On the Routine of President Wen

"Where's the child?" Luo Heng's eyes were filled with coldness, and there was no emotion in those three short words.

Fu Yihuan was not at all surprised that Luo Heng came to the door the next evening. As expected, the photos taken on the plane were reposted millions of times on the Internet. Wrote a piece of news.

Well, when Luo Heng sent people to investigate him, he definitely saw the photos on the Internet. Fu Yan and him look so similar, no matter whether they are intentional or unintentional, if you put the two of them together, you can tell at a glance human kinship.

Even so, Fu Yihuan still had some worries in his heart. In Luo Heng's eyes, what kind of existence would Fu Yan be?Did Luo Heng know that Fu Yan was born from Fu Yihuan's stomach?If you know what kind of attitude he will take, amazed?disgust?

With this slight concern, Fu Yihuan took out the key, walked to Luo Heng's side, opened the door, looked back at him after walking in, and said politely: "I get off work late today, and the child is staying at the nanny's house. I'll send it back sometime. Mr. Luo, why don't you come in and sit down?"

Luo Heng hesitated for a few seconds, ordered his assistant to wait at the door, and followed Fu Yihuan into the apartment.

Fu Yihuan is an orphan in this system world, and his living conditions will naturally not be much better. This apartment is particularly shabby. Although there is the big tree of Morad behind him, the system does not allow him to accept Mora. De's help, but think about it, in many CEO articles, aren't the heroines all Xiaoqiang living a poor life?It is estimated that the system also wants to create such a noble quality for him.

That being the case, Fu Yihuan has nothing to complain about. He is always easygoing. He can live in mansions and villas, and he doesn't care about broken tile huts. Left and right are just going through the plot in the system world, not really living miserably in the real world. What's more, he is the man who wants to get close to the CEO, so what is the little predicament in front of him?

There are no guests in this apartment all year round, and Fu Yihuan is naturally not prepared for guests to use slippers. He thought for a while, gave up his slippers, and placed them next to Luo Heng's feet. He noticed that Luo Heng's feet were obviously bigger than the slippers. After a few yards, I had to look up at him in embarrassment, and said, "Mr. Luo, or are you going to squeeze?"

Luo Heng glanced down at him, took off his shoes and went straight to the living room. Fu Yihuan shrugged, put the slippers on his feet, went to the kitchen and poured two cups of warm water, and walked to the living room, only to see Luo Heng standing in the middle of the living room staring at someone. Thoughtful, Fu Yihuan stepped forward suspiciously, followed his line of sight, and there was a quite magnificent castle built by Fu Yan with Lego.

Fu Yihuan remembered that when he saw the castle for the first time, his jaw almost fell off, and the way he looked at Fu Yan changed. This child not only has excellent thinking ability, but also has excellent imagination and hands-on ability. He really deserves to be the president. son!No, he really deserves to be his son!

"That kid made this?" Luo Heng asked Fu Yihuan to take the cup, took a sip, and asked.

Fu Yihuan smiled, pointed to the sofa, asked Luo Heng to sit down, and said, "He did it."

After the words fell, the living room fell into a weird silence, Luo Heng didn't speak, and Fu Yihuan didn't know what to say, so he just sat aside and silently sipped the water in his glass.

"I have contacted K. You are indeed not the person he sent, so why did you come to my room that night?" Luo Heng asked suddenly, "Stealing things or digging news?"

Fu Yihuan choked on his question while drinking water, thought for a while, and replied, "I believe Mr. Luo should remember that I was unconscious at the time, so it was a misunderstanding."

"Delirious?" Luo Heng squinted at Fu Yihuan, as if recalling the scene at that time, "Did you drink Pinck? You were the woman who took off the mask in front of everyone?"

Unexpectedly, taking off a mask in Xiandeng Xiaoge would become a legend, and it was widely spread in the so-called high society. Fu Yihuan was a little surprised, laughed, and acquiesced.

After a while, seeing that Luo Heng was still staring at him, Fu Yihuan looked away uncomfortably, and asked, "Why did President Luo say that I took the money and ran away?"

"It's a misunderstanding." Luo Heng replied casually, as if he hadn't planned to tell Fu Yihuan the truth yet.

The living room fell silent again. Fu Yihuan struggled for a long time, but hesitantly asked, "Mr. Luo, how much do you... know about that child?"

Luo Heng propped one hand on the armrest of the sofa, put his face on the back of his hand, tilted his head to look at Fu Yihuan, and said slowly: "I know everything about him."

"then you..."

"Naturally, I also know that you are intersex, and that child was born in October of your pregnancy. In various senses, he is my child and yours."

There was no expression on Luo Heng's face, Fu Yihuan couldn't figure out his thoughts, but he already knew what he needed to know, Fu Yihuan didn't need to say anything more, just quietly waiting for his next words.

"Mr. Fu, I can make the child's life better in all aspects. Don't you think the child should grow up by my side?" Luo Heng's tone was still light, but there was an aggressive tone in his words.

Hearing Luo Heng's words, Fu Yihuan's hand holding the cup gradually tightened. He had thought before that Luo Heng was most likely here to deprive the child of custody, but he was completely unaware of this situation. How to deal with it, it is absolutely impossible to hand over the child, so what excuse is more appropriate to use to prevaricate Luo Heng?

Fu Yihuan was speaking, when a childish and cold voice suddenly sounded: "I don't think I should grow up by your side."

"Bao'er, are you back? Where's Mama Chen?" Fu Yihuan looked back at Fu Yan, a little surprised at his sudden appearance, why there was no sound at all when he entered the door, it was scary.

"Mother Chen sent me to the door. When she knew there were guests at home, she went back first." After saying this to Fu Yihuan, Fu Yan's eyes turned to Luo Heng's face, "I just want to stay with my father."

Seeing Fu Yan with Zhang Zhengtai's stern face, and saying such words in a cold tone that did not meet the age characteristics, Fu Yihuan was moved and vaguely had the illusion that he had given birth to a small adult. If this child stayed with Fu Yihuan, he would still He was a little childish, but when he met outsiders, his aura changed, and he spoke and acted like an adult, with a contemptuous arrogance.

A trace of surprise flashed across Luo Heng's face, he gave a low laugh, stood up from the sofa, walked up to Fu Yan, looked down at him, and said in a deep voice: "Fu Yan, you are only five years old, you think you have a choice in life right?"

Fu Yan didn't answer, but raised his face and confronted Luo Heng without fear.

"Well... I'm a little hungry, Mr. Luo, have you eaten yet?" Fu Yihuan broke the deadlock in time, knelt down and hugged Fu Yan, and said to Luo Heng.

Hearing this, Luo Heng's stomach let out a "cuckling" sound very appropriately, he froze for a moment, looked at Fu Yihuan with a frown, and said, "I didn't eat."

Fu Yihuan smiled, carried Fu Yan to the dining table and sat down, and said, "If you don't mind, let's have a bowl of noodles first, and then we can talk."

Startled by Fu Yihuan's warm smile, Luo Heng nodded in a strange way, answered "OK", and sat down opposite Fu Yan.

Amidst the earth-shattering "cracking" sound in the kitchen, Luo Heng and Fu Yan looked at each other in dismay, their faces calm, and they looked at each other calmly. When Fu Yihuan walked out of the kitchen with the noodles, he saw Luo Heng and Big Luo staring at each other motionlessly Look, I can't help feeling a little funny.

"This... is it mixed noodles or boiled noodles?" Luo Heng asked calmly as he picked up his chopsticks and poked in the lumpy noodles.

Fu Yihuan struggled to put a small lump of noodles into a small bowl and pushed it in front of Fu Yan, smiling awkwardly: "Sorry, I didn't play well today, I missed it."

"Father, godfather said that the kitchen is your forbidden area, it's true." Fu Yan used a fork to pick up a small mouthful of noodles and stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them, and said expressionlessly.

"It's... very tasty?" Fu Yihuan picked up the big lump of noodles and took a bite. After tasting all the ups and downs in that bite, he suddenly felt that everything in the world was delicious, so he rubbed his hands in embarrassment. "I... cook noodles for the first time, I thought it would be easy..."

"Godfather?" Luo Heng grabbed the two words in Fu Yan's words, repeated them, and asked, "The youngest son of the Wilson family, Morad Wilson?"

Seeing Fu Yihuan nod his head, Luo Heng's eyes suddenly turned cold. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Fu Yihuan, and said slowly: "You have been staying in country A for five years, living with him, what is your relationship with him? ?”

Sensing keenly that the air around Luo Heng had become colder, Fu Yihuan suspected that Luo Heng had misunderstood him and Morad, and explained: "We were considered to be young, and we met in an orphanage when we were young. Studying in country A, living there is for the convenience of taking care of children."

After listening to Fu Yihuan's explanation, Luo Heng's complexion obviously improved a lot, but he was still slightly dissatisfied. Fu Yihuan didn't say anything more, thinking that the clean is clear anyway, so he got up and picked up the noodles, intending to dump them and order takeaway .

Unexpectedly, Luo Heng held his hand, picked up the chopsticks, picked two noodles, put them into his mouth under his astonished eyes, swallowed them without changing expression, put down the chopsticks, picked up the bowl, and He followed the bowl in Fu Yihuan's hand and walked into the kitchen.

Fu Yihuan and Fu Yan exchanged glances, turned around and followed into the kitchen.

After Luo Heng dumped the noodles into the trash can, she glanced around the narrow and messy kitchen, frowned at Fu Yihuan, and said, "Come in and clean it up."

The CEO gave the order, Fu Yihuan dared not disobey, squeezed into the small kitchen without saying a word, broke the bowls, spoons and plates with a "crackling", and poured the soy sauce all over the stove, he took the initiative under Luo Heng's knife-like disgusting gaze. backed out.

"Bao'er, are your father and I really going to be isolated from the kitchen?" Fu Yihuan looked at Fu Yan depressedly and said.

"Father, it's best for you to think this way." Fu Yan picked up the small cup, drank and said.

When he saw Luo Heng coming out with the noodles, Fu Yihuan realized that the CEO actually cooked the food himself, and then he was shocked. He stared fixedly at the noodles in front of him, which were comparable to the picture of the noodle shop menu, swallowed, and continued. Putting the noodles into his mouth, he boasted: "I never thought Mr. Luo could go up to the hall and down to the kitchen!"

Luo Heng raised his eyes and took a deep look at him, and said: "I have always lived alone, and I don't want to be alone in the future."

Fu Yihuan paused for holding the noodles, sighed, put down his chopsticks, and scratched his head irritably: "Boss Luo, I will not agree to let you take the child away."

"I didn't say I would take him away." Luo Heng folded his arms and leaned against the back of the chair, glanced at Fu Yan, and his eyes fell on Fu Yihuan's face, "I want to take you two away."

The author has something to say:

I've always been thinking about writing something different, but I may have used too much force this time, I hope you don't mind, this world will go a little more... um... I don't know how to describe the plot, and I don't know if it will Too abrupt, hahahaha