You pervert! ! !

Yu Heng was full of anger.

When he woke up, he was tied up tightly by Zhao Chenghuai, and an adult tragedy almost happened.

Seeing this guy who brazenly said that he was Nan Gongxi's biological father again, he immediately found an outlet to vent his anger.

"Where were you when Hideous was born?"

"Where were you when he was thrown outside the orphanage?"

"Where were you when he was being bullied?"

Yu Heng, who bullied Nangong Ji the most, looked at this incompetent biological father with a sneer.

His eyes swept over the entourage behind Andre who were staring at him like a tiger, and he was about to slam the door hard.

"Go away, don't let me see you!"

"Mr. Yu!" Even if Andre was trapped by the door, he couldn't let Yu Heng close the door.

He held the door firmly, stared at a handsome face that was beaten, and said through gritted teeth: "I haven't found Nangong Yin, and there are reasons for it, please listen to my explanation!"

The "difficulties" that scumbags like to use most appeared in this gentleman's mouth.

Even though he has blond hair and blue eyes, and can tell at a glance that he has a beautiful blood relationship with Nangong Yin, Yu Heng has no affection for him at all.

If it wasn't for the inconvenience of wearing pajama pants and slippers, Yu Heng really wanted to give this Andre a kick.

Because, the misfortune of Nangong Ji's life was doomed since he grew up in the orphanage and lacked the care of his parents.

The stereotyped "envy" and "jealousy" in those novels became the reason why Nangong Xie's deep-rooted love for Su Sisi Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si Si , become the reason.

Whenever Yu Heng thinks about it, he always feels Mr. Nangong's childish and arrogant persistence, recalling it like a lonely child, longing for a unique relationship.

Whether it is love, family affection, or friendship, they are all things that Mr. Nangong can't ask for.

All his sneering and pretending indifference are covering up his hurt heart when he was young.

And the biggest murderer who was injured was his biological father!

"I don't want an explanation."

Yu Heng looked coldly at Andre's hand blocking the door frame, and said, "Do you want to let go?"

Andre threatened viciously: "It's fine if you don't listen, but I will definitely take him away today."

He didn't want to be torn to pieces by the king because he couldn't complete the task!

Nangong Ji, he must take away!

"Okay." Yu Heng nodded.

Andre snorted softly, relieved.Sure enough, a guy like Yu Heng is hard-nosed, has a beautiful appearance, and can be obedient if he threatens him casually...

He hasn't been able to push open the door of the villa and take a step forward.

Yu Heng supported the heavy door with both hands, and threw it forward hard!

"Ahhhh!" The screams can be heard clearly in a radius of ten miles.

The arrogant and domineering Andre Gruss was bending over and holding his fingers in pain.

Just a few days after his broken foot, he faced the tragedy of breaking his fingers again.

The pain in his fingers connected to his heart stimulated him to grit his teeth, and raised his head to look at the closed door.

"Pry open the door for me!"

He raised killing intent, his voice was low and determined to win, "I'm going to drag that guy out, beat him to death with my fist, and then—"

The closed villa door suddenly opened.

The handsome and young Zhao Chenghuai's gaze fell lightly on Andre's fierce face.

"KING..."

Zhao Chenghuai opened the door and said, "How dare you?"

Andre immediately shut up, trembling all over, holding back the great pain in his fingers.

Zhao Chenghuai wanted to say something to Andre, but Yu Heng grabbed him and pushed him aside.

"What are you doing opening the door? You don't know who is standing outside and you ran to teach me a lesson. Do you want to die?"

Andre: ...

Andre watched helplessly, Yu Heng pushed his king, stretched out his fingers and said as if teaching a child: "Stand over there for me, you are not allowed to come if I don't speak."

Andre was shocked violently, and his blue eyes were filled with shock and surprise.

He actually saw with his own eyes that Zhao Chenghuai was smiling, stepping back helplessly, exuding pampering and pampering that he had never seen before.

What's the situation?

In the end what happened?

Andre swears that when Zhao Chenghuai asked him to take Nangong away last night, he was furious, cold and cruel, and wished to kill Yu Heng on the spot to vent his anger.

just now……

Probably leaning on the railing of the stairs in the distance, leisurely and gracefully, waiting for the head of the family to deal with their group of uninvited guests.

Andre's shocked and terrified eyes slowly fell from Zhao Chenghuai to Yu Heng.

He suppressed his anger, and said politely in a low voice: "Mr. Yu, let's talk if we have something to say."

"Talk about what?"

"...Talk about the throne that Nangong Ji should inherit."

Yu Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at this arrogant man with blond hair and blue eyes, and suddenly remembered clearly.

Yes, his son has the throne to inherit.

it is true.

Yu Heng, who raised Nangong Hide hard and simple since he was a child, has the luxury and wealth of the representative of the throne in his mind.

Mr. Nangong is already domineering enough, and there is no need to domineer the royal family again.

Without even thinking about it, he directly refused.

"Mr. Andre Gruss, whoever you want to inherit the throne is fine, please don't disturb my son's happy life as an ordinary child."

Yu Heng hated this kind of guy who gave birth and didn't raise him.

Just because the other party hurt his finger, his tone was a little gentler.

"You don't have to try to beat Hide away, he is no longer your son."

Yu Heng's eyes were firm, and he said firmly, "He is my son."

Andre is just a tool man who takes away the child, full of grievances and has nowhere to say under Wang's gaze.

He stared at Zhao Chenghuai with contemptuous and contemptuous eyes, and used the best shield in the world.

"Mr. Yu, even if you don't care about the throne, at least you should ask the child's opinion."

Nangong Ji woke up amidst the noise, and found that he had fulfilled his father's expectations.

"Now, this Mr. Andre said, you have a throne to inherit, and I want to hear your opinion."

Yu Heng smiled kindly, sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for him to make a decision.

Nangong Hyun blinked his eyes, and leaned closer to his dear father.

"Dad, what are you talking about? Who is this uncle? Why can't I understand?"

Playing a full set of acting, Nan Gongxi has improved in acting recently, absolutely dare not rashly say: Good!I want to inherit the throne!

Because he doesn't want to die yet.

Andre's cheeks were swollen, and when he saw it, he was slapped hard on the face, and he dared to look at Yu Heng angrily.

Zhao Chenghuai sat in the farthest corner of the living room, silent as if being punished, and looked at Yu Heng helplessly.

Nangong Ji, who was begging for life under Yu Heng, understood the current situation in a second!

Andre was beaten by his father!

The bad brother was also suppressed by his father!

If he dared to say boldly that Dad, I want to inherit the throne, he might lose his bank card with a deposit of 3 yuan in the next second, and he would never even think about gaining his father's trust in this life.

The three mountains stood in front of him, and Yu Heng was the most magnificent.

Seeing his son obediently leaning over and acting like a spoiled child, Yu Heng's heart softened.

He stretched out his arms to hold Nangong Ji, and explained patiently in a gentle voice: "This uncle is called Andre, and he said he is your biological father."

"Wow." Nangong Xie gave Andre a fake look, "How could my biological father have one big cheek and one small cheek?"

Andre slapped the table hard, and before his anger flared up, he frowned and covered his fingers.

"Mr. Gruss, don't hurt your fingers anymore." The bodyguards were in a dilemma. They were just accompanying their employers to make a show, and they were not orthopedic surgeons. They really couldn't treat the successive wounds.

Andre's teeth were about to be ground.

His son put his whole heart and soul into thinking about Yu Heng as a man, and even dared to mock him in front of Yu Heng.

If this is in Siberia, he must hang Nangong Ji into an ice sculpture, so that Nan Gong Ji can learn to respect him as a father.

Unfortunately, the tiger fell in Pingyang.

He could only swallow his anger, and under Zhao Chenghuai's eyes full of interest, he pinched his fingers and said bitterly, "I am indeed your biological father."

Nangong stared at the blond-haired and blue-eyed Andre with his blue eyes, bit his lips, and grabbed Yu Heng's arm pitifully and cutely.

"Dad, I don't know him, and I'm afraid."

Andre: ...

Andre didn't expect to pretend to be like this.

During the summer camp, he always looked at Nangong Ji with the standard of a monarch.

Although he is young and immature, he is very similar to him in being ruthless and merciless. He will become a great weapon in the future, and he is very satisfied.

Now, where did the kid in front of him, acting like a baby and pretending to be a fool, come from?

How could he hug Yu Heng's arm and say "I'm afraid", throwing away all responsibility!

Andre was shocked.

Blue eyes burning with anger looked at Zhao Chenghuai in surprise.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as what Zhao Chenghuai said.

If you want to train Nangong Yin to be king, you have to forcefully take him away from Yu Heng!

Receiving Andre's gaze for help, Zhao Chenghuai lowered his eyes to avoid it, and leaned leisurely in the chair, not wanting to get involved in this battle between the old father and the cub.

Yes, last night he asked Andre to take Nangong Ji away.

It's a pity that Andre is too useless to complete the task independently, let alone help.

Yu Heng's anger has not subsided yet.

The beautiful misunderstanding of 700 million US dollars made Zhao Chenghuai find a new kind of fun, but he didn't want to anger Yu Heng and was kicked out.

Then, the villa fell into an eerie silence.

There were obviously more than a dozen people present, but they were even breathing lightly. Everyone's eyes wandered from side to side, and they didn't know which boss to rely on to break the deadlock.

Nangong Ji, as the center of the storm, stayed out of the matter.

He leaned on Yu Heng, enjoying the capriciousness of being an obedient little cutie.

"Dad, this uncle with a swollen face has terrible eyes. Can we drive him out?"

"Are these men in black black men? Are they here to catch me?"

"Nangong Ji!" Andre couldn't bear it anymore, and interrupted his milky voice with a sinister voice, "I'm here to take you back to inherit the throne."

Not the throne, not the throne, but the Siberian monarchy.

It was this sentence that kicked off the signal they agreed to go to the hunting ground.

Nangong Hin's eyes lit up, and before he could answer, the old father's gentle touch covered his head.

Yu Heng narrowed his eyes slightly and questioned Andre.

"Oh, so the tradition in your country is to throw the heir to the throne into an orphanage to fend for himself?"

of course not!

Against Zhao Chenghuai's gaze, Andre pushed all problems to his biological mother.

"Because I am in a free relationship with Nangong Ji's mother, I didn't even know she was pregnant and gave birth to a child, so I only recently found out that Nan Gong Ji is my son."

Yu Heng looks down on this kind of man who doesn't care about children. His wife doesn't even know she's pregnant and giving birth, what a waste!

"I only found out recently, so why are you still looking for him?"

As soon as the question came out, Andre frowned, his blue eyes raised strong resistance, and he didn't want to answer the question at all.

Zhao Chenghuai glanced at it.

The Siberian monarch whispered: "I am sterile."

The atmosphere in the room was silent, and countless people gasped, but did not dare to laugh out loud.

Yu Heng looked at him with a hint of sympathy.

Automatically filled the brain with the feudal king who traveled around the flowers and was merciful everywhere. He didn't cherish his son, and only when he found out that he didn't have that function, he hurriedly looked for his son.

Too scum!

Unfit to be a father!

The plot of the little prince living among the people fell on Nangong Ji, which suddenly aroused Yu Heng's strong curiosity.

He only saw in novels that Mr. Nangong was the emperor and had royal blood, but he knew nothing about the royal family behind the little boy.

In Bazong literature, no matter how powerful the setting is, it will become a foil for the love brain.

Thinking about it carefully, the only place where the royal family was photographed was probably the Aurora Villa where Nangong Xie imprisoned Su Sisi.

The indifferent and proud Mr. Nangong, under the ethereal aurora, told his beloved woman about his noble lineage, in an attempt to awaken the love of Su Sisi.

However, no.

How could Xu Sisi, who wasn't even loved by the overlord, love an emperor.

Yu Heng looked down at Nangong Ji.

The azure blue eyes are pure and clear, completely different from Andre's deep and complex dark blue.

Instead of waiting for Nangong Ji to miss the throne and go astray without his knowing it, it is better to ascend the throne as king in a fair and honest manner under his supervision.

After a while, Yu Heng figured it out.

He looked at Andre, whose face was half swollen into a pig's head, and said seriously:

"It's fine if you want Hideo to inherit the throne, I will go to your country with him."

Zhao Chenghuai was watching the play leisurely, waiting for the little boy to leave Yu Heng and grow up alone.

Hearing this sentence, he suddenly looked surprised, and looked at Yu Heng with a slight frown.

"You want to accompany him to inherit the throne?" Zhao Chenghuai finally said.

Andre looked at him excitedly as if waiting for a savior.

Yu Heng really didn't want to deal with his bad brother, but he couldn't lose face in front of outsiders.

"If Hideo wants the throne, it should be his, and I won't stop it. But, Hideo is only nine years old, how can he go to that kind of place without a guardian?"

Andre opened his mouth, "As his biological father..."

"Are you worthy?" Yu Heng asked very directly.

Not worthy, shut up.

Andre felt intense hostility.

In this villa, he is only worthy of being the bottom of the food chain.

Zhao Chenghuai confirmed what Yu Heng meant.

During the long silence, Zhao Chenghuai's eyes fell on Nangong Ji's body deeply, with scrutiny and deep meaning.

Nan Gongxi hugged her father's waist and moved quietly, avoiding Zhao Chenghuai's sight.

Why is the sight of the bad brother so terrible.

Shouldn't you be moved by the deep father-son friendship between my father and me?

He will definitely kill the hunting ground king and make Dad proud of him!

Everyone in Siberia received an email from Wang in the middle of the night.

Hunting Grounds has brand new rules:

In the land of Siberia, it is not allowed to be called KING, and it is not allowed to be called king.

In this icy and snowy hunting ground, there is only one title for the new king——

Alex.

"The king is coming back?"

"That's great, the boring dinner party finally waited for the return of the master."

"But what does Wang's new rule mean?"

"I don't know. Just like the queen once asked everyone to call her sweetheart, change your mood."

The chat records kept refreshing, and suddenly someone named Zhao Fuli.

"Zhao, do you know what Wang means?"

The office of the chairman of the Black Star Group is brightly lit.

In the chat room of the Siberian monarch on the computer screen, similar inquiries kept popping up.

Zhao Fuli could see clearly, but he couldn't reply with a few words.

He sat in the leather sofa chair, crossed his fingers, and looked at Zhao Chenghuai across from him.

The young and handsome hunting ground king has just issued a brand new rule in front of him.

After confirming that everyone has received the email, Zhao Chenghuai said with a smile: "I am very satisfied with the $700 million deal. It is said that knowing a son is like a father. Sure enough, my father understands me very well."

No, Zhao Fuli didn't understand at all.

He hoped that Yu Heng could leave Zhao Chenghuai's life completely, and give him back his son who was addicted to Siberia games and didn't want to come back at all!

As a result, no.

700 million US dollars was transferred to Zhao Chenghuai's secret account as promised.

Zhao Chenghuai sat across from his desk that night and wrote a new hunting ground rule.

And, tell him: "Black Star doesn't have to participate in the summer hunt this year."

Black Star Group has become a well-deserved leading enterprise in the world.

Participating in the hunt is just the icing on the cake.

However, the new rules issued by Zhao Chenghuai are very meaningful, as if something happened quietly that Zhao Fuli didn't notice.

"Then..." Zhao Fuli was so cautious that he broke out in a cold sweat when facing his own son, "Then your brother..."

Zhao Chenghuai said: "When Yu Heng and I go to Siberia, I will pick him up personally."

He looked at the time, "It shouldn't be long before he can contact you."

Just as he was talking, Zhao Fuli's 24-hour private mobile phone suddenly vibrated violently.

When he saw the word "Chi Shen" on the screen, he immediately felt his back relax, and he was very relieved.

"Chi Shen." He couldn't wait to get on the phone.

At that time, Zhao Chishen's voice was excited and he shouted super loudly: "Dad! I can finally contact you. The hunting ground is too perverted, but don't worry, I lost this time, but next time I will You can definitely win!"

The son's voice was full of air, and he knew that he hadn't suffered any grievances.

"Chi Shen, Siberia is not important now, you should come back and rest first."

Zhao Fuli let go of his worries, and said slowly, "After a while, your brother will take over your job..."

"Huh? Zhao Chenghuai? No way."

Zhao Chishen's tone was full, "I'm already familiar with the hunting ground, and I thought of a method that can definitely win the top spot. Do you remember Yu Heng? Yu Heng who helped me get the No. 1 cruise ship!"

"He is proficient in games, and beat that guy Zhao Chenghuai to death on the cruise ship."

"Dad, don't worry! I'll ask Zhang Yuming to tie Yu Heng to Siberia immediately."

"Zhao Chenghuai can't get back the hunting ground, I'll get it back for you!"

Zhao Fuli: ...

The chairman's office was quiet and quiet, and Zhao Chishen's voice was so clear that he could hear it two meters away.

Zhao Fuli thought back to Zhao Chishen's topic about Yu Heng, and felt that his eyes were dark.

He defended his son, "I don't think your brother meant that."

Zhao Chenghuai propped his cheeks and smiled softly, "Then tell me, what does he mean?"