You pervert! ! !

Yu Heng's heart suddenly felt violent when he heard it. No matter how long it takes, no matter how angry he is, Zhao Chenghuai will always be able to stir up his emotions accurately.

As someone who returned after 17 years, he doesn't have much concept of long time.

However, Zhao Chenghuai's mature face and low tone kept saying——

Someone has been waiting for him for many years.

Maybe it's the childishness when I was young, maybe it's the arrogance of being the king of the hunting ground.

Those deep and dark eyes showed the traces of 17 years, even in the blink of an eye, it revealed Zhao Chenghuai's unspeakable regret.

He gently held Yu Heng's finger, as if praying.

"You won't leave me again, will you?"

Yu Heng's hardened heart instantly softened.Even if you want to yell at Zhao Chenghuai and remake this bad brother with different thoughts, you can't tell him "no".

"Um……"

The deep response fulfilled Zhao Chenghuai's long-awaited answer.

Even if he rehearsed the charge thousands of times in his heart, it was not as enthusiastic as Yu Heng's approval.

The two people who reunited after a long absence completely forgot the time in the closed bedroom, let alone other things.

Nangong Ji finished the bath as quickly as possible, her hair was wet and dripping with gentle water.

However, he only saw the closed bedroom door, and he could confirm who was inside by wandering his eyes a little.

To him, it seemed like it had always been that way.

Dad and Zhao Chenghuai were in the same room, and there was no room left for him.

The man who controlled the ownership of this house returned to his former child status the moment his father came back.

He stood outside the door, sure that the door would not be opened for him, hesitated for a while, then turned and went downstairs.

The spacious villa produced an air that suffocated him.

Nangong Ji walked out of the house without hesitation, allowing the door to slam hard.

The night was hazy and the street lights were dim.

He had wet hair on his head, and was wearing a thin T-shirt and trousers. He was soaked in the coolness and became conscious.

Zhao Chenghuai is irreplaceable.

Just like Yu Heng is also his irreplaceable father.

Nangong Ji, who tossed and tossed and tortured himself, couldn't bear the urge to kick open the bedroom door, but he couldn't help his wild thoughts.

When he came back to his senses, he had already skillfully walked to the door of Ye Zhennan's house.

The villa that Uncle Ye gave to his nephew was lit with dim lights.

It's a pity that those gentle lights failed to calm his anger, but made him more wronged.

Nangong fiercely raised his leg and put it on the door, making a heavy sound.

After a while, Ye Zhennan, who was shocked and astonished, opened the door and dragged him into the room in a panic.

"What's the matter with you, little ancestor?" Ye Zhennan frowned, and quickly got busy, "Your hair is all wet, and Uncle Yu didn't blow it for you?"

Adding fuel to the flames is the best thing he can do, Nangong viciously waved away the dry towel he threw at him, "Ye Zhennan, I'm angry!"

"You should dry your hair even if you are angry."

Ye Zhennan was too familiar with his willfulness, "No towel, I'll blow your hair."

"I don't want to blow my head!" Nangong Xie with her messy wet hair, "I want to listen to a story!"

story……

Ye Zhennan pushed the man to the bathroom, feeling a headache.

What story?Why is Uncle Yu who is the best at telling stories back, the boss still wants to listen to the story.

A night of war and chaos, nothing happened after a night of sleep.

Last night, he was so angry that he walked to Ye Zhennan's house on foot. Nan Gongjian, who wanted to hear a story, opened his eyes and rushed to his house.

The living room was clean and quiet, and everything was as it was when he left.

There was no missed call on the phone, let alone the news that anyone was looking for him, so he was inevitably a little disappointed.

However, after being disappointed, Nangong Ji obediently walked into the kitchen and boiled water.

No matter how late Yu Heng used to stay up late, he would cook noodles for him in the morning.

The steps are simple, boiling water, cooking, seasoning, even a nine-year-old child can learn it.

Nangong Ji is 26 years old, countless times as old as nine years old, standing in front of the stove waiting for the water to boil, he can't see anything unusual.

"You went out last night?"

An annoying voice came from outside the door, and Nangong knew who it was without looking back.

Zhao Chenghuai didn't mind if he didn't answer.

"I told your dad, you should have gone to find Ye Zhennan, don't worry." He leaned on the door frame leisurely, and told him, "You are such a big man, please keep your voice down when you go out."

Nangong Xie wished that a pot of boiling water would be splashed on Zhao Chenghuai's face.

He looked at this guy viciously, and asked, "Then you are such an old man, why do you want to rob my father?"

Zhao Chenghuai hugged his hands, even if the silver necklace was hidden in the collar along the neck, it would reveal the traces that Nangong didn't want to see without any cover.

"Because he doesn't belong to you, and he doesn't belong to me."

His tone was full of nostalgia, and he saw a childish soul through Nangong Ji.

"We can't do without him."

For 17 years, Zhao Chenghuai proved that he couldn't leave, and also witnessed Nangong Xi's inability to leave.

They were all constantly looking for Yu Heng's shadow, even if there was a man with a familiar face lying on the quiet and peaceful hospital bed, they would never admit that Yu Heng would never wake up again.

Nangong Ji recalled the wrestling when Yu Heng changed.

Zhao Chenghuai recalled what Yu Heng said 18 years later he would be a hero again.

They seem to have been betting on illusory hopes, until the person lying on the hospital bed really disappeared, and hope gradually burst into the light they longed for.

"We can be a friendly family of three."

Zhao Chenghuai's threat was always in a suggestive tone, "You are also my son, and I don't want to see you being arrested by the police for violating the law and making your father sad."

Nangong frowned tightly.

Zhao Chenghuai threatened him with this sentence countless times, and succeeded countless times.

He even vaguely felt that if he dismantled Zhao Chenghuai in front of his father, Zhao Chenghuai would take his father and leave him forever.

It was rare for Nangong Ji, who had a strong sense of crisis, not to refute.

Zhao Chenghuai glanced at the pot with raised eyebrows, and reminded: "The water is boiling, it's time to go down."

Nangong was so angry that he wanted to quit on the spot, but the next moment he heard tired yawns.

Yu Heng asked: "What are you doing at the kitchen door?"

Zhao Chenghuai turned his head and replied, "Hideo is making breakfast, why don't you sleep more?"

Yu Heng wanted to sleep more, but he didn't dare to.

He was afraid that Nangong would leave in anger and do something irreversible.

Fortunately, when I woke up, the child was in the kitchen.

Mr. Nangong, who has a slender figure and outstanding temperament, has always been the pride worthy of Yu Heng's emotion.

"Dad." The beautiful son blinked his beautiful eyes and skillfully cooked three bowls of noodles.

Yu Heng's spontaneous sense of accomplishment was indescribable, and he asked with concern: "When did you come back, doesn't Ye Zhennan have breakfast?"

"He doesn't eat." Nangong replied angrily, "I came back early in the morning, and Ye Zhennan asked me to go overtime last night."

Nangong Ji, who was burning with jealousy, rationalized running away from home as overtime work.

Very social animal, Yu Heng held tears.

"Now that I'm back, you should be able to relax."

Yu Heng went to help, "After eating, let's go to the company together and finish the game."

Their day started with a harmonious and friendly father and son breakfast.

Zhao Chenghuai remained silent as a follower, and accompanied them back to the company without asking.

"My Father" has been separated from Mosaic Games, and a complete production plan has been formulated.

Art, programming, level design, and music production are indispensable.

Soon it spread from Hongye Building to Honghu City.

"This is the latest request from President Ji, which takes precedence over all development projects."

"The human requirements are a boy with black hair and blue eyes, a girl with black hair and blue eyes, and a handsome man."

"Scenes should be enough and simple, but they must be drawn according to the requirements."

The simple request has a familiar smell.

As a senior director of Hongye, Lin Manxin always felt that this was not the request of the little hideous girl she grew up with.

After all, turning from ferocious to ferocious will not suddenly explode the game talent.

Hongye has continued to acquire and expand, and it has been a long time since there was no development task directly assigned from the top.

"What's going on?" She asked Ye Zhennan who was closest to Nangong Ji.

Ye Zhennan couldn't answer, and he didn't want to reply. Comparing to Nangong Ji's answer that might be happy, he said euphemistically, "It seems that Uncle Yu is back, and the boss issued the request for him."

They are all veterans of Hongye for more than ten years, and the news of Yu Heng's return spread throughout Honghu City in an instant.

The internally lively, externally closed ecosystem immediately boiled.

Countless young people who walked into Honghu City, legendary figures who could not be found with internal authority, actually existed, and——

He is not dead!

The network controlled by "Awakening" keeps sending attention messages back and forth.

The theory of "killing people and seizing power" that was once all the rage on the Internet has reappeared in the brains of netizens.

"The game producer, who is hard to come by in a hundred years, is still alive?!"

"Who? Sparrow God?"

"Damn, don't be so blunt, don't you know sensitive words will be deleted!"

The reminder flashed for a second, and the netizens who hadn't had time to edit their speeches were ruthlessly locked, and the source of the conversation quickly disappeared.

Sensitive words that cannot be touched are constantly jumping in "Awakening".

Relying on everyone's experienced chatting skills, they finally pieced together the big news that shocked the world.

Sparrow God is back.

There is no need for hot searches or repeated broadcasts, the news spreads in the voice.

The man who created "Awakening" and then disappeared seems to be a figure that the Internet cannot mention.

No matter whether it is a photo, video, or text, it cannot survive for more than half a second in the global network controlled by "Awakening".

But those who remember always remember.

"My Father" is still being produced slowly, and Yu Heng has returned to his habitual life.

When old classmate Jiang Li saw him again, he was sitting at the desk belonging to the president of Hongye, wearing anti-radiation glasses, busy like a boss.

Of course, in Jiang Li's eyes, he was a big boss.

"Yu Heng, I packed everything from your home and studio."

He worked tirelessly to help, full of curiosity, "Why is the "My Father" co-produced by Hongye and HGB different? What do you want to change it into?"

"Change it to a text development game suitable for "Awakening"."

Yu Heng stood up and took over his few luggage, "Recently, I must be living in Hongye. You have to take care of the studio. Thank you."

"Thank you, make the game out and release it earlier, I should thank you."

Jiang Li is a good classmate and partner.

Yu Heng can remember that every game he made has his full support.

Now, "My Father" will become an opportunity to lift the ban on "Awakening".

Those things that remain in the public impression and cannot be found will slowly recover as it is completed.

Because his son was sick, he deserved to be cured.

Yu Heng made a clear plan and confidently decided to hurry up and try to make a prototype within half a month.

He opened the luggage bag, rummaged through the useful things inside, and suddenly found a novel.

On the green cover was written the name of Mr. Ba with unknown meaning, and exaggerated advertising recommendations were printed.

Yu Heng turned curiously...

Good guy, it was the original work of Mr. Nangong that he had read!

In Hongye's office, after saying goodbye to his son in a meeting, the feeling of rereading this novel alone has changed.

Those impressive scenes, like a cruise ship explosion, cracked in his mind.

His son's obsessive and infatuated Xu Sisi is still the heroic and unyielding appearance in his memory!

"What are you looking at so seriously?"

When Zhao Chenghuai came to the office, he saw Yu Heng frowning.

Yu Heng braced his painful temples, raised his head from the Ba Zong literature, grabbed the book and shook it.

"Have you seen it? The legend of Mr. Nangong."

There are only two answers to this question: "I have seen it" and "I haven't seen it". However, Zhao Chenghuai's smile seemed meaningful, and he glanced at the words inside, and he could just clearly see Mr. Nangong's arrogant speech——

"No one can disobey me, and you are no exception, Xu Sisi."

"What are you laughing at?" Yu Heng raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Zhao Chenghuai couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, "Your son is so cute."

Yu Heng squinted his eyes to look at him, and felt Zhao Chenghuai's evil intentions that he couldn't hide, and his nature that couldn't be concealed as their relationship returned to normal.

Zhao Chenghuai picked up the book, and said reminiscently: "Because your son forced those guys to play you, there was a lot of commotion, thanks to this book, he has been able to sit safely in the CEO position until now. "

Bad brothers never leave room for bullying children.

"Do you think the story inside is very familiar? I specially arranged someone to write it as you said."

The little green book is closed, but it is only the size of a palm, but it has changed the life trajectory of many people, "With it, no matter the victim's leaked words, or their supernatural powers posted on the Internet, anyone will feel that what they said is false .”

"Because, Mr. Nangong, who is powerful and powerful in the Hongye Group, can be like a third-rate novel, abusing lynching and killing people."

The author has something to say: Yu Heng: ...So it was you!

The creator of Mr. Ba's tragic childhood, the chief culprit for the image of a silly son in the eyes of father and son——Zhao Chenghuai!

Zhao Chenghuai:?But this is obviously what you said first?