two sons three fathers

The two behind him sat sideways with their backs to each other.

Both Han Yu and Fu Yixuan were flushed, with messy hair and messy school uniforms.Neither of them said anything, Fu Yizheng's lips were bleeding.

Liu Cheng's eyes involuntarily stopped on Fu Yiyan's bleeding lips, and he was dumbfounded.

As soon as Han Yu raised his head, he glanced at Liu Cheng. Seeing that Liu Cheng hadn't turned back, he picked up the book on the table and slammed it lightly, scolding, "What the hell!"

Liu Cheng blocked it with his hand, holding the book, his eyes quickly moved to Han Yu, and he hesitated: "Okay... okay Yu'er?"

Hearing that he couldn't do it, Han Yu rolled his eyes and said, "Shut up."

Liu Cheng laughed dryly, turned around, and let out a few breaths.Can you resolve conflicts like this these days?

Is there something wrong with them, or something wrong with him?

Fu Yizheng's lower lip had a broken skin, and blood was dripping out. He was too impatient, and hit Han Yu's teeth with his mouth.He rubbed his hands on the back of his hands while staring at the floor tiles in a daze.

The brick is blue-gray, square, big and bright.

Han Yu put his hands on his trouser legs, rubbed them, wiped off the fine sweat from his palms, and quietly glanced at the people next to him, trying to find a topic, but when he saw that the back of Fu Yizheng's hand was stained red, he suddenly remembered to give him a piece of paper .

Han Yu dug out a tissue from his schoolbag, touched Fu Yixuan's elbow tentatively, and put the tissue on the side.

Fu Yizheng quickly took the tissue away without turning his head.

Han Yu looked at it and pondered, "Stop making trouble?"

Fu Yizheng stood up suddenly, still turned his back to him, and said angrily, "You wait for me!"

Han Yu: "..." Still angry?Who stuck out their tongue first?How do you feel that he is still at a disadvantage?

fuck.

Fu Yizheng stepped out of the stool, faced the wall, and walked out of the classroom with such a twisted posture.

Han Yu stretched out his head, looked at the quickly disappearing figure, shook his head, and laughed sighingly.

Tell him to wait, kiss him all, wait to kiss again?

Han Yu sat back and pursed his lips to reflect.It's soft and icy when you put it on, and it's soft to bite.After the smell of blood, there is a faint sweet smell.

Because of the close proximity between the two, Fu Yizheng has a faint fragrance, which is very nice.

Han Yu thought to himself: Next time Fu Yizheng provokes him again, just kiss him directly.

How obedient the kiss is, the road will never go away.

He laughed twice, and when he got excited, he pulled the bowl in his hand, and was just pressed down by Fu Yizheng, this kid is really heavy.

Han Yu pulled his mouth in pain, and when he pulled it, his mouth hurt too.Damn boy, it's really serious.I'll go to the hospital tomorrow to see if my hand won't be completely disabled.

Fu Yizheng strode out of the school and returned home in a huff.

He wandered around the house with only two thoughts in his mind: one was that Han Yu had talked about his girlfriend, and the other was that Han Yu kissed him.Put it all together: Han Yu has a girlfriend and still kisses him!

What disturbed him was that he walked from the first floor to the fifth floor, circled around the open-air balcony on the fifth floor a few times, and walked to the first floor again.

In the hall on the first floor, Fu Yitang sat on a chair, and called to his son who was about to go up again, "Baby Yan, come and sit."

Fu Yizhen retracted his foot on the steps, and was in a daze at the entrance of the stairs.

"Baby~" Fu Yitang was wearing a blue cheongsam with swinging hem. He stepped on high-heeled shoes and came over with crisp footsteps. He stuffed the peeled grapes into his son's mouth and said softly, "What's wrong?"

"Spray so much perfume?" Fu Yizhang chewed on the grapes, shrugged his nose and asked, "Where are you going?"

Fu Yitang glanced at him: "Damn boy, I've been guarding you at home for a week, you're all right, why don't I dress up?"

"Oh," Fu Yizheng looked at her eyes and commented: "The cheongsam is too high, what can you cover? The point is that you are very white, and you wear deep lake blue... like a female ghost."

He looked down and felt strange: "No breasts... so flat."

"I have pectoral muscles," Fu Yitang curled his lips: "It looks a little smaller."

His long goose-yellow hair is coiled up, dignified and majestic, his outline is full and upright, his eyebrows are like thin willows, and at the end of his eyes, the eyeliner draws out a slender arc. His squinted eyes are extremely charming: "Have you seen Han Yu?"

"I see." Fu Yizheng said angrily.

"How is it?" Fu Yitang rested his slender fingers on his son's shoulders, pushing him towards the dining table.

Seeing that his son didn't say anything, he smiled and said, "Is he mad at you?"

Going back to the dining table and sitting down, Fu Yizheng ate the grapes handed over to him, and said, "He was fierce and wanted to hit me."

"How did he hit you?" Fu Yitang understood in his heart, and didn't expose him. "Bleeding from the mouth?"

Fu Yizheng didn't move his mouth, and let out a nasal "hum".

Fu Yitang smiled, "You should beat him hard."

Fu Yixuan thought about it, and when he saw Han Yu and the girl hugging each other, he really wanted to hit someone, but seeing that Han Yu was bleeding, he didn't dare to hit him hard.

He muttered: "He likes women, I'm very angry now, and I don't want to talk to him."

Fu Yitang glanced at his son, resting his chin in one hand, picked up the phone on the table with the other, and called up the contacts: "Wait, mom will scold him for you, scumbag."

Seeing that his mother was about to call Han Yu, Fu Yizhang reached for his phone, trying to stop him.Fu Yitang tilted his head, avoiding the outstretched hand, and lightly slapped his son's back with his hand, casting a glance at him.

When the phone was connected, Fu Yitang said in a thin voice, "Han Yu."

On the phone, Han Yu asked uncertainly, "Uncle?"

"Do you know where Yizheng has gone?" Fu Yitang frowned and pouted, "He hasn't come home yet, I'm so worried."

After being quiet for a while, he said to the other side: "...I'm not sure, I'll ask him."

As soon as Fu Yitang's phone was hung up, the phone in Fu Yizheng's pocket rang.

Fu Yitang took it out and picked it up by himself, while Fu Yizheng stood beside him silently.

"Fu Yizheng, your father is looking for you." Han Yu said, "Hurry up and go home."

Fu Yitang held back his smile, without changing his tone: "Han Yu, Yixuan didn't bring his mobile phone."

"...Maybe at a classmate's house." Han Yu said in a lower tone.

Fu Yitang sobbed and said: "His eyesight was just right, so he went out and ran around. He said he wanted to go to school to find you, but I couldn't stop him at all. I don't know what to do?"

Fu Yizhen: "..." Who sent him to school in person.

"Han Yu," Fu Yitang continued, "I can't get in touch with him. He's gone to school. Didn't you see him?"

Han Yu was a little speechless: "See... see you."

"Then where did he go?" Fu Yitang said distressedly: "Why are you not together?"

Han Yu: "...not together."

Fu Yitang took the phone away, and hurriedly called "Yi Yan?" He put the phone back to his ear, and said, "Yi Yan is back, he doesn't seem very happy, I'll hang up first." Then he returned the phone son.

Fu Yizheng hung up the phone, and looked sideways at the person laughing at Yanyan, not knowing what to say.

"Look, he's already starting to feel guilty," Fu Yitang turned on his mobile phone, put it in front of his son, and said straightforwardly: "Silly son, take a look?"

Fu Yizheng hesitated for a moment, then moved his eyes to the phone.

There were several text messages on the phone, one of which was "I, Han Yu, Fu Yizheng's classmate, your family Fu Yizheng is in the hospital, come and pick him up." Followed by the address.

The other is that the fuck said he was awake.

Fu Yizheng stared blankly at Han Yu's reply, almost in seconds.So he has been waiting for news these days?Han Yu knows?

He seemed to understand, but also didn't seem to understand, the logic was contradictory, so he looked at his mother in confusion.

"Baby," Fu Yitang teased him, "Mom will transfer you to another school tomorrow, and you will never have to see him again."

"No!" Fu Yizheng panicked, "What's going on?"

Fu Yitang added oil and sauce, and said vividly: "I don't know how he found you in the first place. He saved you. Mom saw him covered in blood and carried you to the hospital. In the hospital, he still attacked me. Said that you have some good and two short, and even the slightest mistake, he can't spare me!"

After hearing this, Fu Yizheng was stunned for a moment: "...Really?"

"Well," Fu Yitang nodded, and he was aggrieved when he said it: "You didn't see it, but it's so fierce, let alone hitting you, I think he wants to hit me."

Fu Yizheng trembled for a long time, so if he beat Han Yu today, Han Yu probably hated him to death.

Fu Yitang sobbed twice on one side, and pretended to pull his son's collar, wiping away the tears that he didn't have.

Fu Yizheng pulled back his collar in disgust, and said, "...Okay, ancestor, can you stop pretending?" His father, a wealthy director, didn't dare to kill his mother.

His mother turned out to be the owner of a martial arts gym, with an eighth-dan black belt, and could crush Han Yu to death with bare hands, but she usually had a special hobby, such as women's clothing, acting like a baby, crying, and acting when she was free.

Fu Yizhen ignored the sobbing person, and lowered his head to ponder: Maybe... Han Yu just has a good heart and wants to help him, which is different from liking him.

He didn't think it through.

Fu Yitang thought that his son was pondering his thoughts carefully, so the tears he squeezed out flowed back, and he said sternly: "You can't make up girls' minds, and you can't threaten them. If you want to know the answer, go ask Han Yu yourself and ask him why he kissed you."

Fu Yitang understands that if he directly tells his son that someone is interested in him, he will be suspicious.Instead of this, it is better to let him prove it himself.You can't let him do it yourself when you are in a relationship, so you have to teach him when you sleep in the future.

Fu Yizheng skipped the question of the kiss, as a tacit consent, and asked, "What if he doesn't say anything?"

"Then you really should transfer schools," Fu Yitang said flatly.Why isn't this brain open?

Fu Yizhen nodded in confusion, and said: "But, he likes girls, I'm not a girl."

Fu Yitang finished clicking, got up and took the plush shawl, put it on his shoulders and said: "I'll go out to pick up your dad, I won't come back at night, go to bed early, baby."

If you really want to go out, what kind of dress up, excuses.Fu Yizheng thought to himself: I have to go out to open a room again, his parents sleep on the top floor, and he sleeps on the third floor, what can he hear?

Fu Yitang's going out to open a house is only one of them. The second is to invest in a charity fund to support disabled teenagers and children, and to take pictures of the real estate in the alley. Strengthen the current law and order.

Fu Yitang was slender, twisted his waist and walked out.Fu Yizheng looked at the pretentious back, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind: Han Yu probably looks good wearing it.

Fu Yizhen went back to the third floor, washed up, went to bed, and lay down. After thinking about it carefully, he first apologized for what he did, and then asked Han Yu what he thought.

In fact, his mother didn't mention him. He would rather tie up the girl for questioning than ask Han Yu.

Because Han Yu usually beat him or scolded him.

Fu Yizheng turned over, staring in a daze at the dim light of the window, thinking uncontrollably, what if Han Yu really likes girls?

Before he could figure this out, he came up with another idea, that is, to tie Han Yu back and force him to like him.

Thinking about it, Fu Yizhen didn't know when he fell asleep.

The next day, Han Yu returned to school, looked over to Fu Yizhen's seat before he was seated, and class was about to begin, but he hadn't come yet.This kid is really worrying.

Han Yu sat down, withdrew his schoolbag from his shoulders, stuffed it into the desk box, pushed hard twice, but found that he couldn't get in.

The desk box is big, and two of them are usually enough.

He bent down, pulled out the schoolbag, and looked inside, there were several exquisite boxes piled up in the desk box.

Han Yu took them out one by one and looked at them. They were either chocolate or candy, and the candy was strawberry flavored.

this?who bought it for him.

Is it an unknown suitor?

Throw it away, I'm afraid girls will be thin-skinned and embarrassing.

He had to put some on the table first, and put the schoolbag in the table box.

He Huan heard the voice, turned around and asked, "Did you buy it?"

"No," Han Yu looked helplessly at the boxes, "When you came, was there someone who put the boxes on my table?"

"No," He Huan shook his head and said, "I was a little bit earlier than you."

Han Yu asked a few classmates, and everyone agreed that they hadn't seen it and didn't know much about it.

Han Yu was dumbfounded, who is this!