On the price to pay for changing the plot

Fu Yiyuan closed his eyes, bowed his body and hugged his head, Zhang Ma couldn't persuade him, so he had to reheat the food again, and went upstairs to rest silently.

There was no human voice in the luxuriously decorated hall, and it was deathly silence. The boy lying on his side on the sofa hugged himself into a ball, which was the baby's initial posture in the mother's womb. With a little fanning, it was covered with a layer of crystal water droplets, and the thin water marks scratched the boy's face, "Ninth Uncle..."

At nearly eleven o'clock in the evening, Fu Heng sent the beautiful woman back to the residence, and then hurried back slowly. The moment the door opened at the entrance, the young man rushed into his arms, "Uncle Jiu..."

"Haven't you slept yet?" Fu Heng could hear his hoarse voice, and couldn't bear to push him away, stroking the boy's soft hair with his slender hands, whispering.

Fu Yiyuan hugged his waist, rubbed his head sticky against his hand, coquettishly: "I haven't eaten yet."

His fine eyes glanced at the cold food on the table, he pulled away the boy in his arms, tugged at the tie that stretched his neck, and hung the suit on the hook, "Why don't you eat?"

The boy Fu Yiyuan who was reprimanded lowered his head. Fu Heng couldn't see the expression on his face, but could only hear the boy's disappointed words: "Uncle Jiu didn't come back today, I can't eat..."

Fu Heng rubbed his head, how could he still like to cling to him even though he was so big, he said before that he would not come back tonight, he sighed and sat down on the sofa, he patted beside him and said, "Sit here."

Fu Yiyuan sat beside him without saying a word, looking at the man's delicate profile with his round almond eyes.

"Fu Yiyuan, you have to learn to be independent, Uncle Jiu, it's impossible for him to be with you forever."

When Fu Yiyuan finished speaking, tears poured out. This man told him that it was impossible to be with him for the rest of his life. This man who thought of everything for himself never thought of standing by his side forever.

"...I'll get you a bowl of noodles," Fu Heng fled into the kitchen in embarrassment. The child he had raised for eight years cried in front of him. There is still a long way to go, and the young man needs to go on alone, and he needs to defend the title and become king.

Fu Heng, who walked away, didn't see the child's unusually gloomy face behind him, and those innocent and innocent eyes were mixed with impurities, making them dim and unclear.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Fu Yiyuan got out of bed with bare feet. He didn't sleep well all night. When he got out of the bedroom, he heard Fu Heng's voice in the study. He was a little more serious than usual. In the seam, the man sat in the backlight with an indifferent expression.

"Have you found it?"

"Well, deal with it as soon as possible."

The man hung up the phone, raised his head and met Fu Yiyuan's eyes, he was startled, and said inside, "Why are you still standing? Do you want to be late for class?"

As soon as he reminded him, Fu Yiyuan immediately ran downstairs, if he was late, he would be scolded.

After the boy left, Fu Heng collapsed on the chair as if out of breath, the outside sun shone on his face, making it snow-colored.

At noon, Fu Heng drove to pick up Zhang You. Since the two established a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, they have always been respectful to each other. They have done all the things men and women do together, but Fu Heng has not experienced the taste of love from it. This way of getting along is really monotonous.

When the two entered the restaurant, Fu Heng's phone rang before he could sit down. He glanced at it and saw that it was Fu Yiyuan's number. Class was over at this time, and he was usually picked up by his driver at noon. At this time, it should have been Why would you call yourself after eating at home?

"what happened?"

The person on the other end of the phone laughed, "...Master Jiu."

Fu Heng squeezed the phone tightly, the person on the other end didn't wait for him to speak, and said in a good mood, "Young master is really good."

"What do you want?"

"What don't I want to do, as long as Master Jiu shows some sincerity, then I will naturally let the young master go."

The calmness on Fu Heng's face was broken for a moment, and he tried to steady his voice, "tell me your conditions."

"As long as Master Jiu stops chasing me and prepares 500 million yuan by the way, the young master will be able to return to school safely."

"address."

The other party reported a place on the phone, Fu Heng immediately picked up his clothes, and frowned hurriedly at the woman who had been sitting there without speaking, "Sorry."

Zhang You put the clothes on his hands, "Go."

Fu Heng was in a hurry at this time, and told his younger brother to prepare 500 million yuan, and went straight to the agreed place without thinking about it.

When he arrived, the man was already waiting there, and Fu Yiyuan was tied to a pile of discarded wood by him, and he was already unconscious.

"Jiu Ye, long time no see, you are more handsome than before," the man sitting next to the young man casually praised him, the scar on his face was distorted by his smile.

"Wan Lin, I have already prepared the money, you let him go," Fu Heng didn't bother to go around in circles with him, Fu Yiyuan didn't look very good, he didn't dare to take risks.

The man squinted his eyes and turned around Fu Yiyuan's face, then looked at him with an inexplicable smile, "It's really surprising that a man as grand as Master Jiu is so nervous, young master."

Fu Heng's face was as frosty, the man opposite him held his handle, Qicun was held, he was passive and unable to think.

Wan Lin rubbed his lips and smiled, took out a small knife, and slid it along the young man's delicate face to his tall neck. Fu Heng's heart was pulled, "Don't touch him! I told you to let you go!"

While talking, he put down the box in his hand and pushed it in the direction of the man.

Wan Lin picked up Fu Yiyuan and walked a few steps towards the box. Before he could bend down, Fu Yiyuan woke up from a coma in a daze. When he saw Fu Heng who was opposite him, he immediately shouted excitedly, "Uncle Jiu!"

His sudden change made Fu Heng panic. Although he tried his best to maintain it on the surface, he was very anxious, and his palms were soaked with sweat.

Wan Lin picked up the box on the ground with ease, the dagger in his hand was slightly tilted, Fu Yiyuan bit his hand, and as soon as the hand was attacked, he let go of him on the spot, and he turned towards the other side without hesitation, with an anxious expression on his face. The man ran over, completely ignoring the knife behind Wan Lin pointing at him.

In an instant, his body leaned sharply. Fu Heng pulled him into his arms and turned around quickly. He couldn't see what was going on behind him, but he clearly heard Fu Heng's muffled grunt and the sound of bullets shooting over him. sound.

"Uncle Nine!!!"

Fu Heng tried his best to endure the pain and stood up, protecting him behind him, "I'm fine," the knife penetrated so deeply that he almost fainted from the pain.

Wan Lin on the ground was already surrounded by people, he was shot twice, looked at Fu Heng who was still standing panting, and suddenly laughed softly, "Master Jiu, you think no one will know about you if you kill me!" Did you do the pickling?"

"So what if I know? Why should I worry if I've lost my handle?"

His voice didn't fluctuate at all, as if the death of a person was like the death of an ant in his eyes, but in Fu Jiuye's eyes, what was the difference between them and those ants?

"Fu Jiu, our brothers have been with you for so many years, and we haven't been played to death by others, ha, but we all died in your hands one by one. What a big show!"

As soon as Wan Lin's words fell, the canthus of Wan Lin's eyes healed, and the hatred in his eyes could almost burn Fu Heng's heart, but his eyes were still as cold as iron, and Fu Yiyuan supported him on his side, and then said softly, "Do it. "

"Fu Heng! You bastard! You..."

The silencer gun had already shot towards him, he was shot several times, the blood dripped out of his mouth, and he finally hung his head.

Fu Heng didn't go to see him, but he kept saying sorry in his heart. He didn't want to kill people, but Fu Jiuye had done so many unscrupulous things. Once he was found out, it didn't matter if he collapsed. If the Fu family collapsed, he What to leave to Fu Yiyuan, the Fu family handed over to Fu Yiyuan must be clean, only in this way can he feel at ease.

Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Fu Yiyuan felt horrified for the first time. In the past eight years, although he more or less knew that Uncle Jiu probably did something wrong, but this was the first time he saw Uncle Jiu kill someone. It wasn't him who fired the shot, but it made him truly understand how terrible Uncle Jiu is.

It didn't take long for him to be shocked before Fu Heng fell to the ground in a daze.

"Uncle Nine!!!"

When he woke up, Fu Heng found that he had returned home. The wound was disinfected and simply bandaged. It should be his personal doctor who came to treat him. He did not go to the hospital. Get the attention of the police.

Throwing away the quilt, he was about to get up, but when he moved his arm a little, the wound on his back was involved, and he grinned in pain, "Hiss!"

"Uncle Jiu, what do you want to do?"

Fu Yiyuan hurriedly walked to the bedside and held him down. The action just now caused blood to ooze from the white cloth on his back.

"Go get me a glass of water," Fu Heng said weakly, he was really dying of thirst, and his beautiful diamond-shaped lips were cut several times.

Fu Yiyuan hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it to his mouth. Fu Heng lowered his head and drank the water fiercely. The mouth of the glass was already a bit big. With such a big movement, the water flowed along the glass to his chin, and then continued to follow him. The end of his neck was inserted into the collar of the inch shirt. Fu Yiyuan was standing. He had been paying close attention to Fu Heng, and he was unconsciously attracted by this tiny winding water trail. The neck spreads over the Adam's apple, and it is taken up and down, very naughty, watching someone's throat dry, and actually a little thirsty.

"What are you looking at?"

As if the sound of gravel scraping was no longer gorgeous, Fu Heng couldn't lift up his energy, so he pushed his hand away, gritted his teeth and lay back on the bed.