two sons three fathers

Fu Yitang complained: "Honey, you haven't been home for a few days, why don't you come back? Your father and I miss you so much that we don't think about food and drink."

Fu Yitang was in a good mood last night and even opened a bottle of Louis XIII. If he hadn't received a strange message, he wouldn't have come.

Because the son wouldn't let him come.

When he was a child, he often went to the kindergarten to pick up Fu Yizheng. He brought bodyguards with him every time, and gave candy to the children in the kindergarten with a smile.

He looks like a bad uncle no matter what.

So I often play alone with Fu Yizheng. The children are timid and afraid of being beaten by his bodyguards.

"Mom," the faint scent of pine wood lingered over, drilled into his breath, Fu Yizheng wiped off the saliva on his face, and said in a good voice, "Why did you come to school all of a sudden?"

Fu Yitang's peach blossom eyes were full of waves: "I came here when I missed you."

He wore light makeup, and the tails of his eyebrows were pulled out a little, light and slender, making him look very gentle.

That transparently white hand suddenly held up his son's face, staring left and right, there were still very faint traces.

He raised two small bumps on his brows, looking like he was about to cry, "Who is this, my poor baby, did you get bullied at school? It's wrong to hit someone."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Fu Yizhang grabbed his arm and begged to make a detour: "My ancestor, please go back quickly, I will go home after school."

"Does it hurt?" Fu Yitang said with dazzled eyes, the tears came as soon as he said it, filling his eyes in an instant, and he leaned closer and said, "Mom blow."

"...The perfume is too heavy," Fu Yizheng's forehead twitched, "You go home, do you know the way, I'll ask the driver to pick you up?"

"I know," Fu Yitang nodded, and was forced into the cab by his son, looking at him pitifully, "Baby..."

"Good boy," Fu Yizheng leaned over to fasten his seat belt, closed the car door, and waved, "Mom, bye~"

After waving it a few times, Fu Yitang clasped the glass with his hands, and the two looked at each other dryly.

There is no intention of leaving.

Fu Yizheng asked through the car window, "Why don't you leave?"

"Yuan~" Fu Yitang pursed his lips slightly and blinked his bright eyes.

He was in his early forties, with a deceptive face, he looked more like Fu Yizhang's brother, with a pouty mouth, playful and cute.

Fu Yizhang folded his hands together, "Class starts soon, I want to study, can I accompany you to buy clothes next time?"

"Okay," Fu Yitang compromised, "Am I really leaving?"

Fu Yizhen nodded: "Go back."

Seeing the car driving onto the main road, the buttocks of the car were no longer visible, so he turned around and ran back.

When passing the security booth, the security uncle had a very exciting expression, and asked suspiciously, "Is that really your parent?"

Fu Yizheng nodded "Yes".

"Less contact with people in society," Uncle Security said, "You are still young."

Fu Yizhen stopped and explained: "It's really my dad, he's always like that."

"The relationship is really good," the security guard looked at him as not likely to lie, but was a little shocked, and smiled unnaturally: "The relationship is very good."

A student and a rich young man kissed at the school gate and flirted. The uncle was afraid that they would be cheated because they were not experienced in the world.He took a sip of tea and pressed it.

Fu Yitang's car circled along the main road, turned back, and drove towards the school.

On the way, the phone rang.

He glanced at the note on the phone - "Husband", picked it up, and said with a smile, "Big baby?"

On the phone, the man coughed twice, and said slowly, "Yitang, have you gone to Yizhang school?"

Fu Yitang held the steering wheel in his hand, "He kicked me out, I didn't listen, I went around and prepared to go back."

"you…"

"Big baby," Fu Yitang interrupted, "I'll talk about it later."

He hung up the phone and stared out the window.

Fu Yitang got out of the car and slammed on the door. The Mercedes-Benz, who had just deliberately left the car, blocked in front of his car.

The car owner lowered half of the car window, looked at the person coming down, squinted his small eyes to size him up, held a cigar between his fat fingers, took a puff, and blew mist in his direction.

Fu Yitang walked around to the front of the car and kicked the license plate.

"Beauty," the man whistled at him, "are you playing?"

Fu Yitang walked to the cab, grabbed the man's tie with one hand, and "slapped" the face with the other hand, making waves of flesh.

The man didn't seem to know the pain, so he rubbed his face against his palm, with a satisfied expression on his face: "It smells so good~"

Fu Yitang smiled, squinting at the man from the corner of his eyes, full of charm, pointing his white fingers to the shopping mall in the distance, "10 minutes, I still have something to do."

The man's eyes widened in an instant, obviously comprehensible, his eyes full of obscenity, he hurriedly extinguished his cigar in the ashtray, got out of the car to fan the smoke, and gestured: "Beauty, please, I won't last in five minutes."

Fu Yitang turned his head and smiled, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and walked first.The man took a sip of hada and followed.

5 minute later.

In the bathroom of the shopping mall, a man was lying on the cold floor with a bruised face, the corner of his bleeding mouth twitching.

Fu Yitang came out of the cubicle, his hair was not messed up, he buttoned up his clothes, washed his hands and left the shopping mall.

The Mercedes-Benz car parked next to the Porsche car, the car logo is not easy to fly, and the cutout on the metal pole is brand new.

Sitting in his car, Fu Yitang called the traffic police, and when the other person answered, he said in a soft voice: "Uncle Policeman, Shangyang Middle School, East Second Ring Road, a black Mercedes-Benz was driving without a license and parked illegally."

The license plate was also pried by him with bare hands.He is in the eighth stage.

He hung up the phone, sent a message to her husband, and said softly, "Baby, I just went to the bathroom."

He continued to drive in the direction of the school, wanting to see who dared to beat his son who had no eyesight, he must be taught a lesson!

In the classroom, the chemistry teacher is giving a lecture.

Wu Ji walked to the door of the classroom and knocked lightly.The chemistry teacher heard the noise, stopped the lecture and asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Wu?"

"Sorry to keep you up for a while," Wu Ji said to the chemistry teacher, and after she finished speaking, she waved to Fu Yizheng who was seated, "Fu Yizheng, come out."

Chemistry teacher: "Go ahead, get out of class will be over immediately, no new lessons, let's review the knowledge points."

"Okay." Fu Yixuan said.

Without knowing it, he got up and walked out.

Han Yu tilted his head and watched the head teacher lead him away.

Earlier, when Fu Yizheng went out, he was flustered, but when he came back, nothing happened.

He's still a little disappointed.

It turned out that the head teacher was holding back his big move.

At this time, he was called over, and it was estimated that he had been taught a lesson for a longer time, and he might not even be able to eat lunch.

He felt happy just thinking about it.

As soon as Fu Yizheng left, class was over. Han Yu came out of the classroom and wandered leisurely in the corridor, ready to go to the office to have a look, to apologize for raising the flag this morning, and to express to the head teacher that he would correct himself when he knew his mistakes .

In the office, Wu Ji looked at Fu Yizheng, then at his father who still had tears in his eyes, and for a moment didn't know how to speak.

She has been teaching for so many years, and she has never seen a parent cry as soon as he came, and asked him if his son was bullied at school?

Wu Ji sighed inwardly.

She is not very clear about the situation of this Fu Yizhang's family, but looking at the refined manners of that family, she can tell that this is a very particular person.

She comforted the older one first, and then called the younger one over to ask about the situation.

Shangyang Middle School is a semi-private school, and the school is self-managed. When it was announced to the public that the school was to be established, some parents of students made donations. Fu Yitang was one of them who was anonymous and donated the most money.

However, Fu Yizheng didn't know about this, he only knew that his family was rich, and he wanted to be a little more ordinary, and he didn't want his classmates to know.

Fu Yizhang looked at the teacher in charge's embarrassment, then at his mother, and said softly, "Dad, why are you here?"

Fu Yitang ignored him, and said softly to the head teacher: "Mr. Wu, our family Yizhang is very good at home, look at his face, there are still some bruises, you have to make decisions for us."

"Teacher Wu," he sobbed, "is he not getting along with his classmates?"

Wu Ji: "..." It's hard for her to say, Han Yu does have some conflicts with Fu Yixuan, but she can't push students out to face their parents.

She tactfully said: "Student Fu Yizheng is very good at school and works hard. Now he helps manage the discipline in the class and gets along well with his classmates."

"..." If he is so obedient, he must not be his son.Fu Yitang asked: "Did there be a fight?"

"Dad," Fu Yizheng said, "I didn't fight, you went back, Teacher Wu is going home at noon, you are wasting people's time here."

Wu Ji also wanted him to go, and said with a smile on his face, "No delay, no delay."

Fu Yitang sat on the stool brought by Wu Ji, with his legs crossed at ordinary times, wiped the corner of his eyes lightly and said, "Teacher, my son is very timid. He didn't dare to tell his family when he was bullied before, so you bother me a lot."

He suddenly changed the subject, "Is there any good classmates in Yizhang?"

Wu Ji: "..." I can't keep up with the rhythm.

Before the head teacher could answer, he saw the boy knocking on the office door, and frowned slightly: "Is this a student from your class?"

Han Yu was startled: "..." Fu Yizheng's father?

The typed manuscript was stuck in his throat. He looked over and glanced hurriedly. The two father and son were not alike at all.

Fu Yizheng stood there motionless, staring at him without a beat. His father sat casually, which made people feel pleasing to the eye, and he didn't dare to look more.

"Wu, Mr. Wu," Han Yu lowered his eyes and said hesitantly, "It was my fault in the morning, so I won't make it next time."

Another person came to add to the confusion. Seeing that he couldn't speak clearly, he obviously knew that he was wrong. Wu Ji waved his hand: "Go back, behave yourself in the future."

"Student, please come back." Fu Yitang called out to the person who was about to leave. His voice was melodious and pleasant, but it was difficult to refuse.

Han Yu unconsciously fell back and stood far away from Fu Yixuan.

Fu Yitang's eyes wandered over the faces of the three of them, staring at the boy, and finally fell on his son's face. There was something wrong with that contemplative look.

With his son's character, it's strange not to provoke others in a class.Guessing the source of the news, he thought, the injury on his face was probably caused by itchy hands and a beating.

He slowed down his tone: "Student, did Fu Yizheng bully his classmates at school?"

As soon as the words fell, the three of them looked at him inexplicably, and Fu Yitang said to himself: "He bullies his classmates at school, please help me watch him, and you can call me if you need anything."

He gave his number.

Han Yu felt that Fu Yizheng's father seemed to know something and wanted to stand up for him, but he was not stupid, and said lightly: "I don't know him well, so I can't see it."

Fu Yitang: "...It's okay, then you guys get along well, Mr. Wu, I'm bothering you today, I'll go back first."

As soon as he heard that he was leaving, Wu Ji got up and said, "Don't disturb me, just go slowly."

Fu Yitang stood up slowly, and said to Fu Yixuan: "You must listen to the teacher at school, don't bully your classmates, and suffer on your own if you make a mistake. Our family only accepts reason, don't think that I will help you out."

Han Yu wanted to laugh, it was similar to teaching kindergarten children, this father is really interesting.

An idea gradually became clear in his mind, Fu Yizheng thought about it, nodded: "Got it."

Why does the mother have to come to school?

During class, the cloud connected to his mobile phone vibrated, and the cloud updated the records of his mobile phone operations in real time.

He didn't pay special attention at the time, but when he looked back at Han Yu's expression now, although there was no change, he had an intuition that this matter must have something to do with him.

After leaving the office, Han Yu saw that Fu Yizhen was in a daze, and followed him down the stairs, and said with a sneer, "What are you doing with me, you don't know the way? Kindergarten children, your good father has already returned home."

Fu Yizheng looked up at him, and snorted coldly: "You'd better be careful."

Under Han Yu's disdainful eyes, Fu Yizhang ran up the stairs, his mobile phone was still in the classroom.