two sons three fathers

He wanted to catch him before Han Yu contacted his cousin and called the police.

When Fu Yizheng heard this, his headache was about to split.

The blood in his whole body was flowing backwards, his whole body was trembling, and his eyes were soaked red with anger.

He forcefully kicked the door in, kicked the boy on the waist again, kicked him to the ground, then stepped forward a few steps, and slapped Ji Sining hard on the face, hitting him twice. , and the boys fell together.

"Ji! Si! Ning!"

Fu Yizheng's voice hovered in the room, trembling at the end.

Ji Sining raised his head and covered his face, blood left the corner of his mouth, and looked at him who came in in horror.

Fu Yizhen took out the pistol in his pocket very quickly, moved the trigger, and aimed it at the middle of his forehead.

Hou Yanxiao shrank his black pupils, subconsciously opened his arms to block Ji Sining.

"Shoot".

Sub. Popping boring, piercing away, the sound of breakdown.

His pistol had been remodeled, with heavy bullets and high speed. The bullets grazed the hair on the top of Hou Yanxiao's head and shot through the white wall behind them.

A gust of wind with the smell of gunpowder brushed the ends of his hair, Hou Yanxiao closed his eyes tightly, and his chest heaved unceasingly.

Fu Yizheng's cold voice sounded again: "You better hope that Han Yu is fine!" His thin lips trembled, and his teeth snapped, "Otherwise!"

Otherwise, he killed the two and buried them with him.

Ji Sining's arbitrary and reckless behavior touched his bottom line.

"Cousin!!" With tears streaming down his face, Ji Sining came over on his knees, his trembling arms trying to pull him.

Fu Yixuan didn't look at it, turned a deaf ear, caught a glimpse of Han Yu's backpack on the sofa, stooped to pick it up, turned around and left.

He didn't want to see his little brother at all.

He was on the phone and hurried downstairs.

"Mom, Han Yu is missing, help me find him quickly." Fu Yizhang stepped on the stairs and ran down, "Let Dad look for it together."

Fu Yitang responded repeatedly.

After Fu Yizhen finished speaking, he hung up the phone, ran outside, and ran towards the community, thinking where Han Yu would go while running.

Where can he go?

School, the first ruled out.

24-hour banks, shopping malls, will Han Yu go to a place where he can sleep? Will he go home after such a long time?

He didn't have the key to the first door of the house, so he couldn't open it.

The second one was also ruled out at home.

Fu Yizheng couldn't see clearly. In the dark night, he was close to blindness. He searched for nearby banks, shopping malls, and parks along the road.

He searched everywhere, again and again.

He ran out of the last gate of the park. He fell and his black clothes were stained with dust. He squatted on the side of the road and wailed.

"Ah! Ah! Ah—"

The torment of anticipation drove him crazy, and the collapse came like a flood breaking a bank.

Fu Yitang looked for the south gate, and his son looked for the east gate. When he came out from the south gate, he heard crying, hurried forward to look, and stood beside him quietly.

Fu Yizhang leaned on his lap, strangled his knees tightly, and begged him regardless, "Mom, I beg you, please save him, get him back, get him back, I can't live without him!" , find him back."

Fu Yitang pursed his lips, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and patted him hard.

Fu Yizheng cried and trembled.

People who searched in other places reported one after another, and they still found someone for the time being.Yi Heng has been adjusting the monitoring for a while, and there is no information.

One is missing, and the other is crying like this.

The son's eyes are not good yet, Fu Yitang is also a little impatient.

Now we must find Han Yu first.

I just have to be patient and wait for Yi Heng's news.

The waiting time passed by second by second. Fu Yitang listened to his son's hoarse crying and stroked his ups and downs back, his heart was hanging high and he was very uncomfortable.

Although he heard his son tell the whole story, Fu Yitang didn't care about Ji Sining anymore.

A melodious music sounded suddenly.

interrupted the oppressive atmosphere.

It was Fu Yitang's phone that rang.

Fu Yitang hurriedly got the phone in front of him, and saw that it wasn't Yi Heng, but it was also a familiar number.

Before I answered the question, the inside spoke first, and the words sounded in a correct voice.

"Hello, Mr. Fu, we are Jinyuan Property Management. When the security personnel patrolled, they found an injured boy lying in front of your house. It was the same as the school uniform that your son often wears. I would like to ask if you know him?"

The property manager hurriedly added, "He has a high fever and is seriously injured. We will notify you as soon as we find out."

Fu Yitang said: "I'll be right back."

Female property owner: "OK."

Fu Yitang quickly hung up the phone.

"Mom?" Fu Yizhen raised his bloodshot eyes, "Is that Han Yu?"

Fu Yitang took his son's arm and pulled him up, "He's at home, go back now."

Fu Yixuan wiped away tears and got up quickly.

They drove towards home, and after a while, a message from Yi Heng came, saying that Han Yu had run into Jinyuan, and told them to go there immediately.

Fu Yitang hummed and hung up the phone.

Han Yu had a high fever and didn't dare to delay for a moment. His feet were oiled again.

The sound of the engine roared all the way, and the Porsche drove away.

After swiping the card to pass the security check, Fu Yitang's car drove straight to the front of the house, but before the car stopped, Fu Yizheng opened the door and got out of the car, stumbling towards the person lying in front of the door.

His hot tears hit Han Yu's body, his arms trembled, he picked him up, and hugged him tightly.

Han Yu was covered with a thin quilt, which should have been sent by the property owner, but he didn't dare to touch him.

Fu Yitang then got out of the car, stepped forward and stretched out his hand, begging, "Here, Mom, go to the hospital first."

Fu Yizheng nodded in a daze, completely listening to his mother.

Fu Yitang uncovered the quilt, bent down to pick up Han Yu, turned around and returned to the car, loaded Fu Yizhen on, and hurried to the hospital.

Han Yu had a fever for two days, and the fever subsided in the afternoon of the second day. Before he woke up, he hadn't opened his eyes yet, and the pain hit his body like crazy.

Han Yu's breath was filled with the smell of disinfectant water and a faint scent of roses.

Under the black eyelids, the eyeballs rolled a few times without opening, and the eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties, so that the eyelids could not be lifted.

Han Yu raised his hand with great effort, and soon lowered it again.

Suddenly, something jumped onto the bed, lifted him up, and leaned his back into his broad embrace.

Such a warm hug.

Han Yu's eyelashes twitched twice, his lips moved, and he shouted in his heart: I'm so hungry, where's the meal~

His nerves snapped and he passed out again.

"Brother Yu, Brother Yu?" Fu Yizheng hugged him and patted his face, "What do you want to say?"

Fu Yitang sat on the bed with him, looked up, "Let him sleep for a while."

Han Yu was tired and sleepy, and now his fever has subsided, but his spirit is still weak.

Fu Yizhen still hugged him, did not move, did not get out of bed, and lay down, pulled the quilt to cover Han Yu's shoulders, and gently pulled the hand with the indwelling needle into the quilt to cover it.

Fortunately, it is a VIP ward, and the bed is big enough.

"Baby, are you hungry?" His son has lost his appetite for the past two days. Fu Yitang saw that Han Yu woke up, so he asked him, "What do you want to eat?"

"Don't eat," Fu Yizheng leaned his head on Han Yu's back, "I will only eat when he wakes up."

Fu Yitang laughed, took an apple, took out the waist knife, took out the silk handkerchief in his arms, wiped the surface of the knife, and began to peel the apple.

He cut off a piece of flesh, "Eat it?"

Fu Yizhen shook his head, "No."

Fu Yitang ate it by himself, chewed slowly and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Fu Yizhen understood that his mother was testing his attitude, and when he thought of what they did to Han Yu, his eyes became fierce, and he said, "I can't spare them."

Fu Yitang slowed down his chewing movements, glanced at his son, drooped his close eyelashes, thought for a few seconds, and never said anything.

He wanted to help Ji Sining, but seeing his son's attitude, he couldn't take the initiative to say something about turning around.

Fu Yizheng looked at his mother's eyes, knew what he was thinking, and said: "When Brother Yu wakes up, let him decide."

Hearing this, Fu Yitang felt a little relieved. Han Yu's handling method must be much better than his son's.

He watched Ji Sining grow up, so he had a lot of affection. If his nephew made a mistake, he, as an uncle, was also responsible.

Fu Yitang sighed faintly, wiped the knife clean, put it back on his waist, and smiled slightly: "Okay."

Han Yu woke up again, it was already night.

After eight o'clock, when he opened his eyes, he was stunned for two seconds, and then he opened his eyes wide and shouted, "Fan, where is the rice!"

Fu Yitang went home, and in Nuo Da's ward, only Fu Yizhen was sleeping on the edge of the bed.An IV drip in the afternoon, afraid of crowding Han Yu, he got out of bed and went to sleep.

Hearing the sound, Fu Yizhang hurriedly stood up and responded, "Brother Yu!"

Seeing Fu Yizheng, Han Yu's eyes were sour, and he wanted to cry. Thinking about it, he really cried.

What a fucking life.

I don't know how many meals I'm hungry.

Seeing him cry, Fu Yixuan wanted to cry too, and they hugged each other and cried.

I cried for a while.

Han Yu patted his shoulder and asked, "Why are you crying too?"

"Seeing you cry, I feel uncomfortable, I feel uncomfortable," Fu Yizheng sobbed.

"You sent me here?" Han Yu let go of him, and turned around to look around the ward.

The ward was big, bright and warm, and there were two beds. Unlike the cold floor, the beds were also very soft.

Fu Yizheng asked him, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Han Yu looked at his wrist and wrapped it in gauze. It seemed that Fu Yizhang came home, found him at the door, and sent him to the hospital.

Han Yu shook his head, "Fortunately, I want to eat."

Fu Yixuan hurriedly ordered a meal.

About half an hour later, a nutritionist came over with a lunch box.

Fu Yizhen put down the dining board, put down the lunch box, and filled out half a bowl of soup, "Drink some soup first."

Han Yu's face was pale, his mouth was flattened, and he felt aggrieved.

The infusion was all soup and water, and he ate anything hard. Han Yu pouted slightly, shaking his head, and muttered, "I want to eat rice and meat. I'm very hungry."

Fu Yizheng was holding the bowl, soft-hearted and embarrassed at the same time, when he woke up and ate something indigestible, he was afraid that his stomach would be uncomfortable, so he frowned and said: "...But?"

"You don't love me anymore," Han Yu said a little waywardly after hearing this, "I want to eat meat."

"Then... have a couple of sips first?" Fu Yizhang held the bowl and tilted his head to look at him tentatively.

Han Yu nodded, agreeing, "OK."

After taking two sips of the soup, he asked Fu Yizheng to serve a large bowl of rice with spikes, topped with vegetables and sliced ​​meat, mostly meat.

Han Yu seemed to be fleeing from famine, and couldn't wait for Fu Yizheng to feed him slowly, so he grabbed the bowl by himself, brought it to his mouth, and ate the rice with big mouthfuls.

He vomited like a wolf.

He ate too fast, dropped a few grains of rice on the bed, and stained his blue hospital gown.