You pervert! ! !

His voice was low and scattered in the night, echoing a familiar echo.

Yu Heng had a headache, and he couldn't think clearly what happened, so he could only reply with a weak "hmm".

What should have been an indifferent response was greeted with warm palms.

Yu Heng leaned on the cold sofa, and the slightest bit of coldness in his body was warmed by the gradually approaching embrace.

"What's the matter?" His voice was still sleepy, and he gathered his strength to pat the man who hugged him lightly.

"It's nothing." Zhao Chenghuai replied with a smile, and slowly adjusted his posture so that Yu Heng could relax in his arms.

"Sleep." He said, "I'll accompany you."

This was supposed to be an exciting moment of reunion after a long absence, but Yu Heng was unable to clear his mind because of dizziness.

He subconsciously felt that he hadn't seen him for a few days, and he remembered repeatedly in his heart that he had to settle accounts with his bad brother, and then let go of the tiredness in his thoughts and fell into a dream again.

Gradually, he didn't even have a headache anymore, and he slept very peacefully.

In the secluded room in the villa that no one visited, only Yu Heng's peaceful breathing and Zhao Chenghuai's silent gaze remained.

The bright moonlight shone through the window, casting a light halo on him.

He just held Yu Heng in his arms, quietly looking at the sleeping face of the man in his arms.

After 17 years, he thought he had almost forgotten what Yu Heng looked like.

Now that they met again, he realized that he couldn't forget this sleeping face at all.

Soft and slender hair, black and slightly raised eyebrows, a pair of dark eyes opened, always shining with vitality.

With Zhao Chenghuai's fingertips, he painted his eyebrows and eyes in the void, and took a quiet look.

Until the early morning light, faint sunlight shone through the windows, and disgusting shouts sounded from the empty villa.

"Dad? Dad!"

Nangong Ji's voice changed from leisurely to irritable.

Zhao Chenghuai heard the noise of opening doors one by one, subconsciously raised his hand to cover Yu Heng's ears, and frowned slightly.

Finally, the little boy who was looking for his father frantically came to their door.

"dad!"

Nangong Ling opened the door and saw a familiar guy.

"Zhao Chenghuai—"

"Shh."

The mature and elegant man raised his index finger, no longer the condescending gesture of reprimand after taking someone away.

His deep eyebrows and eyes are full of smiles, just like the illusion of the gentle, sensible and bad brother he played at the beginning.

And in his arms, the person Nangong Ji was looking for was sleeping lazily.

Nangong Hin frowned, gritted his teeth, and finally held back his voice like a compromise.

He stared at Zhao Chenghuai with hatred, walked in with restrained footsteps, and silently closed the door of the room.

Nangong Ji stared at Zhao Chenghuai.

Zhao Chenghuai lowered his gaze, as if he didn't mind his sharp knife-like eyes, and raised his hand to stroke Yu Heng's temples, as if the person in his arms belonged to him.

Nangong couldn't bear it any longer and shouted loudly: "Father!"

The sleeping person woke up suddenly, and he didn't forget to ask, "Huh?"

When Yu Heng opened his eyes, he felt a headache, shoulder pain, and neck pain, as if Princess and the Pea had slept on a pebble all night.

He got up slowly, before he could figure out how he got out of bed and fell asleep in someone else's arms, when he raised his eyes——

"you……"

The stranger's handsome appearance, with a familiar appearance, was far more aggressive than the handsome and charming bad brother in Yu Heng's memory.

Yu Heng was stunned when he saw it, and lost his ability to speak.

"Head still hurts?" The other party stretched out his hand and rubbed his temple gently.

"Bad, bad?" Yu Heng couldn't believe it.

Zhao Chenghuai replied with a smile, "It's me."

Yu Heng is used to his calm and breezy appearance, but he is not used to his mature and elegant appearance.

The Zhao Chenghuai in his memory was handsome with a childishness that couldn't be concealed by age, with bad intentions and youthful joy all over his body.

It's different now.

Zhao Chenghuai looked at him tenderly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, like a work of art tempered by time, blooming with a fatal attraction, which made him unable to move his eyes away.

However, Yu Heng reached out and grabbed his collar.

"Do you still dare to play cruise bombs in the future, huh?"

It's not too late for 17 years to ask the teacher.

Zhao Chenghuai was obediently held by his collar, his surprised expression almost lost his composure.

But Yu Heng's lesson is not over yet, no matter how handsome Zhao Chenghuai is, he is still a bad brother in his heart!

"At that time, I wanted to get off the boat and have a good time with you."

"You bastard, you didn't discuss with me about such a dangerous thing."

"Where's the hunting ground? Where's Qi Mingzhi? Where's the queen bee? You really tied the thing that exploded on the boat to your brother's proposal button?!"

Yu Heng's memory is very smooth, and he can immediately seek justice from the mastermind behind the scenes.

However, Zhao Chenghuai was carried by him, with a silent expression, a deep gap between his brows hiding a daze, bit by bit he recalled things that he didn't want to think of at all.

Tossing and torturing his memory for more than ten years, cut his heart with a sharp blade again.

Zhao Chenghuai held Yu Heng's palm, sighing like the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

"……I was wrong."

"Although I haven't touched my brother's button, Qi Mingzhi still has a bomb controller hidden in his hand that I don't know about. This is the thing I regret most in my life."

That explosion, repeated millions of times.

Zhao Chenghuai's fingertips suddenly became cold, and he hugged Yu Heng's back fiercely.

Their postures were strange, Yu Heng grabbed his collar, but he rubbed them into his arms regardless.

"Fortunately, I didn't regret it for the rest of my life."

Yu Heng couldn't resist Zhao Chenghuai's affection, he glanced at his son's face, his face was dark, and his eyes were fierce as if he wanted to kill someone.

He was forced to let go and pushed Zhao Chenghuai away.

Even though his whole body was sore, he resisted to stand up.

"Stop doing this, I haven't forgiven you yet. Go, hideous."

Yu Heng walked out like stepping on cotton, and grabbed Nangong Ji's arm.

The dark-faced son immediately looked at Zhao Chenghuai with a sneer and disdain.

"Why did you show up at my house, get out!"

Zhao Chenghuai finally moved his gaze away from Yu Heng, "Hideous, I remember your father taught you to be polite to others."

"That's right for people, it's different for you."

Nangong Yin has his father as his backer, and his attitude is extremely arrogant, "If I don't go out again, I'll—"

"You called Ye Zhennan's bodyguard, came to the house and made a mess at home, causing your father to wake up hungry and watch us fight?"

"okay."

Watching his son and younger brother quarreling was enough to give Yu Heng a headache.

The boy and the bad boy are 17 years older, how can they become more childish.

"Zhao Chenghuai, go to the living room to reflect on me. Hey, I'm a little hungry, shall we make breakfast?"

Of course, the son is the most important person to Yu Heng. The mistakes made by the bad brother's arrogance cannot be forgiven too cheaply, otherwise there is no way to control him in the future.

Yu Heng, who is well versed in education methods, pushed the reluctant cub into the kitchen.

Zhao Chenghuai followed behind, and waited until Yu Heng gave a warning look, then turned around obediently, and went to the living room to "reflect".

The kitchen was still the same as it was cleaned by the father and son last night.

Boiled noodles and fried eggs for breakfast can satisfy their simple needs.

However, Yu Heng cooked three bowls.

When he went out with the noodles, the big boy squinted his eyes slightly, holding his own bowl, as if planning some trick.

"Be careful, don't overturn it." Yu Heng threatened instinctively, "I won't cook it for you again, cook it yourself."

Nangong frowned, and walked out of the kitchen with the bowl as if nothing had happened.

Yu Heng sighed in his heart.

It's too easy to guess, how come he became the president, controlled the business empire, became the richest man in the world, and was angry because he gave Zhao Chenghuai a bowl of noodles by the way!

He couldn't figure it out, but he finally cleared his mind a little.

The family of three returned to the dining room table, each with a bowl of simple breakfast, and started the reunion after 17 years.

Nangong Hin devoured food voraciously, and ate like a child, which was adorable.

Zhao Chenghuai took his time, still feeling hot, and still wanted to blow it, and he still forgot to stare at Yu Heng for dinner after blowing it, so that Yu Heng glared at him many times, but he only got an elegant smile from a mature bad brother.

After solving the major issues in life, Yu Heng put down his chopsticks and finally asked, "What happened last night?"

"Ask your dear son." Zhao Chenghuai glanced at him, obviously gloating.

Yu Heng knew that there might be something wrong with Nangong Ji, but he never tortured his dear cub.

He raised his eyebrows and asked directly.

"Zhao Chenghuai, don't change the subject, now, you, report to me directly."

Zhao Chenghuai leaned back, and said in a leisurely manner: "Every once in a while, your son will lock up some guys he thinks are you in this villa. Some of those guys are liars, and they deliberately approach him in your name .Some are innocent passers-by, but... they are very similar to you."

Looks, voice, tone of voice, sometimes even just a hobby game.

Nangong Ji in Zhao Chenghuai's description is like an evil dragon keen to collect a shiny object called "Yu Heng", and has locked countless people in this villa.

"Those people came here in a daze. I was afraid that something would happen to them, so I would send them away just like last night—"

"Dad, don't listen to his nonsense!"

His blue eyes were burning with anger, feeling that his innocence had been slandered.

Nangong grabbed Yu Heng's arm and clarified: "Those people just came to the villa to see what you left behind! Some of them are reporters, some are directors, some are screenwriters, and some are The game producers admire you very much, so I invite them to come to my house to chat slowly. Because, because I miss you so much..."

His voice was full of grievances, and the crystal tears came as soon as he said it, and he stared at Yu Heng pitifully.

"I talked to them about your past, about our life, and hoped over and over again that they could write your deeds into words, make a movie, make a game, and let everyone know. But the bad brother doesn't want others to know about you. matter!"

As he said that, he instantly pointed his finger at Zhao Chenghuai, "He also deleted everything about you! News, videos, videos, even posts posted by other people on the forum, as long as you are mentioned, Zhao Chenghuai will delete everything net."

"Dad, he is too much!"

The boy's complaint has been like a day for 17 years.

Yu Heng suddenly realized why he couldn't find himself, and felt that there was a deep problem with his statement.

Nangong Ji is the person who knows him best.

No reporter, no director, no other screenwriter or game producer is needed, and his son can create a vivid new world for him.

Yu Heng remembered what Zhao Chenghuai said last night, and vaguely caught the anomaly.

Something was wrong with Nangong Ji, the feeling that he was so fragile and tense that he would collapse at any time, which could be seen from the tears he shed from time to time.

But Yu Heng didn't expose it, he raised his hand to gently wipe away Nangong's hot tears, and said coaxingly: "Yes, he is just too much."

Zhao Chenghuai looked at this scene of loving father and son in silence.

Yu Heng hugged the weeping Nangong Ji, rubbed his short hair, and treated a 26-year-old man like he was a nine-year-old kid.

"Hey, you're such an old man, you can't just cry. You're such a hideous boss, Ye Zhennan will laugh at you when he sees it."

Yu Heng's tone was gentle, "Come on, Dad will accompany you to the company, can you accompany Dad to get to know Hongye again?"

Nangong Ji is always very obedient.

"Okay." He stared, and added viciously, "But don't take him!"

"No, no." Yu Heng agreed without hesitation, then turned his head and told him, "Zhao Chenghuai, you washed the dishes, reflect on yourself, and I will have a review when I come back."

After finishing speaking, she held her son's shoulders, and went out with her son gently and kindly.

Don't ask Zhao Chenghuai if he agrees or not.

Zhao Chenghuai's eyes were gloomy, and he stared at Nangong Ji's back with a serious expression, feeling that this guy had caught Yu Heng's weakness.

The brat who acted like a baby and pretended to be wronged at the beginning will always be educated by Yu Heng's love.

As a result, when Yu Heng came back, he not only forgot how cunning Nangong Ji was, but also became obedient.

tears?

Ah.

Zhao Chenghuai stood up with a sullen face, and cleaned up the dishes.

When Nangong Ji trapped people in this villa and forced them to play "Yu Heng", he never paid attention to their tears.

The author has something to say: Ye Zhennan: My boss is so pitiful, he has been cheated by villains all the time!

Nangong Ji: Let me see who plays my dad today.