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There are large black clouds piled up on the gloomy sky, and the evening sky has completely darkened. The sultry wind is mixed with moist water vapor, and the treetops are shaking slightly.

The hall of the solemn Wu family mansion was in a mess, broken porcelain pieces and wreckage were scattered all over the floor, and the overturned soup stains spread silently on the carpet.

The servants of the Wu family didn't dare to breathe, they only dared to look up cautiously at the two father and son who were confronting each other in the living room with a strong smell of gunpowder.

In the oppressive and stiff atmosphere of the hall, the boy kneeling in the glass slag had a fierce face, his facial features were a little sharp, his eyes were a little red, and he was constantly trying to break free from the shackles of the two burly bodyguards behind him. Like a raging beast.

The elegant face of the middle-aged man in front of him was horribly gloomy, and he said to the boy kneeling on the ground with disgust, "Wu Chu, I'll give you one last chance to break up with that boy."

The old housekeeper at the side looked at Wu Chu who was kneeling on the ground with red eyes in fear. The whole Wu family knew that the relationship between the father and son of the Wu family was not good.

Today's Wu Chu even made a lot of jokes in the circle in order to chase a boy. The rumors even reached Father Wu's ears, causing Father Wu to be furious.

Wu Chu, who was tightly restrained by the bodyguards and shackled his shoulders, was a little embarrassed. He took a breath, raised his head and sneered, "If you want to hit, hit it."

"Is it useful to say so much?"

The atmosphere in the whole living room was suddenly terribly suppressed. Furious, Father Wu raised the golf club he picked up from the second floor, and slapped the young man kneeling in front of him fiercely, "You bastard!"

The flesh was pumped dully, the joint from the elbow to the arm became hot immediately and then he lost the pain sensation, the flesh under the thin clothes swelled rapidly and horrific welts appeared, and the face of the person kneeling on the ground turned pale in an instant.

Furious, Wu's father stared at Wu Chu who was kneeling in front of him and said in a cold voice, "I'll say it again for the last time, if you don't break up with that man, you get out."

Wu Chu didn't speak, but looked up at Father Wu expressionlessly.

The muffled thunder rumbled outside the window, the clouds were torn apart by lightning, the shadows of the trees were swayed by the strong wind, and the pouring rain suddenly poured down overwhelmingly, making the window eaves make dull noises.

This overwhelming rain was even heavier than the rain in Wu Chu's memory.

Wu Chu tilted his head slightly. He looked at the bright and spacious Wu family hall, at the carved spiral staircase under the crystal lamp, and at the entire solemn Wu family. The night I went back to Wu's house.

That night was also a rainy day.

More than ten years ago, he was wearing ill-fitting clothes, pursed his lips, held the hand of the old housekeeper, and stepped up the spiral staircase step by step.

At that time, the servants looked at him and whispered, "illegitimate child", "wild species" and "vixen" countless malicious words rushed towards the young Wu Chu in all directions along the steam of the pouring rain.

Wu Chu was taken back to the Wu residence only after his mother died.

The first time he saw his mother was at the funeral.

That was the first and last time he saw his mother.

The wind outside the window made the treetops sway crazily, and Father Wu in the hall looked even more furious. He suddenly raised his golf club and slammed it at the person in front of him.

Before the golf club was raised high, Father Wu, who was full of anger, saw the boy kneeling on the ground in front of him staring at him, his eyes were cold, and he seemed to be struggling with the bodyguard behind him. shackles.

Father Wu's expression was cold. He raised his golf club high and said gloomily, "Hide? Try hiding again?"

"Wu Chu, even if you can hide, don't you think about whether your little lover can hide?"

Wu Chu, whose face was pale, raised his head suddenly, and his struggling body froze suddenly.

The boy who was with him was named Shen Qiuze, and everyone in the circle thought that he had taken care of Shen Qiuze. After all, Shen Qiuze was stunning in appearance and looked like a flower of a high mountain. He had been by Wu Chu's side for three years.

But Shen Qiuze told him that he was just a college student from an ordinary family.

The Wu family can destroy Shen Qiuze's existence with just a flick of a finger.

Shen Qiuze had been with him for three years, and it was impossible for Wu Chu to let Shen Qiuze ruin his studies because of the Wu family, because of him.

Wu Chu's eyes were a little red, he knelt on the ground, his back was tensed, his head was half down, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Amidst the dull thunder and the howling air of the golf club, the muffled sound of the flesh being whipped was horrifying.

Kneeling on the ground, Wu Chu's face was covered with cold sweat, and his face was frighteningly pale. His short black hair, which used to stick to his ears in short stubbles, was now soaked in cold sweat and rested on his bloodless forehead. Embarrassed.

There were swollen and criss-crossed bruises on his back, which were pulled out by Wu's father in a fit of rage.

Father Wu panted heavily, and stared at Wu Chu, who was kneeling on the ground with a pale face, almost horribly.

He looked at the boy kneeling on the ground. The boy looked at him with a bit of sternness and disgust. In an instant, it seemed that the boiling steam was slowly disappearing, and the eyes of the woman in his memory became clear in an instant. Match the scene in front of you.

The boy's appearance gradually overlapped with the woman in his memory, and a certain intensely tense nerve in his mind suddenly ruptured in an instant. Father Wu's hand holding the golf club convulsed, and he squeezed out a terrifying smile. , murmured unconsciously in his throat: "Okay, very good..."

The furious middle-aged man raised his club and slapped the boy in front of him fiercely, his flesh made a horrifying dull sound, as if he wanted to beat the boy in front of him to death.

Wu Chu looked at the man with elegant face and raised his club at him like crazy. He tilted his head and cursed inwardly. Instead of hiding, he just gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground, resisting forcefully.

Father Wu gasped heavily, his eyes were red, and he seemed to be staring at Wu Chu who was kneeling in front of him in horror. He dropped the broken golf club and walked back and forth nervously like a trapped animal. Suddenly, his expression changed. He picked up an ashtray in a distorted manner, and slammed it fiercely at the person on the ground.

Wu Chu raised his head, but he didn't move, and let the ashtray be slammed, his forehead was smashed, thick blood flowed to his eyes, there was a sharp tinnitus in his ears, and a strong smell of blood came from the tip of his nose.

He was hit so hard that his brain was buzzing, and it took him a while to raise his head with a bit of hesitation. He tilted his head and licked his lips, tasting a bit of blood.

Fortunately, it was just hit on the forehead.

Shen Qiuze seemed to like his face.

Thinking of someone in his memory, the embarrassed boy kneeling on the ground felt a little dizzy, and subconsciously moved his fingertips.

Amidst the chaos, the trembling old butler exclaimed, the door of the hall was opened at some point, and the noisy and dull sound of rain came in with the old butler's pleading voice.

"Young master, you are finally back..."

The old butler who had watched Wu Chu grow up looked at the man who came in beggingly. The man was wearing a black windbreaker, with handsome eyebrows and sharp eyes, and damp hair on his forehead.

The man looked a little cold and walked into the hall.

Wu's father with red eyes took a deep breath, sneered a few times, and said to Wu Chuhan who was kneeling on the ground: "Get out of Wu's house and don't come back."

After finishing speaking, he led the bodyguards upstairs without looking back, leaving only Wu Chu with his face covered in blood among the wreckage.

The messy hall was filled with oppressive silence. The servants watched carefully as the young master staggered and struggled to stand up. The young man had a cut on his forehead, and blood oozed out to cover his eyelashes.

Wu Chu casually wiped the blood on his forehead, more and more blood oozing from his fingers, his eyelashes moved, and looked at his biological brother Wu Han, who had the same blood as him, and his footsteps stopped in front of him Stopped, slightly raised his eyes to look at him a few times.

Like looking at some disgusting garbage.

Wu Han watched the young man stand up staggeringly like mud. After a while, he seemed to sigh and said slowly, "Wu Chu."

"Why didn't he kill you?"

The man's voice was low, with a bit of sincere regret.

It sounded like he was really regretting why the boy in front of him was not killed.

Wu Chu shook off the blood on his hands. He lazily raised his eyelids, looked at the man in front of him, and said with a little sneer, "Why didn't the thunder outside kill you?"

My mind has always been sick.

The one upstairs is, and so is the one standing in front of him now.

Wearing a windbreaker, Wu Han had a smile on his lips, but his eyes turned cold. He stared at the young man in front of him with disgust and said slowly: "Who deserves to die, some people better know in their own minds."

Wu Chu didn't lift his eyelids for a while, and he limped towards the gate of Wu's house. His knee was probably pierced with glass shards, and it was burning and painful when he walked.

Wu Han behind him was still talking about those old bad things with a cold expression, Wu Chu didn't bother to pay attention, he walked to the gate, seemed to remember something, and limped back.

Wu Han stared at the boy who came back with disgust, thinking that Wu Chu regretted getting out of Wu's house, and said coldly, "Regret? Wu Chu, let me tell you..."

Before the man could speak, he saw the limping boy taking a black umbrella from the leather sofa and was about to go out. After hearing Wu Han's words, the boy looked up at him inexplicably and said, "You have to tell me What?"

The man's sarcasm stuck in his throat for a moment, he looked at the boy who obviously just came back to get an umbrella, his face was gloomy, and he couldn't continue talking.

After a while, the man said coldly: "Don't take the Wu family's umbrella if you have the backbone."

The limping Wu Chu was even more inexplicable, and directly opened the umbrella with a "bang", and the words "Dafa Cai Supermarket Gift" on the black umbrella were directly in front of the man.

Wu Han's face became more and more ugly, and he just said something: "You..."

Unexpectedly, Wu Chuchong, who was carrying a black umbrella, said impatiently to the man, "What are you?"

"Can you get out of the way?"

The man's face was completely dark. Wu Chu only glanced at him, and after saying something stupid, he limped out of the hall with his big black umbrella on his shoulder.

The heavy rain outside was pouring down, and the raindrops dripped down the dim street lamp shades. In the misty rain, Wu Chu, who was rolled out of the house, squatted by the curb, silently calling a number that no one answered.

He pressed the number he knew by heart over and over again, and dialed it again and again, until the mechanical female voice told him again and again that the number you dialed was temporarily unanswered, please try again later.

On the foggy winding mountain road, except for the dull sound of rain, there is only silence.

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At the same time, in the suite of the Hill Hotel, it was raining heavily outside. The man in the bathrobe closed his eyes and accepted the kiss from the little boy who straddled him, caressing the back of the little boy's neck with one hand carelessly.

As if he noticed that the little boy looked confused and wanted to kiss his lips, the man frowned slightly, opened his eyes, grabbed the little boy's hair and said coldly: "Did the person who sent you here tell you the rules?"

The little boy's face turned pale, and he timidly grabbed the man's bathrobe, looking a little frightened.

Shen Qiuze suddenly felt a little dull. He glanced at the timid little boy, let go of his hand, leaned on the sofa and raised his head, signaling the little boy to continue.

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief, straddled the man, seemed to have heard something, hesitated for a moment, and then said cautiously, "Mr. Shen, your phone is ringing..."

Shen Qiuze closed his eyes slightly, and lightly stroked the back of the boy's neck with his cold fingers, and said in a casual voice, "Don't worry about it, just keep doing it."

Not long after, in the dimly lit suite, the bathrobes on the sofa were piled up messily on the sofa, covering the mobile phone that kept flickering incoming calls.

After more than ten minutes, the screen of the mobile phone covered under the messy towel finally stopped the beating of incoming calls and became completely quiet.

The author has something to say:

Wu Chu: I ran away from home with my big black umbrella to find my wife (PS fake wife)

Come on hot babes!This book Wu Chu is shou (scream of passion), a heartthrob Shura field crematorium chaos (scream of passion), almost all the staff are dogs (scream of passion), and finally chirping the babies who haven’t seen for a long time are hot! ! ! (passion tweeted)