Mr. Fu's abusive lover

Wang Donghui sat there, ignoring his self-injury behavior. He sorted out the shuffled documents one by one, and asked Fu Yucheng, "Are you still listening? There are still many more."

"Get out, get out!", Fu Yucheng sat up suddenly, grabbed Wang Donghui with his injured right hand, "Get out!"

Wang Donghui staggered being dragged by him, and when he heard the doorbell ring, he suddenly burst out laughing, and he said cheerfully, "The police are here."

"Excuse me, is Mr. Fu Yucheng at home?"

"Dong dong dong", there was a regular knock on the door, Fu Yucheng's whole body trembled abnormally, his eyes were red, and he was tortured to the point of collapse in just half an hour.

"Please open the door Mr. Fu".

His pupils constricted, and his upper and lower teeth began to bump back and forth uncontrollably, until he tasted blood in his mouth, he still couldn't stop biting heavily, as if he wanted to crush the flesh and blood of the person in front of him, and swallowed it in one bite.

Wang Donghui ignored the severe pain in his neck, he smiled and raised his head to tears: "Open the door, President Fu? Don't go crazy in front of me."

Fu Yucheng pushed Wang Donghui staggeringly, and began to stride back and forth in the living room.

He whispered nervously to himself: "No, it can't be like this, it's impossible."

The knock on the door became louder and louder, shaking the whole door trembling, the snow all over the sky suddenly broke through the window, and rushed towards Fu Yucheng's slightly hunched body like a howling evil spirit, mixed with the icy cold wind, disturbed Fu Yucheng's body head, blowing Fu Yucheng's face white.

The people outside knocked on the door more and more urgently, apparently getting impatient: "Is there anyone inside? Please open the door!"

Fu Yucheng's hurried footsteps suddenly stopped, he ran up the stairs in a panic, and took the mobile phone beside Chen Chen.

His hands were so stiff that he could hardly bend them, and it took him a few tries to dial the number.

The phone is connected: "Hello..."

"I want you to come here." Fu Yucheng seemed to have calmed down a little. He knelt on the bed with one leg and seriously looked down at the stupid Chen Chen. He emphasized his tone: "Now!"

Fu Yucheng threw away the phone, and with the crisp sound of hitting the ground, he slowly lowered his body and fell on Chen Chen's body. He looked at Chen Chen's facial features sickly and paranoidly, and kissed Chen Chen's beautiful and tender face with his eyes closed. With dull eyes, "You won't leave me, Chen Chen?"

Chen Chen seemed to feel sleepy, he closed his eyes and breathed lightly, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his body was in a weak state.

"From now on, you can't leave me even one step." Fu Yucheng stroked Chen Chen's chin, a tear suddenly flowed down his neck, staining the white pillow, and he slowly put his face on Chen Chen's shoulder, gritting his teeth He repeated word for word, "Not even one step!"

There was the sound of walking on the stairs, Fu Yucheng stood up, covered Chen Chen with a quilt gently, looked at him with nostalgia, and slowly left the room.

The police finally left, and Wang Donghui was also forced to take him away. He was in a hurry and frantically wanted to get rid of the force of the people behind him. He only shouted at the top of his voice: "Fu Yucheng, let me tell you, people are doing what the sky is watching, you always have something to do." I am waiting for the day of retribution!"

Fu Yucheng sat on the sofa calmly and watched his friend send the police away, then lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

The smoky, stimulating nicotine didn't relieve the throbbing pain in his heart. On the contrary, as the white smoke entered his lungs, his whole body was densely leaked, and then poured into a stream of icy air. The cold wind left him covered in scars.

His friend slowly sat where Wang Donghui was sitting before, raised his hand to pick up the stack of materials and began to watch, finished reading silently, and put it down silently for another half an hour, without making any sound during the whole process.

"What do you want me to do?", the man said.

"I want you", the smoke burned to the end, Fu Yucheng burned his fingertips, and threw it on the ground: "Find out everything on my birthday, at all costs."

The light and shadow in the living room alternated, reflecting the gloomy and uncertain face on his sharp-edged face. He lowered his head, and his whole body fell into a huge whirlpool, unable to break free.

"As a condition, I want Su Ziye," Lu Beiqing said softly.

Fu Yucheng nodded: "OK".

Fu Yucheng opened the door again, and lay down beside Chen Chen with his clothes closed. He stretched out his arms to wrap around Chen Chen's slender waist, and quietly closed his eyes.

Chen Chen's malnutrition has been slightly improved after the infusion of nutrient solution these days. At least, the weird balloon-like swelling on his abdomen is slowly disappearing.

Fu Yucheng didn't sleep all night. At four o'clock in the morning, he opened his bloodshot eyes and got out of bed, smoking in the courtyard until dawn.

It snowed suddenly at night, and scattered snowflakes began to fall, gradually piling up into a pale white.

Fu Yucheng's hair was wet, he was smoking his last cigarette, he opened the door and entered the room.

Chen Chen was still closing his eyes, Fu Yucheng took off his coat and stood by the bed, stroking Chen Chen's cheek with his cold hands, as if wanting to wake him up immediately, he whispered: "Whether you did it or not, I I forgive you, okay?"

"You are crazy, you are stupid, I will treat you well from now on."

Fu Yucheng said: "But as a condition, you will be my second relative in the future, and you have to stay by my side."

Like the lingering between lovers, the voice is low and hoarse, with the most worthy promise, if you ignore his next words.

"Are you okay?" He whispered softly again.

Chen Chen opened his eyes in a place he couldn't see, and his dull eyes were filled with confusion.

There was a knock on the office door, and the secretary brought a document bag. Fu Niansheng sat on the chair for a long time, rubbing the skin on the bag with his fingers, until his fingertips were burning, and then he made up his mind to open the seal bit by bit.

He tossed and turned on the bed every night, and finally one day he still couldn't hold back as expected, and finally broke his last bottom line and became a thief hiding in the dark and peeping despicably.

He wanted to know everything about Chen Chen, eagerly.

I want to see his soft smiling face with baby fat when I was young, I want to see his young and flamboyant appearance in adolescence, and I also want to see him in college with a low-key and confident figure with a high-spirited smile and a frown.

He was going crazy thinking about it. This inexplicable emotion seemed to take root in his heart. Once he thought of it, he could no longer control it and coiled up until it was as high as the sky, and then he slammed into the sky fiercely. , no one can limit it.

Fu Niansheng obediently and remorsefully obeyed his own heart, and grasped the paper summarizing Chen Chen's life bit by bit in his hands.

The thick paper was flipped through bit by bit, and Fu Niansheng described Chen Chen's life trajectory in recent years with curiosity and satisfaction. The sun shone on the white paper, reflecting soft light.