The little wolf dog of the actor's house

Zhuo Qingfan fought back mentally.

If he was lucky enough to think that Fu Yunyi was just joking with him, then he would be beaten to death here.

Zhuo Qingfan's skills are good, because in the early years he always took on some costume and martial arts scenes. In order to get closer to the role, he once specially invited martial arts coaches and received systematic studies.

However, no matter how good the skill is, two hands can hardly match four punches.

After a while, the man's defense and resistance movements gradually slowed down, and he suffered a lot of injuries on his body and face because he didn't care about it.

"Well!"

A bodyguard suddenly raised his leg with red eyes and kicked Zhuo Qingfan's knee. Because he couldn't dodge in time, the man's knee gave way and he fell to the ground with one knee.

Another bodyguard seized the opportunity, grabbed Zhuo Qingfan's shoulders, and threw him against the wall with all his might.

"Cough!" Zhuo Qingfan spit out a mouthful of blood after falling to the ground.

Looking at the bright red palms, Zhuo Qingfan felt for the first time that the armed scenes he acted in didn't seem so nonsense, at least, people would really vomit blood after being thrown against the wall.

The two bodyguards glanced at Fu Yunyi, seeing that the other party was still indifferent with his eyes downcast, looked at each other in blank dismay, and walked towards Zhuo Qingfan again.

Zhuo Qingfan was completely exhausted, like a soft-legged shrimp, holding his suffocating heart, gritting his teeth and sitting slumped on the ground with one hand.

"I offended you." A bodyguard said heavily, then raised his foot and stomped on Zhuo Qingfan's shoulder again.

Zhuo Qingfan didn't even move, he was kicked abruptly, his face was as pale as paper because of the pain.

Fu Yunyi still stood aside and didn't speak, just lowered his eyes and fiddled with the gleaming watch on his wrist.

The other bodyguard looked at the blood at the corner of the man's mouth, and couldn't bear to strike anymore, but the master didn't say stop, and they didn't dare to stop, so they raised their fists and wanted to swing at Zhuo Qingfan's chin.

"Enough!" The fist stopped just a short distance from the man's chin.

It was Li Yi'an who stopped shouting.

"Stop hitting!" Li Yi'an yelled at the two bodyguards.

After two seconds of stalemate, the two bodyguards retreated knowingly.

Li Yi'an walked up to Fu Yunyi with a flattering haha, and said with a smile: "Master Fu, look, it's almost like this."

Fu Yunyi didn't speak.

Li Yi'an smiled flatteringly and continued: "I know that you have suffered such a great humiliation, and you must have to tear this person into pieces to relieve your anger, but you have just returned to China, and your father has hopes for you. People are beaten to death, and if the incident becomes serious and it will be heard in Mr. Fu's ears, I'm afraid it will be bad for you."

Fu Yunyi suddenly raised his head, smiled brightly and said, "Director Li, what does this Zhuo Qingfan have to do with you?"

Li Yi'an was stunned for two seconds, then raised the corner of his mouth and said, "What does it matter? It's just that this person approached me before, saying that he wanted to ask me for a role. I didn't think his character was good, so I refused."

Fu Yunyi suddenly said: "It doesn't matter, it's worth you to bring out my father to threaten me?"

Li Yi'an's expression suddenly changed, and he lowered his head suddenly and said, "Master Fu, I am talking too much, I didn't mean to threaten you, I just... well, if you can't get angry, okay, let's continue fighting, okay?"

"Okay." The boy lowered his hands, put down the sleeves of his shirt to cover his watch, and said, "Let's stop here, I'm very tired today, I want to go back and rest,"

Li Yi'an breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, stop here, stop here."

Fu Yunyi raised his eyes, walked slowly in front of the man, and squatted down gently.

Zhuo Qingfan was in so much pain that he couldn't care about the people around him anymore, he could only grit his teeth, pinch his chest that seemed to have broken ribs, and couldn't help gasping.

Fu Yunyi raised his hand to touch the cold sweat on the man's forehead, then stretched out his fingers, along the man's chin, slid down little by little, and slowly reached the man's collar, opened his shirt collar with his fingertips, touched the bruise on the man's shoulder, Softly: "Does it hurt?"

Zhuo Qingfan pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

Fu Yunyi smiled: "Your temper is still the same as before. I remember that once my mother poured boiling water on you, and your head was sweating from the pain, but you still didn't say a word, so stubborn."

Zhuo Qingfan smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled: "That's right, I haven't changed, but you have."

Fu Yunyi touched the bruise on the man's heart and said softly, "How is Mom? Is she okay?"

Zhuo Qingfan's eyes flashed with sharp pain, he was silent for a while and said, "It's been three years since I left."

Fu Yunyi paused with his fingertips, and asked with a trembling voice, "Why did you leave?"

"Stomach cancer." Zhuo Qingfan said in a flat voice, "Don't you remember? When you were in our house, she ate very little, and when you left, she couldn't eat anymore. She was so skinny that she was out of shape."

"Why didn't you get cured?" Fu Yunyi raised his eyes, his clear pupils were filled with mist, and the fundus of his eyes was already red.

To be honest, Zhuo Qingfan felt that he was very cheap, even though he was beaten up by this person just now, he still felt distressed when he saw the child's pitiful appearance.

He couldn't stand Fu Yunyi crying in front of him.

"Don't feel bad." Fu Yunyi reluctantly raised his arm and touched the boy's shoulder: "I was by my side when she left, and she said she had no regrets. She has two sons, the eldest son became a star, and the younger son is a rich young master. No one is more honored than her as a mother, even if she goes underground to compare with others, she can be regarded as a rich wife."

"Why didn't you contact me?" Fu Yunyi's eyes were tainted with madness, and he growled, "You obviously have my number, and my mobile phone number has never changed in all these years, I can't contact you, but why can't you contact me! "

"What did I contact you for?"

"Zhuo Qingfan!" Fu Yunyi yelled out of control, "That's my mother too, she raised me for seven years, shouldn't I take a look at her when she's gone?!"

"Xiao Yi." Zhuo Qingfan coughed lightly, his voice was flat, "Since the day you left, your mother-child relationship with my mother is over."

Fu Yunyi has his own life, why should he drag him into their pain of life and death for no reason. "

He can't be that selfish.