two sons three fathers

Chapter 13

In front of the intersection, a black Maybach stopped abruptly. The people on both sides were all tall and tall. One of them stepped forward and bowed his head: "Ma'am, it's the young master, we..."

Following the sound, the co-pilot's window slowly lowered halfway. The man sitting there was wearing a suit and a windbreaker.He raised his hand to stop the bodyguard's next words, but his slender eyebrows and eyes couldn't see any waves.

He looked at the boy holding his son from a distance, and watched them walk away across the street.

"Let them go," Fu Yitang turned his head, his brows were cold, and there was a chilling aura hidden in his well-understood eyes, and his tone was flat: "Stay outside."

The bodyguard didn't dare to look him in the eyes, nodded, and bent down to open the car door.

Fu Yitang walked down, shrugged his shoulders, and the bodyguard took off his windbreaker.

Fu Yitang walked gracefully, put his white hands on the buttons of his vest, and unbuttoned them, the leather shoes under his feet collided with the road, making a pleasant and clear sound.

He walked step by step into the dark light of the alley, his movements were extremely graceful.

That sound, however, seemed to be a hidden danger, beating the coming alarm bell.

In the alley, there was a voice, "You!"

Outside the alley, bodyguards stood on both sides.

The frightened and short sound came to an abrupt end, breaking through the air, followed by a cracking sound, like some hard object being crushed to pieces.

The whistling wind sounded like a ghost, blowing away the sobs that were too late to spit out, and the bodyguard stood with his expression unchanged the whole time, as if he had already gotten used to it.

When the crisp leather shoes sounded again, Fu Yitang stepped out, walked into the dim light and stopped, took the towel handed by the bodyguard, slowly wiped off the blood stains on the black phone, and put it in his pocket.

"Take them all away," Fu Yitang lowered his head, under the dim light, his fair face showed no emotion at all, and said calmly, "It doesn't matter whether you live or die."

He turned on the phone, and the satellite icon on the phone was still flashing a dim red light. It was his son who sent an emergency signal and synchronized with his phone's GPS.

"Yes." The bodyguards said in unison.

After the bodyguard led the people away, Fu Yitang sat in the dark and cramped carriage, wiping the blood off his hands bit by bit.The shallow light from the window blocked most of the light on his body.

He only drove to the hospital when he received Han Yu's message.

The hospital was not far away, and when Han Yu came holding Fu Yizhang, who was covered in blood, Fu Yizhang couldn't wake up no matter what.

After the doctor infused the fluid, Han Yu scrubbed Fu Yizhang's body clean and put on a clean hospital gown. He heard that Fu Yizhang's breathing became even, so he notified his father to call for someone to come over.

Han Yu glanced at the person lying quietly on the hospital bed, moved his eyes away, held the cold doorknob with trembling hands, gently closed the door, and walked out of the ward.

He went to the doctor to bandage his swollen hand.

When he was in the alley, he had just laid down the opponent and called Fu Yizhang. Before Fu Yizhang could respond, he closed his eyes and fell towards him.

He caught the weight of Fu Yizheng's fall, and was unable to dodge for a while, and was hit by a stick on his wrist, causing a slight bone fracture.

"Change the medicine every two days." The female doctor asked him to sit, bandaged him, and looked at the boy's appearance, and reminded him in a good voice: "The splint can be removed next week if he recovers well, don't use force recently. "

Han Yu nodded, "Yes", thanked him, got up and walked out of the department.

Outside the department, he sat on the cold bench in a daze, smelling the pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with the smell of blood on his body, his brows were furrowed in displeasure.

If it was one step later, the imaginary fear would overwhelm him almost instantly, Fu Yizhen would leave, he would leave him, he lost his eyesight a few days ago, the person who can still laugh, would leave.

Han Yu's face turned pale, his teeth were clenched, and the veins on his forehead were still twitching.The protruding Adam's apple slipped from time to time, as if he was holding his breath tightly, unable to breathe.

In the corridor, a shadow was gradually elongated.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Han Yu slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and the bloodshot spread to the edge of the pupil circle.

He frowned, and said to the visitor: "Why don't you like him, why!"

His low growl echoed in the hallway.

Han Yu stood up, stared at the man taller than him, his eyes were blurred, and his lips trembled: "His eyes are not good, if... I can't spare you!"

He has no distinction between primary and secondary, even his own father dares to be fierce.

Fu Yitang was stunned for a long time by the sudden roar, and after a while, he whispered: "He... wants to find you."

Han Yu's throat was stuck in his throat when he didn't say anything. Seeing that Fu Yizheng's father could cry at any time, he couldn't speak harsh words.

After being silent for a long time, he told me a little tiredly: "He fell asleep and is in the next ward. Take good care of him. I'm home. Let me know if there is anything, including when he wakes up."

He got up, draped his school uniform over his T-shirt, and staggered out the door.

Fu Yitang nodded behind him and said, "Okay."

Fu Yitang immediately decided to take his son home.

When Fu Yizheng woke up, the pain in his body was overwhelming.He slowly opened his eyes, and there was a layer of white light in front of him, a highly blurred outline.

"Honey, you're awake," it was his mother's voice, "you scared mom, can you see clearly?"

"Mom!" Fu Yizheng grabbed his hand tightly, "Where are those people?"

"Let's not talk about that first," his mother kissed his face warmly, and then said softly, "Are you hungry?"

"I want to drink water." At that time, his mother was a step late, and he was going to fight those three people desperately. Fu Yizhen knew that he was safe, so he relaxed and asked, "Where am I?"

The villa area has five floors in total. The bedroom on the top floor is fully heated. Fu Yitang took his son home to take care of him. The doctor is on call 24 hours a day.

Fu Yizheng was dressed in loose pajamas, lying on his side on the white bed, his body sank into the soft mattress, he lost a lot of blood, his lips were pale, his eyelids were about to close, and his expression was very tired.

"At home," Fu Yitang picked up the sippy cup on the table at hand and gave him water, and said again: "Dad has visited you, are you still uncomfortable?"

Fu Yizheng took a sip of water, let go of the straw, lay back, licked his wet lips, and stared intently at the hazy white light in front of him.

He thought about it and called out, "Mom."

Fu Yitang touched his forehead, which was covered with gauze, and frowned slightly: "Baby?"

"Did someone call me?" Fu Yizhao asked.

Fu Yitang: "No."

Fu Yizheng gave a soft "um" and asked again, "What day is it today?"

Fu Yitang answered him one by one, "Friday."

It turned out that after lying down for two days, Fu Yizheng closed his eyes, his lips soaked in water were already dry, he swallowed the bloody saliva in his mouth, and said, "Mom, I want to sleep."

Afraid of disturbing him, Fu Yitang hummed softly, got up and tucked in the quilt, and walked lightly to the balcony.

Outside the balcony, Fu Yitang looked at a sea of ​​forest in the distance, and called her husband, saying that her son had woken up.

After hanging up the phone, he sent another message to Han Yu.

--Han Yu, Yi Yan woke up. "

It was the class break, and Han Yu's phone vibrated twice against his thigh, and he said to Liu Cheng, "Cheng'er, touch the phone for me."

Liu Cheng turned his face sideways, looked at the man with the splint in one hand, and smelled of traditional Chinese medicine, frowned and said, "Yu'er, how long will it take for you to recover?"

"Mobile phone," Han Yu looked at his trouser pocket and said, "I don't know, I'm not a doctor."

Liu Cheng shook his head helplessly, took out his mobile phone, handed it to him, and said, "Next time, everyone will block it with your left hand, and it will be inconvenient for you to eat and write."

"It's also beneficial," Han Yu said while holding the phone with his left hand, unlocking it.

"Benefits? What's the benefit of this?" The phone's screen was so large that it was inconvenient for him to press the password. Liu Cheng squinted and said, "You use fingerprints?"

Han Yu didn't look back, looked at the phone and said, "Isn't this on the right hand? It's wrapped up."

Liu Cheng: "...Just one? We normal people have all ten fingers, so we can use whichever we want."

The math class representative came to their desk at this moment and said, "The math problems are due soon, and they need to be sent to the office before class."

She looked at Han Yu, as if remembering something, and said, "You don't have to pay."

Han Yu twitched his lips, looked first at Liu Cheng, and then at his hanging hands.

Liu Cheng: "..."

Seeing Liu Cheng's expression, the math class representative obviously didn't write, and urged him, "You have to hand it in. The teacher said that Han Yu doesn't need to write for the time being. His hand is not convenient."

Liu Cheng begged: "Sister, I will hand it over later."

The class representative heard the voice of sister, walked away and added: "Hurry up, 10 minutes at most."

Liu Cheng took out his exercise book, buried himself in his homework, and stopped talking to Han Yu.

Han Yu unlocked it and saw a message from Fu Yizhang's father.

He recalled what happened that night, and he was still a little scared, but fortunately he woke up.

Han Yu looked at his hand, shook his arm lightly, and grinned in pain. He knew it hurt at this moment.That damn boy, he made him miserable.

The swelling in his hand disappeared, but it was very inconvenient.

Really, what to do with him if you have nothing to do, a little blind man, not cute at all.

He thought, laughed to himself, and replied the message.

--Um.

Knowing that Fu Yizheng had woken up, Han Yu was relieved and finally able to sleep well, and went to the Internet cafe to work part-time in a good mood on weekends.

The part-time girl gave him a bunch of food, Brother Cheng also came, looked at him and smiled, and asked who he was fighting with?

Han Yu smiled: "Walking, I fell."

"Be careful." Brother Cheng said with a smile.

Han Yu nodded, "Thank you Brother Cheng."

On Wednesday, Han Yu went to remove the splint, and his arm became white, but he still couldn't use his strength.

The homeroom teacher knew about his situation and asked him not to come if he didn't want to study at night. Han Yu was also bored at home and couldn't sleep, so he slept soundly in the classroom.

The evening self-study in Shangyang Middle School is divided into the upper evening and the second evening. In the evening, the students bury their heads in the pile of books, doing homework and reading books.

--

"Baby, where do you want to go so late?" Fu Yitang saw that his son had changed into the school uniform, his eyes were just right, and he was a little worried, "Do you want my mother to send you?"

Fu Yizhen zipped up his school uniform, went to the door to change his shoes, and asked, "Where are those people?"

It was late at night, the villa was brightly lit, and those people were locked in a hut in the suburbs.Fu Yitang said: "In the suburbs, now?"

Fu Yizheng's face was cold, and he stepped on the stairs downstairs with a cold look in his eyes.

When he reached the first floor, he strode out the door, followed by Fu Yitang, and went to the suburbs with his son.

Under the night sky, a black Maybach was speeding along a single road, and the high lights on both sides flickered on and off the faces of the people in the back seat.

The boy's lips were pursed, his expression was heavy, and his brows were tied together, as if it was a natural imprint.

In the suburbs, as soon as the car stopped, Fu Yizhang immediately opened the door and got out of the car. He stepped on the "creaking" wooden board with his sneakers and walked towards the wooden door not far in front of him.

Outside the wooden door, the guarding bodyguards greeted him, "Master."

Fu Yizheng stopped, spread his hands and said, "Gun."

The bodyguard looked at the lady behind, and the lady nodded slightly, then pulled out the pistol from her waist and put it in the young master's hand.

Fu Yizheng held the gun in his hand, pulled the clip, stepped forward a few steps, and kicked open the closed door.Seeing the two people huddled together in the corner with their hands and feet bound, they felt a sense of nausea.

The eyes of the two were covered with black cloth, and when they heard voices, begging for mercy sounded one after another.Fu Yizheng said coldly: "You guys, you don't have to be hard in your next life!"

"Bang bang" two gunshots rang out, and a shrill cry came from the man's mouth. The sound of mourning was trapped in the closed cabin, and he couldn't escape.A pool of blood flowed from the floor in front of the men, and the two quickly passed out.

Everything is the punishment they deserve. Those three people were unlucky enough to meet him, and if they haven't killed him, then they deserve to die. If they were replaced by other people, would they really be as confident as they said in their language?

How many times have they done such a thing in a well-known place.

Want to turn him.

That's what you deserve!