The god is an exorcist

Yuan Ziyu froze, he didn't expect that Yan Heng's two memories would be restored due to the recovery of this power.

"I..." He murmured, but couldn't say a word of explanation.

At this time, Xiao Sao suddenly screamed: "Sir, your foot is seriously injured!"

Only then did Yan Heng remember that when he went after Ao Yin before, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he quickly let go of him and looked at his feet.

His feet are thin and fair, the toes are round, and the light blue blood vessels are particularly obvious under the thin skin, but now there are many messy wounds on the soles of the feet, with different shades, and blood flows from the wounds, forming bright red scabs. It looked very miserable.

Yan Heng got up, knelt down in front of Yuan Ziyu, gently held his feet up, and said distressedly: "There are many wounds, which need to be cleaned and bandaged quickly...does it hurt?"

It doesn't hurt, Yuan Ziyu originally wanted to answer like this, but seeing Yan Heng's serious look, he suddenly wanted to be coquettish for some reason, so he changed his words: "It hurts."

Then he saw Yan Heng gently blowing on his feet like coaxing a child, while muttering: "It won't hurt anymore."

Yuan Ziyu suppressed a smile, coughed lightly and said to Xiao Sao, "Xiao Sao, go and get the medicine box."

Xiao Sao answered, ran away, and came back with a silver medicine kit in his hand.

Yan Heng took the medicine box and personally cleaned the gravel on the male god's feet, and carefully picked out the broken glass stuck in the wound with tweezers, and finally applied the medicine and wrapped it with gauze.

During this process, Yan Heng kept furrowing his brows, with a serious expression, as if the injured person was not Yuan Ziyu but himself.

This made Yuan Ziyu couldn't help stretching out his finger to poke between his eyebrows.

"Don't make trouble." Yan Heng grabbed his troublesome hand, brought it to his mouth and bit it lightly as a punishment, and then hugged him horizontally: "This room can't be lived anymore, go to the guest bedroom to sleep."

Yuan Ziyu hooked his neck and yawned. He didn't sleep much last night, and today he has been tossing so much. As soon as he relaxes, he immediately feels sleepy.

"Sir, you go to rest first, and leave the cleaning of the 'battlefield' to me." Xiao Sao said, giving Yan Heng a warning look: "Don't do strange things to Mister!"

Unexpectedly, he saw Yan Heng nodding in agreement.

"Then it's hard work for you." Yuan Ziyu was carried away by Yan Heng after finishing speaking.

After pasting a silence talisman on the door of the guest bedroom, Yuan Ziyu turned sideways and rubbed against Yan Heng's chest like a cat, finding a comfortable position, then curled up, and after a while, he breathed lightly.

But Yan Heng couldn't sleep now. He looked at Yuan Ziyu's sleeping profile and recalled the details of his past. His heart felt as if he had overturned a seasoning box. For a while, all five flavors were mixed together, but only the lotus core was left. bitterness.

He loves Yuan Ziyu, there is no doubt about it, but if his love will bring him harm, then maybe...

Yan Heng closed his eyes fiercely, quickly pinched away the danger in his mind, and raised his hand to brush away the black hair sticking to Yuan Ziyu's face.

The other party seemed to be tickled, and shrank his neck uncomfortably, Yan Heng hurriedly withdrew his hands and dared not move again.

After a while, until Yuan Ziyu's breathing calmed down again, Yan Heng carefully rested his chin on the top of the opponent's head, and tightened his arms around the male god again.

……

In the spacious and bright office on the top floor, Yan Chen was having a morning meeting with the staff when he suddenly heard a commotion from outside the corridor.

"Young master, Mr. Yan is in a meeting, you can't go in."

Immediately afterwards, the thick oak door was kicked open from the outside, revealing Yan Heng's furious face outside the door, and the secretary and security guard who followed behind him trying to stop him but could do nothing.

Yan Chen stood up and asked with a smile, "Xiao Heng, why are you here?"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Heng punched him on the side of his face, causing him to stagger and fall on the chair, and then fell to the ground with the chair, sweeping away a pile of materials on the table, and there was a crackling sound on the floor.

There was an exclamation all around.

The security guards immediately surrounded Yan Heng and pulled him, but he threw him away.

Yan Chen was helped up from the ground in a hurry. Holding his glasses, he panted heavily, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said sharply, "You're crazy!"

Yan Heng didn't say a word, rushed up and grabbed him by the skirt, and made a gesture to beat him again, Yan Chen flinched in fright, and the security guards rushed up and pulled Yan Heng away from him.

"What on earth are you going to do?!" Yan Chen asked in a deep voice, turning his head and gestured to the staff in the conference room to go out.

In less than half a minute, only he and Yan Heng, who was held down by the security, were left in the huge meeting room, and the secretary closed the door for them intimately.

Yan Chen waved again, and the security guard let go of Yan Heng.

"Yan Heng, why are you crazy?" Yan Chen asked.

"Am I crazy?" Yan Heng sneered: "Yan Chen, do you think I don't know what you did behind your back?"

As Yan Heng said, he took out the jade tube containing Ping Anfu from his pocket, and threw it on Yan Chen's face: "I think you are my brother, and I don't care about you if you plan on me, but if you dare to hurt Yuan Ziyu again , I must be rude to you! I am not interested in the property of the Yan family, but if I want to snatch it from you, it is easy, if you don’t believe me, try it!”

After speaking, Yan Heng shook off the security guard and slammed the door and left.

Yan Chen took off his glasses, and looked at Yan Heng's disappearing back, his eyes became more and more sinister, like two poisonous snakes spitting out a letter.

He raised his hand to touch the place on his face where Yan Heng had just hit him, and gasped in pain as soon as he touched it.

"Yuan Ziyu..." Yan Chen said the name silently: "Very good, since it makes you so nervous, it seems that what those private detectives said is indeed the truth, huh..."

……

It was almost noon when Yuan Ziyu woke up, and Yan Heng was not by his side.

He opened the door and went out, the smashed furniture had been cleaned up by Xiaosao, a wooden board was temporarily laid on the big hole in the bedroom, and Xiaosao, who had become an adult, was talking to the master who came to install the door.

"Sir, you are awake." Xiao Sao greeted him with a smile.

"En." Yuan Ziyu responded, and looked around the toilet and kitchen again, but still did not see Yan Heng, so he asked, "Where is Yan Heng?"

"Leave at dawn." Xiao Sao said.

Yuan Ziyu snorted and began to ask Xiaosao about negotiating compensation with the administrator.

"Relying on my handsome face and all kinds of coquettish and cute skills, I finally got the administrator to agree to repair the damaged parts of the apartment and not pursue other responsibilities." Xiao Sao said proudly: "I will go to the apartment when the door is fixed. Find a decoration team."

"That's really hard work for you." Yuan Ziyu said.

Yuan Ziyu didn't think much about Yan Heng's sudden departure, but when she didn't receive a single message from that guy until the third day, Yuan Ziyu began to feel that something was wrong.

After all, the last time Yan Heng lost contact suddenly was controlled by Qi Mei.

The decoration team was repairing the floor, and there was a bang bang in the room. Yuan Ziyu was nestled on the sofa, with a book folded upside down by his side, holding the phone and repeatedly unlocking and unlocking it, all his attention was thinking about why Yan Heng didn't contact him again. For that matter, even the noise didn't feel so loud anymore.

It's better to call and ask, Yuan Ziyu had just dialed the number when someone knocked on the open door.

He looked up and saw the apartment manager was outside the door.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Ziyu put down his phone and asked.

"Mr. Ziyu, a Mr. Yan is looking for you." The administrator said and made a gesture of invitation behind him, and then a middle-aged man walked in.

The man is about 50 years old, wearing a navy blue Tang suit of fine texture, looks well maintained, has sharp eyes, and has a kind of shrewdness and determination unique to a businessman.

There was also an old man with a white beard who came in with him, and he looked like a fairy with an inscrutable style.

Yuan Ziyu squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was a colleague, but judging from the aura floating around the other party, it seemed that he had no real skills.

Behind them followed a small man who looked like a lawyer, and the last to enter were two bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses.

The small living room suddenly became crowded due to too many people.

As soon as the middle-aged man came in, he first sized up the office and Yuan Ziyu bluntly, and then said bluntly, "Yuan Ziyu? Are you the exorcist who was kicked out of Yuan's house?"

The Yuan family is the Yuan family again, Yuan Ziyu frowned, why do people keep mentioning the Yuan family these two days.

And the man in front of him looks quite familiar...

As Yuan Ziyu was thinking, Yan Heng's face suddenly popped up in his mind—it really looked like it!

Wait, this man is also surnamed Yan?

Yuan Ziyu suddenly had a bad feeling, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

Yan Sheng didn't get a response, and he didn't care. With a look, the lawyer in the suit stepped forward, took out a stack of certificates from his briefcase, and put them on the tea table in front of Yuan Ziyu: "From today, this apartment building It belongs to the Yan family property, please Mr. Yuan move out within today."

Yuan Ziyu: "..."

The lawyer added: "For your damage to the apartment, Mr. Yan will not be held accountable."

Yuan Ziyu glanced at him lightly, and finally put his gaze on Yan Sheng, and asked, "Are you Yan Heng's father?"

Yan Sheng said, "Yes."

Yuan Ziyu flipped through the stack of certificates casually, and said regretfully, "I thought you would just take out a stack of checks and tell me, 'How much do you need to leave my son? Is 50 enough?' In that case."

After speaking, he looked at Yan Sheng again, and as expected, he saw contempt and contempt for himself in the other party's eyes. He asked, "Do you want money?"

Yuan Ziyu stood up and shook his head: "I just saw this kind of plot in idol dramas, so I asked casually."

As he said that, he turned his head and said to Xiao Sao who was standing in the corner with an angry face, "Clean up, we're moving today."

Xiao Sao snorted to express her dissatisfaction, but she turned around obediently and went to pack her things.

The room suddenly became extremely quiet, and even those members of the decoration team were chased away by the bodyguards led by Yan Sheng.

Yuan Ziyu pointed to the sofa opposite: "Sit for a while?"

Yan Sheng was also polite and sat down opposite him.

Yuan Ziyu asked again: "Do you want tea?"

"No need." Yan Sheng said.

Yuan Ziyu nodded, and sat down on the sofa again. Without further words, he picked up the book at hand and continued to read.

Yan Sheng didn't expect that he would agree so simply. He even hired a master who was said to be very powerful at a high price to sit in charge, just because he was afraid that the other party would trip him up if there was a trouble.

As a result, the other party is neither noisy nor noisy, with a peaceful expression, neither humble nor overbearing, and he didn't even mention any conditions, which made him not only feel powerless when he punched the cotton, but he couldn't help but look at the thin and fair young man in front of him again. Fan——It does look like a comfortable kid, but it's a pity that it's a boy.

Yan Sheng thought about it, and said again: "I won't let you be with Yan Heng. If you leave him, you can ask for anything. As long as I can do it, I will consider it."

This sentence was said in such a way that even he himself didn't realize the strong sense of charity in it.

Sure enough, it's still this kind of bridge.

Yuan Ziyu closed the book with a "snap", raised his handsome but calm face like a frozen lake: "Uncle Yan... I'll call you Mr. Yan, I think you made at least two mistakes, first, The reason why I agreed to leave so simply is because this place is already your territory, and you have the right to take it back; secondly, whether I want to separate from Yan Heng is up to the two of us, we are both adults, and we don’t need others to take it back. We decide, unless he personally tells me to break up, otherwise I will not leave him."

Yuan Ziyu's attitude annoyed Yan Sheng very much. Their Yan family has been rooted in Huashi for hundreds of years, and no one in Huashi would give him a little favor when they see Yan Sheng, but the young man in front of him dared to speak to him with such an attitude. He still has the Yuan family as his backing, so it doesn't matter if he is a little arrogant, now that the Phoenix has plucked his hair, what right does he have to be so arrogant!

"You—" Yan Sheng slapped the coffee table, causing everything on the table to jump, and the bodyguard behind him immediately tensed up, as if he was only waiting for the employer's order to rush up to lift him up and throw him out the door go.

At this time, there was a flurry of footsteps in the corridor, and within a few seconds, Yan Heng appeared at the door in a hurry: "Dad! What are you doing?!"

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Next, please enjoy the annual father-son dog-blood drama——

Yan Sheng: If you dare to come out of the closet, I will not recognize your son!

Yan Heng: If you don't recognize me, run away with your wife!