On the Routine of President Wen

"Third Prince, you have to follow your mother obediently for a while, and don't run around, you know?" The woman squatting on the ground in front of her and talking with a gentle smile was Victory Nicholas.

When Fu Yihuan was wondering why the queen was squatting and talking to him, he was shocked to find that his hands were completely out of his control, wrapping around the queen's neck, and then he leaned forward and kissed the queen deeply on the face. After a moment, he nodded with a "giggle" smile and said, "Okay."

When the queen picked up Fu Yihuan and got into the car, Fu Yihuan saw his whole picture from the rearview mirror. The black-haired young lady with short arms and short legs seemed to be another memory kill. Since it was a memory, Fu Yihuan He can no longer dominate his body, and he can only experience everything that has happened as a first-person bystander.

It is estimated that the little prince's childhood had something to do with Luo Heng.

The little prince hummed a song, kicked his short legs rhythmically, looked at the pedestrians and scenery flashing by from time to time outside the car window, saw the car driving into a familiar private area, Fu Yihuan immediately understood that they were going to Luo Heng's room Snowy big villa.

Sure enough, after the car stopped, the queen led the little prince to stand still in front of the villa, and immediately many ladies surrounded her, all complimenting her words and deeds. Fu Yihuan couldn't help guessing that the royal family of E should not have declined at this time.

After the queen politely greeted them one by one, she led the little prince into the main entrance of the villa. While the little prince looked around curiously, Fu Yihuan unexpectedly discovered that the villa was completely different from the white area in his impression. All kinds of paintings are painted on the house, the colors are bright, even to the point of dazzling. For some reason, in Fu Yihuan's eyes, such a villa looks more depressing than a villa that is completely white.

In the middle of the villa was a fully transparent ice coffin, in which lay a beautiful but unusually thin woman. Her pale lips and bluish complexion revealed the fact of her death.

"I heard that he committed suicide by cutting his wrists. He was only found the next morning, lying in the bathtub, covered in blood."

what... what?tub!

Fu Yihuan shuddered all over, he remembered that he had soaked in the bathtub...

"It was discovered by my son! Alas, that child Luo Heng must have been quite frightened."

son?Is that woman Luo Heng's mother?Well, it should be.

The little prince sat on the sidelines and broke his fingers bored, while Fu Yihuan listened intently to the conversation of the woman behind him.

"Scared? How is it possible? I heard that the heir of the Luo family is not an ordinary person. He is very indifferent to everything at a young age. He has been living in this world with Mrs. Luo for a long time. I don't know how the relationship between mother and son is. Mrs. Luo passed away. I didn't see him showing sadness, he still had that cold attitude, and he didn't know where he went now."

"By the way, do you know why Mrs. Luo can't think about it suddenly? With her status and status, what would she not care about? Also, what kind of person is she? How could she be in such a... weird villa? live."

"I heard that Mrs. Luo is a wandering painter. One day when she was traveling around the world, she met Mr. Luo. She was caught in the eye and raped to become Mrs. Luo. She was full of dreams but was locked here, day after day. I always couldn’t get over the hurdle in my heart, and finally ended myself.”

"Then these paintings are all from her pen?"

"Isn't it? Looking at it really makes people feel panicked and has a creepy feeling. Otherwise, let's go out?"

"When you say that, I also feel hairy. Anyway, the memorial service hasn't started yet, so let's go out first."

From these conversations, Fu Yihuan probably knew the cause and effect of Luo Heng's mother's suicide, but more than this, he wanted to know the relationship between the little prince and Luo Heng as soon as possible. Luo Heng's encounter was not a coincidence, or in other words, including the Miranda ball, Luo Heng had arranged it long ago. Maybe in Luo Heng's heart, he had already taken the little prince as his own, and this "early" very Chances are this is the time.

At this time, the little prince jumped off the chair, looked around, and walked towards the farthest room. The queen was talking to someone, and she was negligent for a moment, not paying attention to the little prince's movements, so she let him go away.

After pushing open the door, Fu Yihuan saw the young man sitting by the French window at a glance. His left leg was stretched out on the floor, his right leg was bent and leaned against the glass window, one hand was naturally hanging on the ground, and the other hand was holding a book opened. The book covered her belly, her head leaned against the window, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her eyelids.

Such a peaceful scene was beyond Fu Yihuan's expectation. He thought he would see a depressed and dull boy when he opened the door, but he didn't expect it to be such a handsome young man who gave people a peaceful and quiet life.

Awakened by the approaching footsteps of the little prince, Luo Heng opened his eyes and looked at the little prince faintly: "Who are you?"

Fu Yihuan really felt the little prince's heartbeat mixed with panic and excitement, he puffed out his chest and proudly introduced himself in a soft voice: "This prince is Yihuan Fu Remedios Blasco Nipomocheno Nicholas, don't you know this prince?"

"Third Prince Nicholas?" Luo Heng still maintained the previous posture, speaking without a trace of ups and downs, as if mechanically cold.

"Yes, it's the prince. Who are you?" The little prince walked up to Luo Heng, put his little face close to him, and looked at him closely.

"Me?" Luo Heng chuckled lightly, but there was no emotion in his dark eyes, "I'm just a little devil."

The next moment, Fu Yihuan and Luo Heng's eyes widened at the same time.

I saw that the little prince stretched out his hand and pinched Luo Heng's chin with two fingers, shook it slightly from side to side, and said in a serious voice: "Very good, boy, you have successfully caught my attention."

Luo Heng was stunned for three seconds, then laughed in a low voice "hehe", the little prince curled his lips, held Luo Heng's face with both hands, pressed his forehead against Luo Heng's forehead, and stared straight at him with his light brown almond eyes. Luo Heng: "Don't move! If you move again, I won't guarantee what will happen!"

Fu Yihuan covered his face quite speechlessly, what's the matter with this child?What are they talking about? !

"Oh? What can happen?" Luo Heng leaned back, raised her eyebrows and looked at the little prince.

The little prince looked at Luo Heng calmly: "Boy, don't challenge me easily."

Luo Heng couldn't help laughing again and said: "His Royal Highness the Third Prince is really a man of temperament, hahaha..."

"No, no, you should say 'he who gets me can't get my heart'!" the little prince hurriedly corrected.

"Where did your Highness the Third Prince learn these words?" Luo Heng laughed for a while before stopping.

"Storybooks! Sister Wang reads stories to me every night!" said the little prince cheerfully.

"Storybook?" Luo Heng thought for a while, "Is it called "The Devil's Wife of the Black-bellied CEO"?"

The little prince's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, there are also "The President Loves Fiercely", "The Runaway Bride", "The President's Lover for Three Days"..."

While talking, the little prince sat on Luo Heng's waist very naturally, raised his head and said righteously: "Boy, this prince has his eyes on you!"

Luo Heng narrowed his eyes and looked at the little prince for a long time before asking: "When does His Royal Highness the Third Prince plan to accept me as a concubine?"

The little prince said "um~" for a while, and said, "The queen mother said that I will have a prince and concubine when I am 20 years old."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you."

Fu Yihuan slightly opened his eyes amidst the ping-pong-pong sound, the bright light was extremely dazzling, he was in a trance, and could only barely judge that he was in the hospital at this time, what happened?

Oh, I remembered, Luo Heng asked him to drink.

The coffee table was full of wine glasses, red and white, and they were poured to the brim. He originally wanted to say that he had a stomach bleed from the kick that broke his ribs, and that he had just undergone an operation and couldn't drink, but Luo Heng pointed gloomyly. A table of wine said: "Drink up, I will let the royal family go."

Then, Fu Yihuan drank it. In a big sense, he drank it out of anger, and he didn't know what his brain was like. He didn't think about what to do if he really drank to death. He was just angry with Luo Heng for treating him like this in this system world. , Drink to death, he will be so mad!

And then, he remembered that under Luo Heng's cold gaze, he vomited upside down, his stomach cramped after a while, and finally lost consciousness and fell on the floor, and then entered that memory.

what about now?what's the situation?

Forget it, never mind him...

Seeing that Fu Yihuan fell into a coma again, Luo Heng grabbed Ouyang Haoqian by the collar and shouted sharply, "Save him!"

Ouyang Haoqian pushed Luo Heng away hard, knocked him to the ground with a punch, pointed at him and yelled, "I'm so blind to treat a bastard like you as a brother, and you still refuse to stop kicking him until he's seriously injured, you fucking Are you embarrassed to ask me to save him? What qualifications do you have?!"

Luo Heng got up, stared blankly at Fu Yihuan being pushed into the operating room, and murmured: "I was just angry at that time, he is mine, I waited for him to be 20 years old, only a few days away, but he actually treated me like this , I can't stand it, I..."

"Oh, wait for him to wake up and see if he wants to listen to you." Ouyang Haoqian snorted coldly, turned and walked into the operating room, but stopped at the door of the operating room, "Luo Heng, move a little bit." Is your brain okay?"

When Fu Yihuan woke up, his vision was pitch black, and a familiar smell came from the chest tightly pressed against his side. He moved, wanting to change to a more comfortable position, and the next second he heard Luo Heng's hoarse voice: "What's wrong? Does it still hurt?"

"Don't you think it's a bit crowded for two big men to lie on this hospital bed? Luo Jie..."

"If you dare to call me like Ouyang Haoqian, I promise you will regret it!"

With that said, Luo Heng moved back, and Fu Yihuan had room to stretch. He moved cautiously, breathed a sigh of relief, pulled away Luo Heng's hand that was gently wrapped around his body, and said sarcastically: "Boss Luo What is this for? Hit the mallet and give me a candy?"

"I checked that matter. Alan Baker committed suicide in front of me. Although he didn't confess who was behind the scenes, he said he was innocent with you. I was wrong, I'm sorry." Luo Heng buried his face in the Fu Yihuan hugged him again.

"So? What does Mr. Luo want? Let me fulfill my promise to accept you as my concubine?"

Luo Heng held Fu Yihuan's shoulder tightly, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "I thought you forgot."

"I did forget, but I remembered it intermittently when I was in a coma."

"My mother couldn't leave that cage, and I was also locked there. Her death is a relief for us." Luo Heng took a deep breath, and his deep voice was filled with imperceptible sorrow, " Like everyone else, she thinks I'm an unintentional demon. We hate each other, but we have to live in the same place. But I don't know why, but when she died, I felt that the whole person was even more empty. At that time, you appeared , the arrogant little prince actually threatened to fall in love with me as a demon, I have expectations, maybe you can fill my gap with sincerity, I wanted to wait for you to be 20 years old, but I couldn't hold back and jumped in front of you."

"Then why didn't you make it clear at the beginning? You even targeted me everywhere?" Fu Yihuan turned his head and fixedly stared at Luo Heng.

"I'm talking about what you said to me back then."

Fu Yihuan: "..."

"There are still five days, you will keep your promise, right?" Luo Heng said softly.

"Sorry, no."

Luo Heng froze: "Why...why?"

"If you do something, domestic violence happens for a while, but the harm stays for life." Fu Yihuan sneered.

"I'm sorry, I... I have a demon in my heart... On impulse..."

"Yo, it's really fresh. President Luo's crimes are all blamed on the devil Satan in his heart, and the feelings are all his fault?"

"Ahem, no, it's my fault, it's all my fault. Then..."

"Let's put this matter aside for now. I want to find out the perpetrator first."

"Don't worry, Ouyang and I are investigating that matter, and we already have some clues."

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Thank you "Yueminga" irrigation nutrient solution

Cough cough, this chapter...isn't it cruel...(oAochuan)