two sons three fathers

Running to the classroom, Fu Yizhang sat back in his seat, took out the mobile phone at the bottom of the schoolbag, lowered his head, his bright black eyes focused on the screen carefully, and swipe the mobile phone page with his thumb to browse.

He went through the news first, and there was no new content under his father's fucking news.

Fu Yizhen frowned and thought: If it was posted, Han Yu should have deleted it too.

He exited the text message and boarded the cloud, where there was a folder containing videos and photos.

The video is the operation record, and the photo is when the mobile phone is turned on. Everyone who uses his mobile phone except him will be captured by the camera.

Under the folder, the first thing that catches the eye is a top view of a small grid, which can clearly see who it is.

Fu Yizheng's fingers curled slightly, hovered over the screen, and then tapped the picture.The picture was enlarged, and the person inside was photographed at the chin, with only one head.

The black hair spread out between the foreheads, and there was a mobile phone light spot in the foggy gray pupils, and the light blue pupil circles were clear and bright, and the expression was a little happy.

He flipped through the video, but only manipulated the phone book. He probably guessed that Han Yu had written down his parents' numbers.

Then Han Yu's number must have been left on his father's cell phone.

After figuring it out, Fu Yizhen wanted to laugh, Han Yu naively thought that it would be useful to sue his family, he was really naive.

Take his mobile phone, the last time he was wronged, the last time he was punched, it made his face hurt for a few days.

He held grudges and made up his mind to take care of Han Yu sooner or later.

But this photo stands up to the angle.

Fu Yizheng looked at it, and saved the picture to a separate folder on his phone, which also contained the backside photo he took last time.

He put away his phone, with a mocking arc on his mouth, slowly got up from his seat, and walked out of the classroom.

In the afternoon, when Han Yu returned to the classroom, there were only a few students sitting here and there.

He raised his head, glanced at Fu Yizheng's empty seat, and couldn't help but think about what happened at noon.

Fu Yizheng's father is very young and the most beautiful person he has ever seen, but the behavior of the whole family is weird.

In fact, he can't say that he hates Fu Yizhen that much, as long as he doesn't mess with him.

Thinking of Fu Yizheng, that hand is so cheap!He touched his high voltage wire three times and four times.

When Han Yu was in a daze, the students in the class had already entered the classroom to sit down one after another. Suddenly the light in front of him was blocked, and he turned his head naturally...it was Fu Yizhen again.

Fu Yizheng stood straight outside the door with his hands in his pockets, the red color of his school uniform made his complexion whiter, with his lips tightly closed, he turned sideways, and was looking down at him.

Han Yu was stared at by him for a while, and he was furious, and said coldly: "gun~"

Fu Yizheng snorted and sat down in the empty seat next to him.

Han Yu's eyes moved to the person sitting down. Seeing that Fu Yizheng ignored him and was still sitting, he leaned over, grabbed the clothes on Fu Yizheng's shoulders, and kept clenching them tightly: "You have no place?"

Fu Yizhen didn't even look at him, he stretched out his hand and pulled back his clothes, pulled and patted the wrinkled clothes flat.

He took out the textbooks for the next class from the stack of books on the table, and spread them out calmly.Obviously ready to sit here.

Hearing the movement, He Huan leaned back a little, and discussed: "You two don't fight... If you must fight, try, try to restrain yourself."

"No." Fu Yizheng flipped through the pages, and said calmly.

Han Yu looked at what trick he wanted to play, moved away a little, raised his head and said slowly to He: "Don't worry, it won't affect your lecture."

He Suan herself is very enthusiastic, knowing that the two behind her are fighting every day, and she is afraid of accidentally hurting her.

But thinking of Gao Yanzhi behind him, I still couldn't help being happy.

In the middle of the class, He Huan couldn't listen anymore, so he wrote a note, folded it and put it on the back table.

At the back table was Fu Yizheng. He took the note and opened it, asking him if he wanted to play a game?

He wrote the word "play", crumpled the note, touched the girl's arm with the tip of the pen, and passed it back.

The two of you came and went and played with you drawing and guessing.

Han Yu is practicing calligraphy, he can do everything in class except not paying attention to the class, watching their notes passing from the corner of the eye... what else?

This cerebral palsy didn't come to find fault, but wanted to pass a note to him at the front desk?

He glanced at He Huan out of the corner of his eye, this girl is pretty, but her handwriting is so ugly that sometimes he even guesses, but he doesn't know what her handwriting is.

He wrote two articles, and the two next door were still playing, laughing lowly from time to time.Han Yu stopped writing and glanced at Fu Yixuan beside him.

Looking at him, seeing him smiling, Han Yu looked at him openly.

Regardless of conscience, this cerebral palsy is really handsome, with short black hair, his appearance is between a teenager and an adult, a bit mature, and his smile is intriguing.

Why didn't he notice this person in the class before? No, he probably didn't notice that there was such a person in school.

If he pays attention, he won't get into trouble with Fu Yizheng.

With this face, how could he be willing to do it?

Han Yu secretly sighed: In the final analysis, it is still too irritating.

"Have you seen enough?"

The air flow pierced through the cool air, and the laziness of the boy's voice entered the ears with every detail.Han Yu looked up and looked into Hei Liang's eyes.

Fu Yizheng stopped playing games suddenly, turned his face sideways, with a casual smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Has my handsomeness affected your writing?"

"..." This face really couldn't conceal the attribute of cerebral palsy, Han Yuyuan turned back his face, and said confidently: "You are so narcissistic, compared with me, you don't know how many Fengcheng you have separated, Brother Yu is your forever A chasm that cannot be crossed."

"Brother Yu?" Fu Yizheng said to himself, shaking his head and laughing.

"Get out of class after class," Han Yu turned around and continued flipping through the copybook, "Don't be so annoying to me."

"What a day," Fu Yizhang said coldly, "I'll tear your mouth apart sooner or later."

"Come on," Han Yu smoothed the copybook, "it's not sure who will tear it up."

"Seriously?" Fu Yizheng's voice squeezed through his teeth, as if asking for advice.

Holding the pen, Han Yu copied it stroke by stroke... "Fu Yizheng!"

Fu Yizhen withdrew his hand from pinching his face.

There was a loud bang, and the female teacher in class couldn't bear it anymore, smashed the book on the table, put her hands on the table, looked at them and yelled angrily: "Han Yufu, have you two touched enough? After talking about a class, your mouth leaked? "

All the heads in the front row turned around with burning eyes.Han Yu fell silent and clenched his fists.

The teacher rolled his eyes and resumed the class. After a while, the class returned to a loose atmosphere.

Fu Yizheng lightly twitched his fingertips as if reminiscing, looked at the still clenched fists of the person next to him, and said in a voice that could be heard by both of them: "Why, do you want to hit me?"

Naked provocation, Han Yu ignored him.

"say?"

"Why don't you speak?"

"Little mute, little deaf man, are you angry?"

"..." It's interesting to have a response, but Fu Yizhang himself lost interest.

As soon as the teacher left after class, Han Yu said sternly, "Go back!"

Fu Yixuan rolled his eyes, listening to it made him extremely unhappy, he folded his hands in front of him, sat roguely, and did not leave.

Han Yu: "..."

He stood up, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the books on the table, and wrapped them into a ball.

Fu Yizheng got up quickly, took out one of the thickest books, and held it in his hand.

The two each took their books and started chasing and beating each other.

He Xu looked at the footprints on her desk. After Fu Yizhen jumped off, it belonged to Han Yu again. She hurriedly persuaded her: "Stop beating. The head teacher will come later, why are you fighting again?"

You chased after me, and Han Yu grabbed Fu Yizheng's school uniform in his hand, pulled him hard, and greeted his back with the book tube, "I made you so cheap!"

Fu Yizheng turned around and fought back: "You try hitting me again?"

"Try it, just try it," Han Yu couldn't bear any loss, and beat back fiercely, cursing at the same time: "touch my face, touch my back, if you want to show some face, it's all on my head!"

He Huan: "...." Is there something wrong?

The other students looked confusedly at the two who ran around the classroom and hit the podium again, confused, curious, and begging for information.

Fu Yixuan was hit on the head a few times, and Han Yu didn't see him come to school the next day.

He didn't use all his strength yesterday, so he worriedly asked Fu Yizhang's deskmate, it turned out that he had asked for leave.

When Han Yu heard it: "..." It's so serious, is it really brain-dead?

At the same time, Fu Yizheng had gone abroad with Fu Yitang for a physical examination.

Fu Yizhen is not a mother's fetus, he is an artificial embryo, the son of Fu Yitang and Yi Heng, the chairman of a well-known domestic group, Yi Heng is his real father, he is very similar to his father in terms of genes and appearance .

More than ten years ago, domestic embryo technology was not very mature and the procedures were complicated, so they chose an authoritative foreign company to do gene synthesis.

Fu Yitang wanted a child that belonged to them, and for this, Yi Heng spared no expense.

But Fu Yitang's DNA and Yi Heng's DNA are mutually exclusive, and after numerous failures, only one succeeded in the end.The cells grown in vitro are under harsh conditions. After Fu Yizheng developed to have the characteristics of life, there was a problem with the nutrient solution, and there was also a rejection reaction.

Therefore, he needs to return to foreign institutions for physical examination every year to check for mutation reactions.

After Fu Yizhen finished the inspection, he and Fu Yitang set off back to China the next day.

The warm light of the red sun filled the entire villa area, and the sun shone into the room in the high-rise building. In the bedroom, Fu Yitang's nightgown was open, and his white neck was covered with red marks.

Yi Heng got up early and made trouble for a while, and now he has gone out.He raised his hand to brush away the messy hair, picked up the landline, and called downstairs.

"Hello, Mom?" The boy's voice was a little hoarse, he should have just woken up.

"Baby Yan, have you been feeling sick lately?" My son will have different symptoms every year, but they are all short-lived. Fu Yitang asked worriedly, and with his other hand on his arm, he said softly, "Do you want to go to school today? "

"No," Fu Yizheng said in a clearer voice, "What time is it?"

Fu Yitang turned his head, looked at the wall clock next to the wedding photo behind him, leaned back and said, "It's past nine."

Fu Yizheng's voice suddenly became louder, "Mom, I'm late!"

He rushed to school and had already attended two classes.

His deskmate looked at the people who ran into the classroom, and said with a faint smile, "You are here, I thought you had asked for leave, and I helped you make the class notes. I haven't had time to write them this morning."

"Thank you," Fu Yizhen put down his backpack and said, "You don't have to help me do it."

The girl smiled and said, "It's okay."

Fu Yizhen: "I'll buy you a drink this afternoon."

The girl nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."

Fu Yizhen likes to write and draw in books, which are full of books. He never reads what he writes, and he doesn't like to learn.

Han Yu came back from the bathroom, sat on the seat, propped his head on his hands, and played with his pen in boredom. In a blink of an eye, he saw someone chatting happily with his deskmate.

Fu Yizheng turned his head and looked across the distance of a few meters between the tables.The classmates walked past without blocking the straight line of sight.

what to see!

The pen at Han Yu's fingertip landed on the table, and he stared back.

A layer of grayness flashed across Fu Yizheng's eyes, and when he blinked and opened them again, the cute person a second ago was staring at him with puffy eyes.

He didn't pay attention to the subtle changes in his body. He wanted to play tricks on Han Yu only because of the outcome.