On the Routine of President Wen

The press conference was held at the most luxurious Imperial Hotel in the city. On that day, Luo Heng held Fu Yan in his left hand and Fu Yihuan in his right hand. Standing among hundreds of people, facing the camera, he announced Fu Yan to the world with the shortest words. As Luo Heng's only son, Yan will become the next head of the Luo Family, and while confirming that Fu Yihuan is indeed Fu Yan's other biological father, he publicly comes out, expressing that he will be responsible to Fu Yihuan for the rest of his life.

Luo Heng's public coming out was beyond Fu Yihuan's expectation. Previously, Mr. Luo firmly opposed Luo Heng's proposal to give Fu Yihuan an official title. The old man agreed, but informed in advance.

Now Luo Heng has made it clear in front of the whole world. On the one hand, he has shown his determination to Mr. Luo, and indirectly let Mr. Luo see that his wings have hardened in this way, and on the other hand, it is to polish the whole world. His eyes let everyone see Luo Heng's importance to Fu Yihuan. Since he is Fu Yan's biological father, he will be Luo Heng's lover.

From Fu Yihuan's point of view, Luo Heng at this time should have made the choice purely because he didn't want Fu Yan to become an unpopular illegitimate child like himself.

In any case, Luo Heng in this system world is a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and it is not possible for Fu Yihuan to completely enter his heart so quickly. The lack of family affection made Luo Heng completely let go of his defenses and fully accepted himself, so that the emotional line would not appear abrupt.

Fu Yihuan has made a detailed analysis of the plot with Luo Heng so far. At the beginning, the cruel president was like a hedgehog full of vigilance, forming a ball, showing his inhumanity while showing a pair of suspicious His eyes guessed Fu Yihuan's intentions.

After learning that Fu Yihuan's appearance and Fu Yan's birth stemmed from an oolong, Luo Heng immediately took the two of them under his wing and tried to protect them as much as possible, both internally and externally. Carry out the word "responsible" to the end.Fu Yihuan guessed that this character of being able to take responsibility for committing crimes should have been honed during those years in the army.

From this point of view, Fu Yihuan had already knocked on Luo Heng's heart, and the next step was to slowly melt away the layer of ice that the main system had frozen on Luo Heng's heart.

"Father," Bao'er, whose name was officially changed to Luo Fuyan, came out of the study room, frowned slightly and pointed at the study room, "He seems to be sick."

Although the relationship between Luo Heng and Luo Fuyan's father and son is not as tense as the first time they met, but for some reason, Luo Fuyan still refuses to call Luo Heng "father", and most of them call "you" when facing Luo Heng. Sometimes he even called Fu Yihuan "Boss Luo", but in front of Fu Yihuan, he always called Luo Heng "he".

Fu Yihuan felt that the child was shy and couldn't scream for a while.

Seeing that Luo Heng didn't care, Fu Yihuan didn't bother to bother with a title. On the one hand, he felt that the child had his own ideas, and as an enlightened father, he shouldn't interfere too much. On the other hand, both parties were called "Dad". It's easy to get confused and can't tell who the child is calling. This way, it's much more convenient.

Unexpectedly, the two fathers and sons coincided with each other in terms of hobbies, resulting in a rather strange phenomenon in Fu Yihuan's eyes. Whenever Luo Heng had time, he would stay with Fu Yan in the study with a straight face, saying nothing. Fiddle with some weird stuff.

Once, driven by curiosity, Fu Yihuan tried to join them, but he couldn't do it at all. Luo Heng bought a lot of high-tech products, and Fu Yan and Fu Yan just disassembled them. Fu Yihuan could only stare blankly, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, and fell asleep on the carpet with his head covered.

Seeing Fu Yan walking out of the study with a small screwdriver in his hand, saying that Luo Heng seemed to be sick, Fu Yihuan immediately turned off the TV, stood up from the sofa, and followed Luo Yan into the study.

As soon as he entered the study, Fu Yihuan was dumbfounded, and saw Luo Heng lying face down on the long-haired carpet motionless, holding a screwdriver of the same model as Fu Yan's in his left hand, but a bigger model, and a screwdriver in his right hand. Wings removed from a drone.

Fu Yihuan was stunned for three seconds, bent down to support Fu Yan who was standing in front of him with both hands, put him on the sofa chair next to him, stepped forward quickly, squatted down, and turned Luo Heng over, fearing that he would never come back again. It would suffocate him to be huddled in the rug like that.

"Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo?" Fu Yihuan patted Luo Heng's face lightly, clearly feeling that the skin touched by his fingers was extremely hot.

Luo Heng's cheeks were stained with a strange blush, there was a slight wrinkle between his brows, his tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly, it seemed that it took a long time to receive Fu Yihuan's soft cry, he struggled to open his eyes, half The squinted eyes were covered with a layer of water mist that seemed to be there, and it was obviously burning badly.

"Mr. Luo, you have a fever. I'll take you to the hospital." As he spoke, Fu Yihuan pulled one of Luo Heng's arms around his neck, and lifted him up from the ground with difficulty.

Unexpectedly, after Luo Heng stood up, he sat down on the sofa, waved his hand at Fu Yihuan, and said weakly: "It's very late, there is no need to go to the hospital, there is medicine in the cabinet under the TV, please help me bring it in."

"The hospital is open 24 hours a day. You have a serious fever. You should go there." Fu Yihuan bent down and put his hand on Luo Heng's forehead, feeling the scorching heat on Luo Heng's body again.

But Luoheng still shook his head stubbornly, and said: "It's okay, I have a fever every once in a while, just take some medicine and sleep."

"Mr. Luo, since this is the case, you should go to the hospital. By the way, check to see what's wrong. The medicine is three-point poisonous. Taking it frequently is not good for your health. It's the last word to find the root cause of the disease and completely eradicate it." Fu Yihuan persuaded, and turned But when he thought of something, he raised the corner of his mouth, and a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, "Could it be that Mr. Luo is afraid of injections?"

Luo Heng showed a helpless smile, raised his hand and struggled to unbutton the collar, took a breath, and said, "Of course not, I just don't like hospitals. I have seen many deaths with my own eyes, and I feel a little repulsed by such a moment." A place shrouded in the breath of death."

"But..."

"I've had an examination, and it's the root cause of my previous injury. Apart from the occasional fever, there's nothing serious about it." Luo Heng interrupted Fu Yihuan, looking towards the direction of the living room, "Take some medicine and sleep and you'll recover. "

Speaking of this, Fu Yihuan couldn't say anything more, went to the kitchen and poured a cup of warm water, and sat down next to Luo Heng with the medicine box in his hand.

When opening the medicine box, Fu Yan's small head came over. He stretched out his hands and pawed in the medicine box for a while, and said to Fu Yihuan with a serious expression: "Although these medicines heal quickly after taking these medicines, it is easy to develop drug resistance."

"Amazing, Bao'er, how do you know medicine?" Fu Yihuan asked in surprise, helping his chin.

Fu Yan shrugged his small shoulders, casually pointed to Luo Heng's bookshelf that occupied an entire wall, and said, "I saw it from the books there today."

Fu Yihuan looked at the bookshelf, which was neatly stacked with books in various languages ​​and fields, and instantly understood why Fu Yan spent every day in the study, and couldn't help but worry whether this child would grow into someone else's in the legend if he kept raising him like this. Children, although it sounds very powerful, but not only is it not childlike at all, it may even become withdrawn.

Fu Yihuan was thinking about finding time to take his Bao'er out for a walk, and at the same time handed the water glass to Luo Heng for him to drink, but instead of giving the medicine to Luo Heng, he closed the medicine box with a "snap", Said: "Since you don't want to go to the hospital, let's find a doctor to come to treat you."

Three or ten minutes later, Morad stabbed the needle in the back of Luo Heng's hand with resentment on his face, glared at him viciously, stood up, and looked at Fu Yihuan with an instant resentment: "Huan, call me in the middle of the night , You actually want me to come here to treat this guy, it really makes me feel cold!"

Fu Yihuan patted Morad on the shoulder and said with a smile: "He refused to go to the hospital, and I don't know any other doctors, so I had to find you, thank you."

"If you want to thank me, treat me to a supper!" Molard said happily, blinking his beautiful blue eyes.

"No!" Fu Yihuan hadn't spoken yet, but Luo Heng, who was paralyzed on the bed and dying, spoke first.

"Fuck you!" Morad rolled his eyes at Luo Heng, "I know that your relationship with Yihuan is only superficial, you want to be responsible for him, and you don't even think about whether he needs you to be responsible. If you want to force your ideas on him, you are irresponsible to him!"

"I didn't intend to keep the relationship with him on the surface." Luo Heng lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed when Fu Yihuan pushed him back, then looked up at him and continued, "During the time I've been with you, I feel that Very comfortable, you are becoming more and more important in my heart, I really want to live like this with you and Xiao Yan forever."

Feeling a little embarrassed by Luo Heng's sincere gaze, Fu Yihuan rubbed his nose and said, "Actually...I'm a little hungry too, let's take Xiao Yan down to eat something, and I'll be back soon, you should rest first. "

Luo Heng's eyes darkened, he lowered his head, and after saying "um", he lay down and turned his back on his back, and stopped talking.

Fu Yihuan helped him pull up the quilt, motioned Morad to go out, and then turned off the light in the bedroom.

After eating supper, Fu Yihuan carried the drowsy Fu Yan into the bedroom, walked into Luo Heng's room, tiptoedly turned on the floor lamp, adjusted the brightness of the lamp to the darkest as quickly as possible, walked to the bedside, looked He glanced at the hanging bottle and found that he was almost finished hanging it, so he sat on the carpet with his eyelids open and waited.

Under the influence of the medicine, Luo Heng seemed to be in a deep sleep, and his heavy breathing before had calmed down. Fu Yihuan reached out and touched his forehead, and the heat dropped a little. He breathed a sigh of relief, and watched quietly. Luo Heng's face.

The face that was always cold was softened a lot under the dim light at this moment, and the long eyelashes were so provocative that Fu Yihuan couldn't help stretching out his index finger and brushing it lightly, seeing Luo Heng's brows slightly Frowning, he was startled, quickly withdrew his hand, held his breath and waited for a while, seeing Luo Heng still closed his eyes, his flustered heart slowly calmed down.

Looking up at the hanging bottle, he reckoned that the needle could be pulled out. Fu Yihuan rubbed his hands, held Luo Heng's somewhat cold hand, recalled what he did when he was a doctor in the first world, and pulled out the needle on the back of Luo Heng's hand. And fix the cotton ball on the back of the hand with medical tape.

After handling it properly, Fu Yihuan pulled the quilt for Luo Heng, and thoughtfully put his hands into the bed, but was caught off guard by Luo Heng who hugged him by the waist and pressed him under him.

Looking at Luo Heng, whose upper body was pressed against him, with clear eyes, Fu Yihuan's face suddenly turned red: "Luo...Mr. Luo, why are you awake?"

"I haven't slept all this time." Luo Heng's voice was slightly hoarse, which sounded quite sexy.

"Oh... oh, then go to sleep now." Fu Yihuan twitched the corners of his mouth and said with an awkward smile.

"Yes." Luo Heng pulled the quilt over Fu Yihuan's body, closed his eyes and hugged him and did not move.

Fu Yihuan was a little confused by him, blinked his eyes, thinking that Luo Heng must have been stimulated by Morad just now, showing signs of enlightenment, that's why he acted so arrogantly.

Originally, Fu Yihuan thought that he should refuse a little bit, but when he felt sleepy, he didn't bother to refuse and greeted him. He moved and pulled out the quilt under his waist, and then simply closed his eyes.

Sensing that the breathing of the person in his arms was gradually steady, Luo Heng opened his eyes, with unconscious tenderness in his black eyes, he gently reached out and took the remote control to turn off the floor lamp, and brought Fu Yihuan into his arms again, satisfied Taking a deep breath, he fell asleep.

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The sofa is polished very brightly every day, so you might as well take it up if you have time, and wait for the little angel to check in and sprinkle flowers! ! ! ^∪^