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Fu Juehan's eyeballs trembled twice, and before he could speak, the muzzle of the gun in front of him had already stuck out of the door, and in the next second, he directly put his head on it!

"Don't scare people." The male voice was dull and menacing, as if forced out of his chest: "Father, dear."

After the two words fell, Meng Yi was completely stunned.

Father?Is this person Fu Juehan's father?

But which father would bring five or six thugs to ambush his son's room?The current scene is more like a robber visiting the door than a father and son exchanging greetings.

Meng Yi looked at the thugs who surrounded them, feeling inexplicably horrified, and when he looked up, the man just walked out of the room, and the two met eyes unexpectedly!

As if being licked on the back by a snake spitting out a letter, at that moment he only felt that his legs were weak, his scalp was numb, and he even stopped breathing for two seconds.

It was a man who was two centimeters taller than Fu Juehan, tall and straight, with a fierce face, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a sharp line, his eyes were so sharp that he could see through people at a glance, he was clearly looking at Meng Yiqing Laughing, but more terrifying and gloomy than any other expression.

"this?"

"my people."

The man looked Meng Yi from head to toe, and even when he spoke, his eyes were still staring into his flesh: "Friend? Or just ordered?"

With a "click", the doorknob was pulled down. Fu Juehan held the piece of aluminum tightly, and his voice was as hoarse as if he swallowed sand: "I told you, this is mine."

The man glanced at him, smiled suddenly, raised his hand and put the gun back on his waist, and said softly, "I wish you all good luck."

The thugs dispersed, half followed the man into the room, and half blocked behind Meng Yi and Li Yang like a human wall.

Fu Juehan quickly walked towards them in the opposite direction of the flow of people, and at that moment Meng Yi suddenly had an illusion——

For him, Fu Juehan was going against something terrible without hesitation.

He trotted over and threw himself into the man's arms, rubbing against Fu Juehan's chin. The latter held his head and shook it gently, his voice trembling: "Sorry, did you startle me?"

"What kind of apology are you saying?" Meng Yi came out of his arms, stroking his side face comfortingly: "I'm fine, how about you, how are you? He is your... father ?”

Fu Juehan and Li Yang looked at each other, and raised their eyebrows at the same time: "I will explain to you later, follow me after entering, and don't make a sound no matter what he says."

The thug made a gesture of invitation to Fu Juehan, respectfully: "Master, please come in."

It's funny, this is obviously Meng Yi's room, but now he is going to be led in by a stranger's bodyguard.

Fu Juehan's father had already taken off his coat and was standing in the kitchen cutting fruit.

He was wearing an old black sweater, the cuffs were carefully rolled up above the elbows, he was pressing the watermelon with his left hand, and holding the knife with his right hand, he glanced in Meng Yi's direction and then suddenly waved his arm.

With a click, the melon rind exploded, and the red juice flowed down the sharp blade and splashed, wetting his slender fingers.

It seemed that the round thing was not a watermelon, but a living person's head.

"A child adopted by the Meng family?"

There was silence all around, and no one answered his question.

The man only smiled, and stuck a piece of watermelon into his mouth with a sharp knife point, chewing slowly: "The white-eyed wolf who made Meng Qingshu's wife a fool?"

Meng Yi was stunned for two seconds, his pupils dilated instantly, and he trembled like a frightened bird: "I—"

"That's enough!" Fu Juehan roared angrily, his whole body was full of hostility, and the thugs on the left and right rushed over. He stretched out his arms and blocked Meng Yi tightly, "What the hell are you trying to do?"

"The lower floor is all mine." The man smiled, turning his wrist to throw and catch the fruit knife, but his tone was as calm as if he was talking to some dead thing: "Ajue, don't overestimate yourself, you The odds of winning with Li Yang are not great, let alone having a little lover."

He tilted his head to look at Meng Yi, put down the knife, and supported the desk with one hand: "I heard that this kid is afraid of water, why, do you want to take him to a different environment for honeymoon?"

"you dare!"

"See if I dare."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the bodyguards stretched their hands to the back, Meng Yi's wrist was suddenly clenched, Fu Juehan grabbed his arm so hard that his veins popped up, but Meng Yi couldn't care about the pain anymore, he just felt Cold all over the body.

This is not a strict father at all, but a lawless gangster.

It was Fu Juehan who finally compromised. He took a deep breath, bowed his head towards the man, "Speak."

"Very good." The man smiled with satisfaction, dug out a piece of steak from the cupboard, and took a small hammer.

"I just came back from abroad this morning. Your father said that he wanted to eat beef brisket with tomato at noon, so I went to the supermarket to buy ingredients myself. I chose seven or eight kinds of brisket alone. When I went home, I saw that he was gone."

As the voice fell, the hammer hit the steak with a "bang", Meng Yi was caught off guard and was so frightened that he was so shocked that he almost cried out.

He watched the blood seeping from the steak drip down the counter, and when the man turned his head, a drop splashed on the corner of his eye: "It's really not a good habit to be picky eaters, so do you know where he went?"

"do not know."

"I don't know?" He smiled, turned his head and beat the piece of meat on the desk seriously, and said, "Call him."

The thug took Fu Juehan's mobile phone, bent down and handed it to him: "Master."

Fu Juehan didn't answer: "If he's turned off or doesn't have a phone, then even I can't get through."

The man didn't speak, he didn't even look up, only the blunt sound of the hammer smashing the steak reverberated in the room, one by one, clear and depressing.

After one side was smashed, he turned the steak over, then raised his finger, and the thugs immediately went to open the window. Meng Yigang recalled that there was a big swimming pool downstairs in the hotel, and he heard the man say: "If I put you Can you think of Fu Ge's other contact information?"

Fu Juehan was completely angry: "He is the son of the Meng family!"

"You think I care?" The man looked at the thug: "Do it."

"Wait!" Fu Juehan roared in a rough voice, folded his arms and held Meng Yi tightly in his arms, as if he was hugging his only weakness, the strength was so heavy that his shoulders could be crushed, "I hit... ...."

"Fu Juehan..." Meng Yi huddled in his arms and cried out with red eyes. He really wanted to say don't worry about me, but just as he opened his mouth, his mouth was covered, and Fu Juehan was at the corner of his mouth. Kissed, "Don't be afraid, good boy."

He pushed Meng Yi to Li Yang, and drove the two of them into the sofa in the corner, then turned around and stood in front of them like a wall.

"I want my suitcase."

The man gestured to the thug: "Give it to him."

Opening the box, he took out a very ordinary USB flash drive, tore off the soft leather padding on one side, and found a phone card inside.

Fu Juehan inserted the calling card into the phone, and when entering the number, the thug came over and stared at the screen, the man smiled: "Don't look, they won't use this number anymore."

"If he doesn't have a mobile phone, then I can't get through."

The man picked up the hammer and smashed it on the steak that had turned into a meat paste again: "You better pray for it to get through."

The next 2 minutes were the longest in Meng Yi's life, even more depressing than underwater.

When the female voice in the system rang again, Fu Juehan had already called for the second time, but there was still only the ringtone of "beep beep beep" on the other side.

Li Yang's face became paler and paler, and the man's mood became more and more anxious. He mechanically beat the piece of rotten meat louder and faster each time. When the system prompt sounded for the third time, the man's patience was exhausted.

He raised his foot and kicked the door of the cupboard, smashed the porcelain plate with a "bang" of the hammer, and walked over murderously.

In the next second, Fu Juehan's tense shoulders suddenly loosened, "It's clear..."

The man was stunned, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Turn on the hands-free."

The voice from the other side sounded first, it was a gentle and cold male voice: "A Jue?"

The man leaned over to the phone: "Honey, it's me."

The sound on the other side suddenly went silent, and the phone and the two spaces fell into dead silence at the same time. Meng Yi broke out in a cold sweat, and a chill ran from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.

"I'm sorry." Fu Juehan lowered his head, his eyes were scarlet, as if his heart had been gouged out by a knife: "Xiaoyi is here, I can't..."

The other side was quiet for two or three minutes before saying: "Understood, tell him, I will go back in two or ten minutes."

After the phone was hung up, Fu Juehan knelt in front of the open suitcase, covering his eyes with his right hand, as if his soul had been taken away together.

"Let them go, I'll stay."

"No!" Meng Yi rushed to stand in front of Fu Juehan, glaring at the man like a helpless and angry little beast: "What are you going to do! This is a society ruled by law, he is your son, do you want to attack your own son? ?!"

The man seemed to have heard some joke, and looked at Fu Juehan sarcastically: "Are you so afraid of scaring him?"

Meng Yi couldn't react: "What...what do you mean, what do you want—"

"Li Yang!" Fu Juehan yelled backwards, and at the same time grabbed Meng Yi's shoulders and dragged the two of them outside the door. After a frenzied knock on the door, the whole corridor fell into silence again. It was Li Yang who took Meng Yi dragged away.

For the next 10 minutes, Fu Juehan maintained a half-kneeling posture. The man sat on the sofa next to him with his legs crossed. Neither father nor son spoke.

The phone rang again, this time it was a video call.

The man picked it up happily, and in the picture was a thin man standing in the middle of the living room.

He has long hair and a very pale expression on his face. He may have come back in a hurry. The hem of the light blue sweater was stained with paint, and a strand of hair escaped from the rubber band and hung carelessly beside his collarbone.

Like a mermaid entwined by aquatic plants on the bottom of the sea, weak but beautiful.

The two looked at each other across the screen, one's eyes were empty, and the other's eyes were full of interest. The man spoke first, "Call me, are you dumb?"

A dull response came from the video: "Brother Qi."

"Xiao Ge, don't you just smile, it makes you so unhappy when you go home?" Qi Han said as he turned the camera around, grabbed Fu Juehan's hair and put his head in front of the screen: "Ah Jue also Here, I specially asked him to show you, you haven't seen each other for half a year, right?"

Fu Ge took a look, clenched his hands into fists, pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile, like two seams in a mask: "Thank you."

"So blunt?"

Qi Han reached out his hand to the bodyguard, who picked up the hammer that smashed the steak and handed it to him, "You know, you disappeared for more than two hours again, according to the previous rules, I should step on Ah Jue's two fingers, but today I Suddenly it doesn't matter to you, does it?"

With a "crash", he grabbed Fu Juehan's hair and pushed him down to the ground, then suddenly raised his hand holding the hammer, and smashed it straight down on his head!

"Don't!" Fu Ge screamed, clutching the phone tightly in fright: "Don't touch him, it's my fault, I ran out by myself!"

The man stopped moving, the hammer was only an inch away from Fu Juehan's head, "Why are you so sad again, can't you just smile at me?"

Fu Ge was still explaining in a hurry: "I didn't sneak away, I just went out to paint, and the bellflowers outside are blooming very well today, I want to see—"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "bang", the man pressed Fu Juehan's head and slammed it on the glass coffee table, a small puddle of blood immediately oozed out, and Fu Juehan didn't even groan the whole time.

Qi Han repeated word by word to the video: "Honey, I've said it before, I'll make you laugh."

The air froze for two seconds, and Fu Ge burst out laughing.

First, the corners of his mouth fluttered, then he laughed lightly, and then he laughed out loud, the sound became louder and the tears flowed more and more, he wiped the water from his face indiscriminately, and laughed embarrassingly and pitifully.

Fu Juehan stared at the screen expressionlessly, with a backlog of hatred in his eyes, his fingertips clenched his palm deeply, and layers of blood oozed out.

Half a minute later, Qi Han helped him up, found a handkerchief from somewhere, and kindly covered his wound.

"Ah Jue is also very obedient today, and he didn't fight back even once." He paused, as if he had suddenly realized, and looked at Fu Ge: "Ah, maybe it's because I invited his little boyfriend downstairs as a guest."

Fu Ge remained silent, standing there like a beautiful mural, Qi Han turned Fu Juehan's face to show him: "The wound is healed, should I be rewarded tonight?"

Fu Ge blinked: "Whatever you want."

Qi Han looked at him tenderly: "The sleeping pills at home have been thrown away. I don't like corpses very much. If I find you stiff like a dead person when I get home, your good son and his little lover will go back and take the plane." I have to check my luggage, understand?"

The goal was easily achieved, and Qi Han was in a good mood when he left, and even helped his son straighten his collar.

Fu Juehan supported the tea table and stood up, grabbed a tissue to cover the wound, the video hadn't been hung up yet, Fu Ge was standing in the living room quietly watching him, trembling violently: "Ah Jue, you hurt It doesn't hurt..."

Fu Juehan didn't make a sound, and after a long time, he mouthed to him: Give me another month.

Fu Ge was stunned for a moment, his pupils widened instantly when he realized what he wanted to do: "Are you crazy?"

The paper towel fell, and a string of blood dripped down smoothly, Fu Juehan said, "Yes."

The author says:

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