You pervert! ! !

Yu Heng ate apples with the children and kept calling Zhao Chenghuai.

However, the bad brother seemed to be angry and ran away from home, and he didn't answer the phone at all.

"Father, what's the matter with you?" Nangong Xie opened his eyes wide with curiosity.

In his heart, the bad brother has always been obedient to Yu Heng, and he has never seen the bad brother slam the door and leave with a gloomy expression.

The cautious look in the child's blue eyes is enough to show how terrifying Zhao Cheng's expression was when he left.

Yu Heng touched Zai Zai's head, sighed and said, "Hideous, from now on you must listen to what people have to say, and don't be impulsive."

Nangong Ji:?

"Otherwise, you will be like a bad brother, sulking foolishly by yourself."

Nangong Hin's eyes widened.

Is this the bad brother in Dad's eyes?

Silly and sulky, why is he described so cutely? It doesn't match up with his demon brother who is keen on sneering and ridiculing. The children find it inconceivable.

No matter how incredible it was, Zhao Chenghuai never came back.

Yu Heng knew how bad the relationship between Zhao's father and son was.

While packing up the chess, he urged Nan Gongxi to go to bed early.

After lying on the bed, Yu Heng began to think about how to describe everything that happened today in concise language.

Unfortunately, when he tapped his finger on the message box, it turned into an apology.

"I'm sorry, brother, I didn't know that your relationship with your father is so bad."

"Come back when you've calmed down, let's have a good talk. Come back quickly if you haven't calmed down. It's so cold outside at night, don't be sullen."

"I'm definitely not on your father's side. If you're not going to forgive him, you should forgive me who knows nothing."

The innocent Yu Heng couldn't help replaying the pitiful tone in his heart even when he sent the message.

It was as if Nangong Xiaozi was begging bitterly, or the resentful woman in the boudoir was crying.

Yu Heng frowned while sending.

He comforted himself that those who achieve big things don't care about small things, and to win back his good brother's heart, it doesn't matter if his posture is a little low.

Finally, he hasn’t forgotten to add one——

"Bad bad, come back quickly, I will wait for you no matter how late it is."

Sincere and sincere, Yu Heng would be moved by his sincerity after reading it.

However, ten minutes later, Zhao Chenghuai still did not return.

The bad brother who didn't answer the phone, didn't reply to the message, and didn't read the text message, lost contact as if the world had evaporated.

Yu Heng repeatedly clicked on the message box and saw the silent Mr. Alex. The last conversation with him was still Nangong Ji's fulfilling and happy summer vacation.

There are hideous ones who have lost a mess in chess, and hideous ones who are dying of exhaustion from jogging around the villa area.

Compared to a nine-year-old child, Zhao Chenghuai himself is half a child.

Although he doesn't speak much, Yu Heng can see the happy mood of the photographer from every video.

It's a pity that the half-grown child is angry, more angry and stubborn than hideous.

Others ran away from home to seek forgiveness and gain the upper hand. Why did the bad brother really disappear, as if he didn't want to talk to him for the rest of his life.

The zealous messenger of justice feels that he has been wronged.

The younger brother didn't even give him a chance to check for omissions and make up for the vacancies. Yu Heng flipped through the video and wanted to ask——

What did I do wrong, you tell me to change!

The silent night was spent by Yu Heng unilaterally looking through the chat records.

At three o'clock in the morning, he couldn't wait for Zhao Chenghuai to reply and call home, so he had to give up and put aside his phone and choose to sleep.

If Zhao Chenghuai doesn't come back tomorrow...

Yu Heng fell asleep worriedly, he really didn't know where to find this gentle and virtuous Second Young Master.

Stay up through the night with dreams, and you won't sleep well.

Yu Heng actually dreamed of meeting Zhao Fuli during the day.

After the lion asked for 700 million US dollars, Zhao's father not only did not hesitate, but immediately expressed the deal.

For the Black Star Group, this money seems like an ordinary transaction, a drop in the bucket, not worth mentioning.

Yu Heng said: "Mr. Zhao, I'm afraid you will never be able to get Zhao Chenghuai's forgiveness for your attitude."

Zhao Fuli in the dream, without the troubles and pains of the time, smiled happily and said, "No, as long as you leave him, it doesn't matter how much you spend."

Yu Heng smiled and said, "It's not because of me that your son refuses to see you."

"Of course it's because of you." Zhao Fuli changed his loving father during the day, as if he was a capitalist who pursued responsibility, "He actually told me that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but you asked for money, and my son has already recognized your true nature." true colors."

What's the real face?

"He also found a beautiful and gentle wife."

Yu Heng:? ? ?

The dream progressed so fast, Yu Heng was very surprised.

For a moment, Zhao Chenghuai appeared in his dream, with a gentle and bright smile as always, and a dangerously handsome appearance.

He said, "Yu Heng, I won't continue with you."

"Although you didn't accept my father's $700 million, I also recognize that you are a profit-seeking guy. I have received the $700 million. Now, I want to take my sweetheart and fly away."

Zhao Chenghuai gently stretched his slender arms to the side, and a pretty and charming figure made an elegant circle and appeared in front of him.

Pink tutu, pink shark.

ferocious? !

Yu Heng opened his eyes, almost awakened by the dream.

Even if Zhao Chenghuai wants to take revenge on him, he cannot marry his son!

What's more, his son is still wearing a pink dress, which is too heroine, and he can't bear it.

Yu Heng instantly understood why Zhao Fuli misunderstood his relationship with Zhao Chenghuai.

It turned out that it was a common problem of the old father!

Before Yu Heng could sigh, he suddenly found that his wrist could not move freely.

"Ok?"

Yu Heng squinted, turned his head to look, and found that his wrist was wrapped with long silk, extending along the edge of the bed to the place where his sight was blocked.

Not only the right hand, but also the left hand and both feet are lying on the bed in an open sacrifice-like manner.

Yu Heng lost his freedom of limbs, his wrists and ankles other than his shorts were wrapped in soft and cool silk fabric, fixed like a chopping board fish.

"Yu Heng, good morning."

Zhao Chenghuai's voice was soft and deep, like clear and mellow wine, with his unique smile.

Yu Heng turned his gaze slightly, and saw his bad brother sitting on the sofa beside the bed.

For a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, people are back.

"Good morning." He said, looked at the ribbed silk on both sides, and bent his wrist.

This inescapable bondage, I want to know who did it.

"What does this mean?" Yu Heng raised his eyebrows and asked.

The sofa in the room made a slight sound, and Zhao Chenghuai walked over slowly.

With a gentle smile on his lips, he walked to the bed and looked down at Yu Heng condescendingly.

"Zhao Fu bought me with $700 million, you bought the engine with $700 million, and I bought you with $700 million."

Zhao Chenghuai's simple calculation directly equals the status quo.

His finger landed on the silk of his wrist, and the slight movement of sliding touched Yu Heng's pulse, which pulsated until his fingertips landed on Yu Heng's right wrist.

He smiled and said, "700 million, you have to play with me for a long time."

Yu Heng stared fixedly at Zhao Chenghuai, still with a familiar smile and deep voice.

He had seen those eyes with deep smiles countless times, but now he felt that he hadn't woken up.

"Brother..." Yu Heng pressed down on his wrist, avoiding Zhao Chenghuai's fingertips, "You ran away before finishing listening last night, and I confiscated your father's 700 million."

His voice was innocent and pitiful, "I thought your dad really repented, so I asked him to call you the money and let you decide whether to accept it or not."

"Call me?" Zhao Chenghuai stood there, looking at him quietly.

Yu Heng's slender limbs were fixed to the edge of the bed with wide spread, and it didn't take much effort.

For one night, he had everything ready.

There was a whole set of scalpels beside the bed, and without anesthesia, first cut off Yu Heng's tongue, and then slowly, while Yu Heng was trembling in fear, dismantled the bastard who made a deal with him.

It never occurred to him that there would be other possibilities.

Because Yu Heng valued games and valued his son, only he was an ordinary life assistant, without any use value.

700 million, cheap and cost-effective.

He couldn't think about what kind of transaction this was, and asked with a slight frown, "What are you calling me for?"

"Compensate you." Yu Heng shook his restless feet helplessly, "Your father agreed too decisively to the money I asked for, so I said, he doesn't care about your son, how could outsiders ask for money? Just give it, no respect for your opinion at all."

It was a miraculous negotiation. Yu Heng faced a father, and that father thought he and Zhao Cheng had a deep affection, like a couple.

Hope to spend money to make them break up, and let the son with abnormal sexuality return to the right path.

Yu Heng shook the tightly wrapped silk in his hand, how can there be a couple like this?

Without saying a word, he kidnapped someone.

If he guessed correctly, the bad brother wanted to chop off his fingers and legs again, trying to figure out where to attack him.

He said, "I'm a father. Your father begged me so earnestly, but I couldn't just refuse."

"Maybe I'm vulgar. I feel that he is willing to use the 700 million dollars to compensate you. It is also a kind of clumsy sincerity for a middle-aged man to let you go home and accompany him."

"Of course, I didn't make the decision for you whether to accompany him or not, to accept the money or not to accept it."

Yu Heng was lying on the bed, his mind was as pure as his posture, "I just want you to have a good time, so I still want to give you a vacation for a while, we have also fulfilled the wish of an old father and separated temporarily one time."

The atmosphere in the bedroom was exceptionally silent.

Zhao Chenghuai stared at Yu Heng, listening to the trick of using money to test Zhao Fuli's mind, he only felt that Yu Heng had fallen for Zhao Fuli's trick instead.

He raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Don't you want the 700 million dollars to buy a game engine?"

Yu Heng smiled, "If you are willing to give me money to buy an engine, I will definitely not refuse. But if your father gives it to me, I will definitely not."

He is confident and confident, and seems to be very principled, as if he has never calculated the 700 million at all.

It's just exactly 700 million.

Zhao Chenghuai sneered.

He knew that Yu Heng would never suffer, so he called Zhang Yuming in front of Yu Heng.

"Zhang Yuming, check the receiving account where Zhao Fuli transferred 700 million US dollars."

The subordinate who sent him the message yesterday quickly replied, "Because the account of the other party who booked the transfer is an overseas confidential account, there is no way to check the recipient."

"Hmm." Zhao Chenghuai hung decisively, his beautiful eyes downcast to stare at the sincere face of chopping fish.

That was his account, and as one of the seven monarchs of Siberia, Zhao Fuli naturally knew it clearly.

Yu Heng has no such thing as a confidential account.

A clean account is opened, and all information is transparent to Zhao Chenghuai.

Just like Yu Heng with his hands and feet open now, without reservation.

"You want Zhao Fuli to call me the money, and then I'll give you the money?"

Zhao Chenghuai asked him in a low voice.

Yu Heng laughed out loud, "I hope you can feel your father's hard work."

Feel.

Zhao Fuli deliberately made an appointment for a transfer of 700 million US dollars, the purpose is to tell him: I have done what Yu Heng asked, please help your brother.

The information was delivered correctly, but the process was a bit tortuous.

So much so that Zhao Chenghuai stared at Yu Heng silently, thinking about where to start, so that this arrogant guy could understand what stupid thing he had done.

Unfortunately, his silence caused Yu Heng's misunderstanding.

Yu Heng thought he felt guilty and was moved by himself, and was struggling between whether to apologize or let go.

"Untie it." The poor chopping fish shook the gentle silk on his wrist, "Is there anything you can't talk about, you insist on cutting off my toes and fingers, and then regret that no one will play games with you?"

Zhao Chenghuai slowly looked at the weak Yu Heng.

For a long time, Yu Heng's arrogance, arrogance, and rebelliousness have all become somewhat...

delicate and charming.

Words that are absolutely impossible to use on an adult man are very suitable for Yu Heng now.

His short black hair was scattered on the pillow in a mess, and after waking up, his hazy eyes, focused gaze, with a hint of weak prayer, and even the flexible silk on his wrist, became a kind of beautiful decoration.

The black short sleeves he wore to sleep made his whole body lazy and lazy, and the straight long legs under the shorts were forced to open into a humiliating posture.

Zhao Chenghuai's scrutiny has become leisurely like appreciating artwork.

With a slight smile, he said meaningfully: "I am reluctant to untie it, what should I do?"

Yu Heng knew that the bad brother had a lot of evil tastes.

He gave Zhao Chenghuai a white look, and said, "Although I have a bit of beauty, my son is already that old, and you are only eighteen, so what's wrong with finding someone young and handsome."

"You are quite open-minded." Zhao Chenghuai walked to the foot of the bed, reached out and pinched Yu Heng's right ankle, "Unfortunately, no matter how young and handsome a person is, I am not as satisfied with your ankle."

The body temperature from fingertips fell on Yu Heng's right ankle.

Grabbing lightly reminds Yu Heng of the dark history that he can't bear to recall.

Yu Hengqi arrived.

Is this mocking him for playing badminton and spraining his feet?

He kicked his legs angrily, and the silk was stretched straight, "I confiscated 700 million and you still have to fiddle with it, I might as well take it!"

"If you dare to take his money, I will kill you."

Zhao Chenghuai answered very quickly, as if he was angry, and slowly touched his calf along the ankle that Yu Heng didn't let him catch with his fingers.

"Last night, I thought about it. Starting from your calf, I will cut open your hind leg muscles, draw an S-line along this, and dig out your thigh meat—"

He exerted a little force on his palm, and stroked his thigh with his warm palm.

At that moment, Yu Heng's reaction was greater than Zhao Chenghuai's reaction to poking his wrist and grabbing his ankle.

The low-pitched humming came to Zhao Chenghuai's ears, causing his unscrupulous palms to freeze halfway.

The tense muscles in the palm caused a strong tremor.

Yu Heng's cheeks turned red instantly, and he stared at him viciously with his neck stuck up in an expression of embarrassment and indignation.

However, the corners of his eyes were wet, and there was really no deterrent effect.

An adult man, when he woke up, his limbs were wide open, and he was touched in a conditioned reflex area that he didn't even know about.

Even if he wanted to restrain himself, he couldn't stop the normal physiological phenomenon.

The two stared calmly, and the atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Yu Heng's thigh felt strange and itchy to the touch, which involved the uncontrollable reaction of his whole body, but his aura would never be lost to the kid.

He raised his eyebrows, blushed at the corners of his eyes, shook his legs, and said provocatively: "What are you looking at, do you envy brother's bigness?"

Zhao Chenghuai raised his gaze, and saw Yu Heng's usual arrogance again.

It's all like this, and dare not show weakness to provoke.

He smiled viciously, tightened his fingertips, and scratched Yu Heng's unknown sensitive spot.

"Well, let me see if it can be bigger."

"Hey!"

Yu Heng wanted to kill someone, and he jumped up, his limbs were tied tightly, and he wanted to squeeze his knees hard, "Zhao Chenghuai, don't touch it!"

"Why not?" Zhao Chenghuai suppressed his excitement in his voice, and Yu Heng, who was helpless at this time, was completely under his control, "You said it's better to charge me to do something, then I can give you 700 million."

The bad brother's eyes are dangerously beautiful.

It seems that I have found a new toy, and I am willing to spend money to buy it.

Yu Heng really can't play with young people anymore, he scolded: "You give me 700 million, why don't you sell it to me!"

Zhao Chenghuai's fingertips landed on Yu Heng's waistband. The fierce resistance was not enough for him, but this scolding aroused his new interest.

Yu Heng in front of him was obviously delirious with anger, his ears were red, and he was poorly speechless.

The bad brother pinched his thin waistline, made a gesture of stripping his underwear, and asked with a smile: "Yu Heng, do you know what you are talking about?"

If Yu Heng realizes the freedom of his feet, he will kick him to death now, "Then do you know what you are doing!"

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-"

"Let me go! Hurry up! Someone is coming!"

Yu Heng's face turned from red to white, and he shook his feet and hands angrily, wanting to kill Zhao Chenghuai.

Fortunately, amidst the frantic ringing of the doorbell, Zhao Chenghuai chose to be a man, and stretched out his hand to remove the silk that tightly bound Yu Heng's wrist.

As soon as the silk in his hand was loosened, Yu Heng couldn't wait to jump up from the bed, and wanted to press Zhao Chenghuai against the wall on the spot and beat him up.

However, his gentle and bright younger brother glanced down with a half-smile, evoking a smile full of interest.

Grass.

Yu Heng grabbed the loose pajama pants and quickly put them on.

The children's play was too exciting, and the entire elderly people were so shocked that they blushed and thickened their necks with fright.

He put on his pants and ran out without looking back.

I don't know who rang the doorbell for life-saving. Yu Heng felt grateful in his heart, and vowed that whether it was Ye Shaoyang or Ye Zhennan, he would give him a hug like a life-saving benefactor.

However, as soon as the door opened.

A blond-haired, blue-eyed man with a stern expression stood outside the door, accompanied by several entourages.

Yu Heng thought he saw the 26-year-old Mr. Nangong, traveling through time and space to accuse him of oppressing children.

"Mr. Yu, I'm Andre Gruss."

He speaks fluent English, and the subordinate standing next to him is also earnestly helping him translate into Chinese.

Andre said arrogantly: "I'm here to take away my own son, Nangong Ji."

Yu Heng raised his hand to stop the translator's efforts, and said, "No need to translate, I can understand."

His English is excellent, and he withdrew his hand and smiled politely.

"Nangong Ji's biological father, right?"

Andre nodded proudly, before he could enjoy Yu Heng's admiration, he was punched hard on the cheek!

"what!"

His center of gravity was unstable, and he suddenly fell to the side. If the entourage hadn't supported him, the scandal of the Siberian monarch who came to pick up his cub and was beaten and fell to the ground would have become a reality.

Andre covered his face in shock and surprise, and looked at Yu Heng angrily.

I saw Yu Heng squeezed his painfully bumped fist, and vented his suppressed anger early in the morning.

He sneered, and said with contempt word by word:

"Take, you, mom."

The author has something to say: Zhao Chenghuai cleared the relationship at the speed of light: I don't know this person, and I didn't ask him to take Nangong Xi away.

Nangong Ji: I don't know this person either, who is he, and why does he say he is my father.

Andre, who was abandoned by the two of them: ...I found out the information myself and came to the door to call for a beating, that's it.