The little wolf dog of the actor's house

He knew Fu Yunyi well. He was timid and insecure since he was a child. He was a child who was desperate for love. Fu Yunyi trusted him so much when he was a child, and even clinged to him when he slept.

However, he betrayed him in an unknowing way.

"Xiao Yi." Zhuo Qingfan tightened his arms, hugged him tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, I'm really sorry, if you feel that you have been hurt, I am willing to make it up to you."

"Compensation?" Fu Yunyi smiled, suddenly pushed the man's shoulder away, stared at the other's eyes darkly and said, "Brother, how do you want to make up? Hmm?"

Zhuo Qingfan's heart softened, this "Brother" brought back too many memories in him, in these years, he had heard this call many times in midnight dreams, in the dream Fu Yunyi was still seven or eight years old, he looked up with his little head , looked at him blankly and said, "Brother, I'm not going anywhere, I just want to stay with you, for the rest of my life."

Every time he wakes up from the dream, he feels very complicated. In fact, sometimes he also doubts whether it was right to send Fu Yunyi away back then.

But, time can no longer turn back for him, things have already happened, Fu Yunyi has been sent away, the only thing he can do is to bless, bless this brother whom he keeps in his heart, to have a better life than him.

"Tell me." Zhuo Qingfan let out a long breath, "What do you want me to do? As long as it can comfort you, I'm willing to do anything."

It was he who made a mistake, he hurt Fu Yunyi, and it was he who pushed him into the vortex of competition and calculation for that mansion again.

He should make amends.

Fu Yunyi smiled: "Will you do anything?"

"Correct."

"Oh." The boy nodded, and suddenly approached Zhuo Qingfan's ear, exhaling softly like the wind: "Brother, how about the two of us having sex?"

"Bang." Zhuo Qingfan took two big steps back, his back slamming against the wall behind him.

"Hiding for what?" Fu Yunyi approached him with a half-smile, raised his hand to touch the man's lips, and said, "Brother, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you've become even more handsome." As he spoke, the boy's handsome face lowered Leaning close to Zhuo Qingfan's neck, he took a deep sniff and said, "Brother, what kind of perfume do you usually wear, why is it so fragrant?"

"Xiao Yi!" Zhuo Qingfan clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead slightly raised, "Don't make such a joke!"

"I'm not joking?" The boy raised his eyes, his eyes were clear and innocent, "I just want to fuck you, seven years, I suffered for seven years because of you, and you took Fu Wanlin 500 million, what should I say, that money , is it enough for me last time?"

Zhuo Qingfan couldn't bear such insult anymore, he raised his hand and wanted to push Fu Yunyi away, but as soon as his hand touched the other's shoulder, he was dragged off by one, and he tightly grasped his wrist and tied him behind his back.

"Fu Yunyi! You, uh..."

Zhuo Qingfan's eyes widened, staring at the extremely handsome face in front of him in disbelief.

The biting and violent kiss on his lips made him frown in pain, but the shock in his heart far surpassed this little flesh pain.

Fu Yunyi is kissing him?

That little kid who called him brother from the bus was kissing him?

That child whom he regards as his own brother is kissing him?

This is something to be condemned by God!

Zhuo Qingfan struggled with all his strength, but he far underestimated Fu Yunyi's strength. His big thin hands bound his wrist tightly like a vise, making it impossible for him to move even a little bit.

The more Fu Yunyi kissed, the redder his eyes became. Finally, those two thin lips could no longer satisfy the irritability in his heart, and the boy began to try to stick out the tip of his tongue to test it.

When Zhuo Qingfan realized that he wanted to pry his mouth open to conquer the city, he finally couldn't bear the horror in his heart, and bent his knees to push the boy's important parts.

Fu Yunyi reacted quickly, and dodged to dodge.

Before Zhuo Qingfan could heave a sigh of relief, the boy punched him hard on the chin with a bang.

The corner of Zhuo Qingfan's mouth was bloodshot instantly.

"Shame on your face." Fu Yunyi squeezed the man's chin and whispered sullenly, "Do you really think I want to kiss you?"

Zhuo Qingfan's eyes widened: "Xiao Yi!"

"Director Li." Fu Yunyi turned his head abruptly, and lowered his voice innocently, "Did you just see that this man forced me to kiss me, do you think that this kind of person who tried to moleste me can be my teacher? "

Zhuo Qingfan felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly raised his head, only to see Li Yi'an and the producer standing not far from them with livid faces.

Obviously, Fu Yunyi knew very early on that this group of people was standing behind them, and all the abnormal things he did just now, including kissing him, were just for show, just for these people to see. .

Zhuo Qingfan was once again shocked by the person in front of him.

Can people change so much?

In just seven years, the boy who could only smile timidly and flatteringly at him has turned into an adult full of tricks and unpredictable thoughts.

"Zhuo Qingfan!" Li Yi'an angrily walked up to him, pointed at his nose and yelled, "You really have the guts of a bear, but you're just an outdated [-]th-line star, how dare you touch him? Master Fu, you..."

"Director Li, are you sure you just cursed?" Fu Yunyi stood aside and interrupted him lightly.

Li Yi'an's complexion changed, he crossed his waist, and winked at the two bodyguards standing behind knowingly, "What are you still doing stupidly? Can't you see that Young Master Fu is being bullied? Why don't you come over and call me?" !"

Zhuo Qingfan froze there in disbelief, until the two big men in black suits walked towards him step by step, he did not believe that Fu Yunyi really wanted to hit him.

"Bang." One of the bodyguards took the lead and swung his fist at Zhuo Qingfan's face. Zhuo Qingfan ducked his shoulders and slammed his fist on the wall, leaving a crater, and white lime fell to the ground. down.

Zhuo Qingfan looked at the small dent in fear, if this fist really hit his face, he would not be disfigured, but his nose would be broken.

Before he could recover, another person's fist hit him again.

Zhuo Qingfan fought back mentally.