seen you."

Fu Yihuan turned his head, broke away from Luo Heng's hand, lowered his eyes, and calmly replied: "I haven't seen you before."

"Five years ago, Xian Deng Xiaoge, the blue enchantress."

Luo Heng paused every few words, and each pause made Fu Yihuan's scalp numb.

Is it hard to speak well?Does the ruthless president insist on squeezing a few words out of his teeth?The tone of the word is colder than the word, how did you do it, Mr. President?

"Sorry, you misidentified the person. I don't understand a single word you said." Fu Yihuan still didn't raise his eyes, and suppressed his tone so that there was no wavering.

A sneer came from above his head, which made Fu Yihuan feel the urge to tremble: "Oh, you are really beyond my expectation, no wonder, I sent people to search all over the city and found no clues, so the direction from the beginning That’s right, a man pretending to be a woman cheated me out of 300 million yuan, isn’t he so courageous? A runaway little enchantress?”

Fu Yihuan sneered back, looked up at Luo Heng who was a head taller than him, and said, "Sir, you really think too much, I... um..."

With a force, Luo Heng pulled Fu Yihuan into his arms, and cut his hands behind his back.The sudden kiss buried all of Fu Yihuan's next words. He clenched his teeth tightly to prevent Luo Heng from taking advantage of him.

Luo Heng squinted his eyes half-closed, looking down at Fu Yihuan's eyes, with emotions that Fu Yihuan couldn't see brewing in his eyes: "It's just these eyes, this kind of look, and the reaction is the same. I definitely didn't admit my mistake. Who are you and why are you pretending As someone sent by K, he took my money and ran away, do you think I will let you go?"

This kind of fear of being watched by the eagle, as if his body would be cut off at any time, made Fu Yihuan's scalp tingle, but he still stiffened his scalp, stared back at Luo Heng, and said, "Are you done? I'll trouble you when you're done." let go."

As soon as Luo Heng let go, Fu Yihuan opened the door. As soon as he reached the door, he heard Luo Heng's voice on the phone: "Send me the information of reporter Fu Yihuan to me tonight."

Fu Yihuan secretly rolled his eyes, the president is amazing, the president can blatantly check people, invasion of privacy is not illegal, awesome, I applaud you, clap clap clap clap clap clap clap.

The author has something to say:

Well, that's right, after all, the son of the CEO, without superpowers, he must have an extremely high IQ!