two sons three fathers

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It was noon before Han Yu woke up.

The first thing I did when I woke up was to go to see the person in my arms.Fu Yizheng slept peacefully, breathing evenly, Leng Jun's cheeks were flushed, very pretty.

Han Yu kissed her, then stepped back and got under the quilt, wanting to check it out, but the quilt was pushed back and forth by him. After a while, he reached out again, touched the cell phone next to the pillow, grabbed it and dragged it into the quilt.

Apparently it was too dark in there to see clearly.

After a while, Han Yu came out with messy hair, turned off the light of the phone, and put his hand against Fu Yizheng's forehead to test his temperature. His forehead was not hot, only a fine layer of sweat.

Seeing his brows frowning slightly, Han Yu wondered if he was uncomfortable, so Han Yu gently stroked Fu Yizheng's eyebrows, trying to smooth them out for him.

In fact, after tossing and tossing for so long last night, Han Yu now feels that his back is sore and swollen, and it seems that he needs to move around.

Han Yu sat up on the bed, stretched his arms, exhaled, got out of bed barefoot, tucked the quilt for Fu Yizheng, and walked towards the bathroom.

As he walked, he twisted his waist and hips, and twisted his sore neck from side to side.

After washing up, Han Yu took another shower. His body was sticky with sweat and he felt uncomfortable.

Han Yu found Fu Yizhang's clothes, put on a white T-shirt and cotton pajama pants, and went to the living room to clean up the dining table.

On the dining table, the things from last night were still the same.

Han Yu should wash and wipe what he should.

After cleaning up, Han Yu returned to the bedroom, stopped by the bed, kissed Fu Yizheng on the forehead, and stroked his hair.

Fearing that he would be hungry when he got up, Han Yu found out the down jacket, put it on, went to Fu Yizheng's bag to find the key, and wanted to go out to buy something to eat and come back.

He walked outside for a while.

He bought some vegetables from the vegetable market and a bouquet of fresh white roses from the florist, thinking about the person lying on the bed, he quickly returned home.

When I got home, the dishes were put in the refrigerator, and the roses were inserted into the new vases that were dug out, and they were placed on the table side by side with the bottle full of baby's breath.

Fu Yixuan's house is full of things, only fresh vegetables need to be eaten and bought now.

Han Yu washed the rice with a pot in the kitchen, took out his mobile phone and put it on the table, and followed the steps on the Internet.

Cooked a pot of pumpkin porridge.

When it was cooked, he tasted it himself, and it was okay to eat.

He took out the porridge, put it on the dining table to cool, and then went to see Fu Yizheng in the bedroom.

Fu Yizheng bent her body, with her exposed shoulders facing him. On her fair shoulders and neck, there were red marks all over her, large and small, which were very eye-catching.

Han Yu felt that he was a bit of a beast.

It's past one o'clock now, fearing that Fu Yizheng would be hungry, Han Yu sat on the edge of the bed, half-embracing his shoulders through the quilt, and lowered his head to his ear, "I cooked porridge, get up and eat some."

Fu Yizheng was half asleep, heard Han Yu's voice, turned around slowly, Mao Zhaza's head was pressed against his thigh, and his voice was weak, "Water~"

Han Yu got up and went out to get half a glass of warm water and came back, "Get up and drink."

Fu Yizheng closed his eyes and muttered without moving, "Hey me."

Han Yu took a sip from the cup, wrapped it with a sip of warm water, put his palm on the back of his neck, asked him to lean his face up, sticking to the dry lips, and gave it to him in small sips.

Fu Yizheng's throat moved and he swallowed.

Han Yu put down the cup, turned around and took a few pieces of paper from the paper drawer of the bed cabinet to wipe off the water dripping from the corner of Fu Yizhang's mouth.

Fu Yizhen pursed his lips, turned around, and continued to move.

Han Yu patted him, "Yixu?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Where does it hurt?"

"Get up and eat something?"

Han Yu couldn't move, so he had to eat first, he couldn't be hungry.

After eating, being idle is also idle, Han Yu restarted the music that was automatically suspended last night, deliberately played it very quietly, listened to the music, and started to clean up the housework.

The bed sheets changed last night and the clothes Fu Yizhang changed were all washed, and their sneakers were well cleaned.

He walked around the hall, then went to the bedroom, walked back and forth inside and outside the room.

Han Yu turned off the music in the lobby, went back to the bedroom, took off his coat and climbed onto the bed, hugged Fu Yizhang and looked at the phone for a while, feeling sleepy, he yawned, closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while.

The sky is getting dark, and the natural light is slowly graying out.

Han Yu was unconscious, and woke up in a daze when he was crushed, and slowly opened his eyes. It was Fu Yizhen lying on him like a frog again, with his bare hands hugging his neck, and his head crookedly resting on him. shoulder.

Han Yu looked down, raised his head, and squeezed the flesh of his neck together. He patted Fu Yizheng on the back, and whispered, "Are you awake?"

Fu Yizhen didn't seem to wake up and didn't respond to him.

Han Yu glanced at the sky and checked the time on his phone. It was past six.

"Yi Yan," Han Yu hugged him and leaned back against the pillow, "Eat something?"

Fu Yizheng rubbed his head, and said in a nasal voice, "Brother Yu, do you want more?"

Han Yu: "..." He understood instantly.

When you wake up, you think about this?

Han Yu hesitated and said, "...don't do it."

Fu Yizheng lowered his head, looked at him tiredly, and leaned back again, "Do you love me?"

Han Yu touched his head and kissed his hair, "I love you."

Fu Yizheng smiled softly, and said in a sleepy voice, "I love you too."

"You haven't eaten a few meals," Han Yu coaxed him through the quilt like a baby, "I cooked pumpkin porridge."

Fu Yizhen shook his head: "I'm not hungry." He drank alcohol last night and felt particularly uncomfortable in his stomach.

Han Yu said again: "If you don't eat, you will be hungry. How can a person not eat? What do you want to eat? If you want to eat, just tell me, Brother Yu will make it for you."

Fu Yizheng seemed to be moved by the persuasion, and pondered: "I want to drink coffee."

Fu Yixuan only drinks freshly ground coffee, and Han Yu definitely can't grind it.

He said proudly: "I can make instant coffee, I go to the supermarket to buy it, and then we drink coffee and eat, how romantic, don't you think?" He turned his head to look at Fu Yizhang.

Fu Yizheng laughed, and ordered him, "Go to the coffee shop to buy, Geisha, I want three candy."

Brother Yu responded to his wife's needs, and bought coffee as soon as he said he wanted it, which cost him hundreds of dollars.

When Han Yu came back with coffee, Fu Yizheng had already washed up, changed into clean pajamas, and sat gracefully on the sofa in the hall, leaning on the soft cushion.

Han Yu closed the door, walked over, put the bag of coffee on the black LCD coffee table, squatted in front of Fu Yizheng, took out the coffee, held it to his hand, "It's hot, I still smell it when I smell it." It's quite strong, drink it while it's hot."

Fu Yizheng held his hand that was blowing cold outside, took the coffee and said, "Thank you, Brother Yu."

Han Yu sat on the sofa, watched him drink coffee, and rubbed his legs, "Is your back sore, can I give you a massage?"

Fu Yizheng drank a few sips, kissed him, and said with a smile: "Okay."

Han Yu took the cup, leaned over and put it on the coffee table, and asked him to lie on the sofa, while Fu Yiyan lay on the sofa with a pillow in his arms.

Han Yu pinched down his shoulders and neck, and while controlling the strength in his hands, he asked, "Is it comfortable?"

Fu Yizheng leaned his head on the pillow, turned his face to him, and nodded slowly, "It's comfortable."

When Han Yu pinched his lower back, Fu Yizhen shrank obviously. He didn't dare to pinch for a while, and asked first, "Is it too hard to strike?"

"It's not heavy," Fu Yizheng looked at him with a smile, "don't be so nervous, I'm fine."

Even though he said so, Han Yu didn't quite believe it. His voice was hoarse last night. If it's okay, can he sleep until it's dark?

Definitely not.

Han Yu was still worried about him, "Is there any other discomfort?"

"Really not." Fu Yixuan said.

"Really?" Han Yu continued, "Will you feel dizzy?"

Han Yu is like a chattering old man, after finally marrying a young and beautiful daughter-in-law, he is afraid of wronging her.

Fu Yizhen turned over, put his feet on his thighs, put his hands under his head, and looked at him with his mouth slightly curled up, "Brother Yu, it would be great if you were always like this."

Han Yu spat jokingly: "Haven't I always been like this?"

Fu Yizheng was noncommittal and continued to stare at him.

Now that Han Yu is like this, he likes it very much.

Fu Yizheng raised his eyebrows with a smile, hooked his fingertips, "Come here, let me kiss you."

Han Yu went over and kissed him on the mouth, and Fu Yizhang's hand started to ignite on him again, and he snorted twice in a nasal voice, as if to seduce.

Han Yu stopped kissing and quickly grabbed his hand, "Good boy! Shall I make you some hot porridge now?"

Just as Fu Yixuan nodded, Han Yu lightly put down his legs, got up, bypassed the coffee table, and fled to the kitchen.

His back disappeared at the door of the kitchen. Hearing the noise, the smell of rice porridge soon wafted out. Fu Yizheng turned his head and leaned on the arm of the sofa, with his fists on his cheeks, and couldn't help laughing.

For dinner, both of them drank porridge. After the meal, Han Yu cleaned up the table, while Fu Yizhang lay on the sofa and played with his mobile phone.

Han Yu packed up and came to the small sofa to sit and read a book. He also memorized vocabulary and learned grammar.

Because Fu Yizhen was unwell, Han Yu exempted him from homework for two days, and he could do whatever he wanted in these two days.

While Han Yu was studying, he waited on him and let him call him around.

On Sunday afternoon, Fu Yizheng had recovered almost, straddled him energetically, and begged him again.

After the matter was over, Fu Yizhang begged him.

Han Yu bit the bullet and went on.

Once again, Fu Yizhen lay down and rubbed his waist with the back of his foot, "Brother Yu~"

Han Yu trembled all over, moved to the end of the bed, and sat with his back to Fu Yizheng.

He sat at the end of the bed and sighed. He wanted to start school, study, and go to college.Anyway, I don't want to sleep with Fu Yizhen for the time being.

The words memorized this morning, after this toss, disappeared out of thin air, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember it.

After dinner in the evening, it was not until eight o'clock, and the two of them had nothing to do, so they went to bed early and lay down.

It's not too early or too late to go to bed, it's not a good sign to be stuck at this point.

Han Yu hugged Fu Yizheng's shoulder tremblingly, and discussed in a friendly voice: "Yizheng, we have class tomorrow, we can't do that again at night, we need to go to bed early."

Seeing Fu Yizheng staring at him unblinkingly, Han Yu made up his mind and said slowly, "Academics are the most important thing, have you forgotten? If you don't get [-] points in the exam, the two of us have to clean the toilet."

Fu Yixuan was unmoved.

Han Yu kissed his forehead, and Fu Yizhen finally blinked.

Han Yu was like a hooligan, pinching his face with his fingertips, trying to reason: "This kind of thing should be done in moderation, otherwise it will hurt your body."

Fu Yizheng pulled his hand away and said softly.

Obviously Fu Yizheng was not willing to listen, and it was useless to make any rationale.

Han Yu laughed dryly, "I'm disobedient, can Brother Yu lie to you?"

Fu Yizhen suppressed a smile in his heart, leaned his head down and rested his head on Han Yu's shoulder, took out his mobile phone and read the news, while thinking of digging a hole for Han Yu, "How to be moderate?"

Han Yu choked, paused and said, "At least...can't be five, six, seven or eight times a day?"

"Then make a compromise," Fu Yizheng said indifferently, "four times a day."

Han Yu's throat stuck: "..."

He gave up this way of communication, he was too tired, and he couldn't do Tai Chi and knead steamed buns with Fu Yizhang.

He pretended to be serious and said: "There are too many, you can't do this."

Everything Fu Yizhang did was to be humble to Han Yu, trying to make him happy, but now Han Yu is not very happy, and seems to be a little distressed.Fu Yizheng thought about it, and said with a slight smile, "Well, you decide."

Han Yu was dubious: "Really?"

Fu Yizheng hummed seriously.

He felt sorry for Han Yu for a second, Han Yu didn't know what he was thinking, nor did he know his future situation.