two sons three fathers

After Fu Yizhen finished class, he quickly called Fu Yitang.

The ringer rang to hang up, and the mother didn't answer the phone.

There was evening self-study at night, so Fu Yizheng skipped class and ran back to the villa.

In the villa, there were only Yi Heng and the bodyguards, but he didn't see his mother.

Yi Heng combed his hair back, with gray sideburns, and square frameless glasses on his high bridge of nose.The black ironed suit made him majestic and majestic.

He sat with his legs crossed, raised his eyes, and looked at his son who was walking in a school uniform.

This is skipping class again!

It was him who was waiting.

"You still have the face to come back?" Yi Heng raised his hand and waved lightly, and said to the bodyguard: "Bodyguard, throw him out."

Hearing this, Fu Yizheng paused, frowned and said, "Where's my mother?"

Yi Heng sneered and said, "On vacation, come back next year, you don't have a mother now."

The bodyguard stepped forward a few steps, nodded and said, "I offended the young master."

Fu Yizheng dodged sideways, but the bodyguard quickly grabbed his hand, pinned his arm to his shoulder, and easily subdued him.

Fu Yizheng wanted to take out a gun with the other hand, but when he couldn't find it, his father walked up a few steps, grabbed his wrist, took out the gun, took it away, and looked up at him coldly.

"You dare to be arrogant!" Yi Heng scolded in a cold voice.

"Mom!" Fu Yizheng had both hands pressed down, so he could only turn around and howl upstairs, "I know you're at home, why don't you care about your husband? He's going to kick me out, I'm your son .”

"Dear son!"

His voice echoed in the empty hall, and in the echo, he looked upstairs, but his rescuers did not come.

"Boom out." Yi Heng raised his eyebrows.

The bodyguard got the order, grasped the strength, and pushed Fu Yizhang out the door.

Fu Yizheng said loudly: "If you dare to push me, I'll kill you, let me go immediately!"

The bodyguard listened to Fu Yitang first, and the master second, and did not let go of him.

Seeing that it didn't work, Fu Yixuan began to play, jumping with both feet off the ground, trying to sit on the ground without walking.The bodyguard noticed and carried him away vigorously.

The two-meter tall man carried him like a chicken cub.

"My young master chopped off your hand." Seeing that he couldn't break free, Fu Yizheng said again, "Let me go!"

Yi Heng said: "What are you dawdling about? Just throw it out!"

Fu Yixuan struggled hard.

During the struggle, the bodyguard heard the sound of the joints, fearing that he would hurt his bones, so he relaxed a little, and said apologetically, "Master, I also obeyed orders and offended him."

"Mom!" Fu Yizheng shouted hoarsely, "Come out!"

Fu Yizheng was ruthlessly twisted out of the door.The bodyguard glanced at him cautiously, closed the door, and locked the door from the inside.

With the help of the light outside, Fu Yizheng caught a glimpse of the vases on both sides of the door, strode over, and kicked the vase hard.

After the half-person tall vase fell to the ground, it was smashed to pieces.

He looked at the red wrist, rubbed it, and left the villa resentfully.

There was a loud noise outside the door, knowing that the son was smashing something.

Yi Heng ignored him and said to the bodyguard: "He doesn't dare to do anything to you, go down first."

The bodyguard nodded and left.

At this time, Fu Yitang walked down the stairs.

Yi Heng looked up at him, stepped forward to help him, and said warmly, "Yitang."

Fu Yitang had been hiding around the corner on the second floor, when he heard voices from downstairs.

His long hair was scattered over his shoulders, his head was hanging down, and there were tears in his eyes.Just now his son kept calling him, and every sound made his heart tighten and he couldn't breathe well.

He pinched the flesh with his fingertips, gritted his teeth and endured so as not to go downstairs.

Fu Yitang raised his head, and said with trembling lips: "Am I too cruel? Husband, let your son go home, you can give him money. I'm afraid he won't be able to think about it if he leaves like this."

Fu Yitang said, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Yi Heng looked at it and his heart ached.

Yi Heng stopped, clasped his shoulders, and said softly: "He borrowed a loan, and I can pay back everything from the seller for him."

Fu Yitang pouted and nodded.

"I said a few words to him, but he still holds a gun." Yi Heng said again while controlling the volume.

Seeing that his wife didn't speak, Yi Heng continued: "Of course I hope he gets better, and so do you."

"Things can be bought again," Fu Yitang worried about his son, tried to persuade Yi Heng, and said anxiously: "He has no money, and he doesn't even have a place to live if he doesn't pay the money."

Yi Heng clasped his shoulders, asked him to sit down in a chair, and said, "Call Han Yu, the house will be transferred to his name, and I will deal with it at the bank. You haven't eaten yet, why don't you eat something first?"

Yi Heng called the butler, "serve the food first, the vase at the door has been cleaned up and replaced with a new one."

The steward came and did as he was told.

Fu Yitang looked at the table full of dishes, and then at Yi Heng, feeling blocked and in a daze.

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Just as Han Yu lay down, he heard the sound of the door being pushed, and then heavy footsteps came in.

It's Fu Yizhang.

Han Yu opened the curtain, looked at the man who was walking with his head down, and asked, "Where did you go?"

Last night during self-study, he didn't see anyone, and he didn't reply to any news.

"Go home," Fu Yizheng said dejectedly, "I have something to do."

Hearing the solemn tone, Han Yu didn't say what he asked.

And Fu Yizheng was obviously in a bad mood.

When Han Yu's words came to his lips, he changed into a soft tone, and said, "Go and wash first."

Fu Yixuan bent down and went to the bathroom with the washbasin in his hand.

When he heard the sound of the door opening, Han Yu hurriedly raised his head to look, and Fu Yizheng's eyes were slightly red.

Is this crying?

Watching him climb into bed and lie down, Han Yu whispered to him in the curtain, "Who bullied you, tell Brother Yu?"

Fu Yizheng put his arms around his waist, rested his head on his shoulder, and remained silent without speaking.

What's going on here?

Having trouble?

Han Yu thought about it, and said softly: "If you want money, I'll give you another five thousand, but you need to save some money."

Fu Yizheng shook his head, his hard stubble rubbed against his chest.

Don't want any money?

Things are a little serious.

Han Yu said again: "Then after class tomorrow, I will go home and cook for you. You don't need to wash the dishes after eating. I will clean up the things. You are only responsible for eating."

Home?Soon to be homeless.

If the money is not paid, the house will be confiscated next month, and it is Han Yu and his nest.

Thinking of this, Fu Yizheng buried his face deeply in Han Yu's chest, tears welling in his eyes.

After a while, Han Yu still got a response.

Han Yu whispered in his ear, "You don't want to study? Then how many days off will I give you?"

It suddenly went dark.

Lights out at eleven o'clock.

Han Yu didn't ask any more questions, just hugged his shoulder and patted his back to lull him to sleep.

Just after the last class of the next day, Fu Yizhang received a message from the bank reminding him that the repayment will be made on the first day.

Number five mentioned number one?

Tomorrow is number one!

At the same time, Han Yu also received a message from Fu Yitang, asking him to go to the villa to avoid Fu Yitang.

Han Yu was a little puzzled, but thinking it was nothing serious, he didn't tell Fu Yixuan.

They looked at each other with their own thoughts, and said in unison.

"Brother Yu, I'll be home late."

"I have something to do, you go back first."

Nodding tacitly again, they left the school gate and set off separately.

Fu Yizheng rushed to the bank to ask them to argue.

Han Yu went to Yi's house.

After Yi's family came out, Han Yu couldn't calm down for a long time. It turned out that Fu Yizheng lost 2000 million yuan in less than a month, and the house they live in was immediately sold by the bank at a low price to pay off the debt.

However, Fu Yizheng's father told him that he would buy it back and transfer the ownership to his name, but in fact it was still Fu Yizheng.

The driver drove him to Jinyuan. After Han Yu got off the car, he blew the cool breeze on the side of the road for a long time before regaining his senses.

After calming down, he called Fu Yizheng, "I'm home, where are you now?" He knew he was at the bank.

"On the way home, come back later." Fu Yizhang said.He just got out of a quarrel with the bank staff, and now he is at the bank gate.

Han Yu said "hmm".

After hanging up the phone, he tightened his down jacket, put his hands in his pockets, and stood there waiting for Fu Yizheng.

An hour later, a taxi stopped in front of him, and Fu Yizheng opened the door and got out of the car.Han Yu looked at the cheap taxi who had gone away, and then looked back at Fu Yixuan.

Fu Yizheng's emotions were hidden between his slightly frowning brows. Han Yu stroked him, as if he didn't know anything, held that cold hand and led him home.

Han Yu asked as he walked, "What do you want to eat?"

Fu Yizheng's eyes were sore when he heard it, and he clasped his fingers tightly, but still didn't want to talk.

When I got home, Han Yu said, "Go sit on the sofa for a while, watch TV, and cook steak for you."

Han Yu went to the kitchen.

Fu Yizheng sat on the sofa for a while, sighed, got up and went to help in the kitchen, he stood by the stove, pondered for a while, and said, "Brother Yu, I'm sorry."

Han Yu turned the steak over and cracked two eggs in the spare space of the pot, and the oil smelled like meat.He opened the disinfection cabinet again, took out two black plates, and placed the steaks separately.

He turned his face sideways and said, "What stupid words are you talking about?"

Fu Yizheng moved over, hugged his waist from behind, leaned his head on his shoulder, and murmured: "I really don't have anything, I can't keep anything, only you don't despise me."

"Why don't I dislike you? I think you are stupid." Han Yu held the spatula, smiled and turned to kiss him.

After eating, Fu Yizheng cleaned up the dining table and crowded in the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Seeing his clumsy help, Han Yu touched him with his arm and said, "Go wash up, I can do it myself."

Fu Yizhen had no choice but to leave the kitchen.

Han Yu put the dishes and chopsticks into the disinfection cabinet, closed the cabinet door, walked to the door, unhooked the apron hook, turned off the lights and went to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Han Yu sat down at the desk, paying attention to Fu Yizhang's movements from the corner of his eye, and at the same time sent a message to Fu Yizhang's mother, saying that Fu Yizhang was fine, had eaten a steak, and helped with housework.

Fu Yitang said comfortingly, saying that they are all good, let them take care of each other, and come to him whenever they have difficulties.

Han Yu was typing on his mobile phone, no matter what the other person said, he would respond to it one by one.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Han Yu immediately turned off the screen, put the phone back on the table, got up and walked towards Fu Yizheng.

He stopped in front of Fu Yizheng, gathered the open clothes together, and tied the ribbon of the nightgown.

Fu Yizheng hugged him suddenly.

The moist water vapor, and the warm body temperature.

Han Yu's heart moved, he raised his eyes, looked at the half-dry hair ends, and said, "You have something to say to me?"

Fu Yizhen leaned over with his wet head, and rubbed against his face, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said slowly: "Brother Yu, me, let's go find a house tomorrow, shall we?"

As soon as the words fell, Han Yu nodded without thinking, "Okay."