two sons three fathers

The greenery surrounds the villa, the villa has white walls and gilt tiles, and the brilliant light in the evening surrounds the steeple roof, which is rich and classical, and magnificent.

In the bedroom on the third floor, the sweeping robot works at regular intervals, with a dim indicator light on, moving forward and shuttling silently on the carpet.

On the big bed, the two hugging each other were lying on the dark blue bed, covered with a thin quilt, and pillowed on the same pillow.

Han Yu was completely asleep.

Fu Yizheng rested his head on Han Yu's side shoulder, and his slender eyebrows frowned from time to time.

He suddenly opened his eyes, as if remembering something, his face was cold, he got out of bed and stood up straight, just as he took a step, he just stepped on the robot on the ground.

The robot yelled: "Master, master, you stepped on me."

Fu Yizheng glanced down, knocked it to the ground with one foot, strode to the door, opened the door and was about to go down.

"What's wrong?" Han Yu said dreamily.

He was woken up by the robot from his dream, opened his sleepy eyes, saw the rushing figure, and asked soberly, "Where are you going?"

Fu Yixuan didn't turn his head back: "Go downstairs." Stepping on the stairs, he went downstairs with a "boom boom boom".

Han Yu felt something was wrong, thought it over carefully, and understood it in an instant.

In the past, when Fu Yizhang had a situation, the first person who came here was his mother.The driver also said at noon, but the wife only said to take them home.

Where did the lady go?

Where did Fu Yizhang's parents go?

This seems to be where they usually live, and they shouldn't have been back all day.

Han Yu guessed, combined with Fu Yizhao's situation, I'm afraid something went wrong.

He hurriedly got up with a grunt, saw the robot with its mechanical legs on all fours, bent over and turned back, and ran downstairs quickly.

As soon as he reached the second floor, there was an exclamation from downstairs, with a trembling sound at the end.

"mom!"

Han Yu took three steps at a time and ran downstairs.

On the first floor, Fu Yizheng stood in the middle of the hall with his hands down, facing somewhere, his back trembling.

Han Yu hurriedly approached, and saw his red eyes, the eye sockets kept filling with clear springs, which slipped out one by one, and tears splashed on the bare insteps and the surrounding ground.

Han Yu raised his arms, hugged Fu Yizhen, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yizhen, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Hearing the sound, Fu Yizheng seemed to have come to his senses, buried his head, and sobbed against him.

On the porcelain white ground, a string of shallow sandy leather shoe footprints disappeared until the closed golden embossed door in the distance.

Han Yu looked away from the door, turned his face to the side, and asked the housekeeper who was also in tears, "Hello, is uncle back?"

Upon hearing this, the butler pulled out the silk scarf from his chest, took off his foggy glasses, wiped away his tears and said, "The master and madam have returned, and they are in the inner room."

Han Yu swallowed, and said with difficulty in a dry voice, "Uncle...are you injured?"

It's okay not to ask, but after asking this sentence, the person in his arms and the housekeeper began to cry again.

Han Yu's heart tightened, and he didn't dare to say another word.

The luxurious crystal lamp above the head is dazzling, covering the entire empty hall, adding a bit of silence to the oppressive atmosphere.

As time passed, Han Yu's heart sank a little higher.

Five minutes later, a tall man in a suit and leather shoes, carrying a metal box, pushed open the door and stepped on the sound of leather shoes.He looked at the people in the middle of the hall, and hurriedly said, "Uncle Wu, where is Yitang?"

Butler Wu burst into tears, and said in a stern voice: "In the inner room, the master won't let us in, so go in and have a look."

The man hurriedly strode to the door, knocked on the door, and said, "Yi Heng, I'm Xiaochen."

A few seconds later, the man who called himself Xiaochen pushed the door open and went in, then closed the door tightly again, still refusing anyone to enter.

The clothes in front of Han Yu were soaked and stuck to his chest. He hugged Fu Yizheng's shoulders tightly, fearing that if something happened, Fu Yizheng's emotions would collapse.

Han Yu asked cautiously, "Do you want to go up first? They will notify you if there is a situation."

Fu Yizheng shook his head immediately.

"Okay, don't go," Han Yu comforted, "Let's wait together."

The housekeeper moved a chair for them to sit on, and Han Yu hugged Fu Yixuan and sat down, rubbing his back.

Fu Yixuan cried for a while, but stopped crying, just didn't raise his head, and kept snuggling into his arms, with all his weight on his legs.

Han Yu's legs were numb.

Han Yu kept looking at the clock and the door.

Why hasn't that person come out yet?

A long hour passed before the doctor came out.

The doctor approached and said with a smile: "I'm just here to change the medicine. Your mother will wake up soon, and your father will watch over you. Don't worry."

Fu Yitang had treated the wound on the way back, and now he just changed the dressing.He lost a lot of blood, and when he met Yi Heng, he was already fainted.

The two went to country D to discuss a batch of arms yesterday, but the other party offered dishonest prices and were provocative in their conversation.

The two sides immediately had a dispute.

The bodyguard on the opposite side scratched Fu Yitang's upper arm with a samurai knife.Fu Yitang drew out his close-fitting sleeve knife and cut off the opposite artery. The two sides fought on the verge of breaking out.

Fu Yitang covered Yi Heng and left first, and the two split into two groups.

I thought it was a surefire business, so I didn't prepare heavy weapons.

All of Fu Yitang's bodyguards were taken away by Yi Heng, and he went on land by himself, which was enough to deal with it.

He ran all the way from Shuizhou to the western desert, and learned that the person he injured had a close relationship with him, so he bit them tightly.

On Yi Heng's side, when he arrived at the edge of the territory by private plane, the agreed time was exceeded, and his wife hadn't returned to the agreed place.He immediately led the bodyguards back.

The days are short and the nights are long in the western desert, and the sky at night is dark red. When Yi Heng found someone, there was a fallen J-20 and an exploded armor on the scene.

F-35 is the reinforcement they invited, not responsible for the rescue work, only to execute the attack order.

Fu Yitang lay hundreds of meters away, leaving traces of crawling and dried blood on the sand behind him.

Yi Heng brought him back home, saw his son rushing down the stairs, and said seriously, "No one is allowed to come in!" He immediately slammed on the door.

Han Yu was a little speechless when he heard "wake up".

Then there must be a process of dizziness before waking up. Don't worry about it. For a master, a master who hits ten, fainting can be a trivial matter.

"Thank you, Uncle Chen," Fu Yizhang raised his head, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Can I go and see?"

"No," Uncle Chen immediately said: "You wait outside, when your father calls you, you go."

Fu Yizhen nodded and said, "Okay."

After Uncle Chen explained, he picked up the suitcase and left.

The housekeeper brought a wet towel, Han Yu took it and wiped Fu Yizhen's face.Fu Yizheng wiped his face before getting off him, and sat on a chair beside him.

Han Yu felt a few hundred catties lighter on his legs. His legs seemed to be covered with countless mosaics, densely packed like ants crawling, numb from the thighs to the soles of the feet.

They sat and waited in the lobby, watching the door all the time.

Inside the door, there is one lying on the bed and one kneeling beside the bed.

Yi Heng lowered his head, not showing any seriousness as usual.Fu Yitang slowly opened his eyes, saw the lights outside the tent, and knew he was home.

As soon as she turned her head, her husband knelt on the ground, looking like he would kill and cut.

As soon as Fu Yitang wanted to reach out his hand, Yi Heng immediately moved his knees and knelt down, put his palm on the back of his wife's hand, let his wife touch his stubbled chin, and rubbed it lightly.

"Big baby~" Fu Yitang looked at Yi Heng with a weak breath: "Where's your son? He has..."

A crisp "pop" sound.

Fu Yitang wanted to ask his son if he saw him, so he turned sideways and saw that half of Yi Heng's face was flushed.He slapped himself.

Yi Heng raised his hand and was about to slap the other side...

With a hiss, Fu Yitang grabbed his wrist, stopped his movements, and said, "You want to piss me off?"

The corners of Yi Heng's eyes were crowded together with fine lines, and his handsome face was full of panic, guilt, and self-blame. He cried while talking: "My wife, I was wrong. I didn't think carefully. Hit me."

"Okay," Fu Yitang said, feeling his voice was loud again, he said in a low voice: "Just come back, just kill it with one knife, there's no need to cry. Go find me some clothes, I want red ones."

Yi Heng raised his head and looked at his wife's half-naked, bandage-wrapped arms. For a moment, the fox eyes with shallow pupils were filled with tears.

Tears flowed out, like opening a gate.

He sobbed: "Lie down, lie down, are you hungry, I'll bring you food to feed you." He wiped his tears on the well-pressed expensive suit.

He lowered his head and kept raising his hands to rub, tears rolling down his face.

Crying with snot and tears.

"Don't cry, go and see your son first." Fu Yitang focused his eyes and said with a headache: "Did you lock him outside again, he can't see me, he is probably crying too."

Yi Heng was aggrieved by the lesson, and muttered in a low voice: "I will guard you by myself, and you will ignore me when he comes, and you will not coax me when he cries."

Fu Yitang said: "Go get the clothes."

Yi Heng has been kneeling for a long time, his bones are not as good as when he was young.Get up together, shake a little before standing up straight, and quickly fetch clothes.Washed off the tears all over his face again.

Putting a red cloak on his upper body, Fu Yitang asked Yi Heng to comb his hair, put it up, sprayed a few pumps of perfume, and put a little lipstick on his pale lips.

Looking at himself in the mirror left and right, there was no abnormality, so he turned and walked out the door.

Yi Heng wanted to help him, but he stepped aside and said, "If you do this, you will sleep in separate beds from now on."

Yi Heng was honest, put on a dignified appearance, and followed him two steps behind.

Fu Yitang opened the door slowly, saw the two little guys sitting on the chairs, grinned and said, "Yuyu, Yuyu, haven't you had dinner?"

He strode over and sat down beside his son.

Han Yu smelled the sandalwood rosin he brought over, as well as a faint scent of potion.

Fu Yizhen immediately put his arms around Fu Yitang's waist, not daring to cry, he raised his head and called, "Mom."

Fu Yitang smiled and said: "It's a small matter, I was careless this time, and I'll kill them next time. By the way, how are you two doing today?"

Fu Yizhen shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Yi Heng still had a red mark on his face, and sat beside his wife, probably because someone was in the way, so he resisted the urge to lift his son away and hug him up.

Yi Heng sat up straight with his lapels straight, and said in a thick and deep voice, "serve the food."

Han Yu was sitting, not daring to look around, Fu Yixuan looked a lot like his father.This family is a little scary, a little dangerous, and the exit is to kill someone.

If you can't guarantee the next one, kill him.

Han Yu's brain circuits diverged a bit.

"Brother Yu," the dishes were served quickly, and Fu Yizhang asked him, "Brother Yu, it's time to eat."

Han Yu nodded cautiously.

The dishes in Han Yu's bowl were all made by Fu Yitang and Fu Yixuan.

As always, Yi Heng only added vegetables to his wife's bowl. Because Han Yu was new here, Yi Heng put a green vegetable in his plate for the first time.

Han Yu dragged the bowl with both hands, stretched his arms very long, and thanked repeatedly, "Thank you uncle, thank you."

Yi Heng said calmly: "You can do whatever you want."

"Don't worry about him," Fu Yitang kept adding meat to him, and urged with a smile: "Yuyu, you eat, why don't you move?"

Looking at the protruding bowl, Han Yu broke into a cold sweat for himself. Feeling full, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Uncle, eat it, I'll do it myself."

Fu Yizhen leaned into his ear and said, "I, my parents, you have three fathers, all of whom love you, are you happy?"

Han Yu gave him a quick sideways glance.

Fu Yizheng's smiling expression froze for a moment. Sensing the smell in the air, he lowered his head and avoided Han Yu's eyes.

Warm liquid oozed from Fu Yitang's shoulders and arms. He paused in picking up vegetables, put down his chopsticks lightly, and drank the soup with a spoon in his other hand. Fine sweat soon formed on his forehead.

Yi Heng sensed something was wrong, raised his hand, supported his elbow with his palm, and said in a low voice, "Yitang..."

Fu Yitang cast a glance from the corner of the eye, pushed the hand away without a trace, and said with a smile: "I'm a little sleepy, you eat with them."

When the dining table came down, he just turned around, and blood was streaming down his spine.

He walked slowly back to the room, and just as he closed the door, blood dripped onto the ground, splashing red flowers.

Fu Yizheng and Han Yu were going to class, Yi Heng asked them to eat well and go to sleep on the third floor, and arranged for a driver to take them to school tomorrow morning.

After putting down the bowl, Yi Heng walked towards the door, opened it, and closed it tightly.