I spoil the domineering president

Xu Zhuo immediately guessed that the media had dug up some bad news. He reached out and gently wiped away the drops of water dripping from Du Ziyou's forehead, and said softly, "Can I watch it?"

Du Ziyou seemed a little surprised that he would ask, he hesitated, then handed over the phone, and sat on the sofa to brush his hair absently.

On the screen of the mobile phone is the news report page, which has been pulled to the bottom of the netizen comments, Xu Zhuo glanced at them, most of them are innocuous comments, some accuse Bingyu of bullying, or sneer at Yue Laiyong for his lack of psychological endurance .

But after all, someone was killed, and a few extreme netizens left messages of abuse, asking Bingyou to "kill for life".

The keyboard man's remarks were very extreme. Xu Zhuo thought that he was Buddhist enough. When he thought that Du Ziyou was reading these comments just now, he became very angry.

With a sullen face, he swiped his finger to the top of the page and browsed briefly from the beginning of the article.

The report was very long, and a relatively large local new media reviewed the whole story of the jumping incident, and published the information disclosed by the "insider", as well as the author's speculation based on it.

The tone and tone of the article, which is mixed with too many personal "reasonable speculations", is not so much a news report as a story written by a gossip magazine.

Xu Zhuo closed the page, and handed the phone back to him: "Director Wen is already dealing with it?"

Du Ziyou nodded in disbelief, and rubbed the same place repeatedly with a towel in one hand, but did not pick up the phone.

"Don't wipe it," Xu Zhuo stepped forward helplessly to stop his movements, "Do you think you have too much hair? I'll get the hair dryer, don't move around."

After the towel was removed, Du Ziyou's black hair was in a mess, adding to his youthful air, and he sat obediently on the sofa like a child waiting for his parents to pick him up from school.

Xu Zhuo took the hair dryer and plugged it in, and the hot air was blown out. He fiddled with his hair with his five fingers while controlling the slight shaking of the hair dryer.

Du Ziyou seemed to have said something, but his voice was too soft, covered by the whirring hair dryer.

Xu Zhuo turned the hair dryer up and down, and asked, "What did you just say?"

Du Ziyou clasped the hand that was pulling his hair with both hands, looked up at him, and said again in a raised voice: "What the media reported is not true."

Xu Zhuo was stunned for a moment, is he finally going to be honest with himself?

"I believe," Xu Zhuo said softly, "Actually, I don't care about the truth, I only care about you."

Du Ziyou looked at him sideways for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Father has done a paternity test."

Xu Zhuo looked into his eyes and nodded.He was not surprised by this. Anyone would be cautious when it comes to property distribution, let alone such a big family.

However, as Du Ziyou's own son, he can only be assigned to Bingyou's company from many industries. The old Mr. Du's partiality is obvious.

"My mother accidentally shook it out when she was ill. When I was just born, blood was taken for identification." Du Ziyou looked away and looked at the void, and his tone was calm as if he was telling someone else's story. "She was insane when she was ill. Qing, it's like a different person, smashing things, swearing, and revealing all the things that were usually kept hidden, and then fell into regret after returning to normal, holding me and crying bitterly."

He was only eight years old at that time, perhaps because of the oppressive atmosphere before the thunderstorm, Fan Huiru suddenly fell ill and dragged his youngest son into the torrential rain.He desperately tried to break free, but instead he pinched his shoulders and yelled at his ears, his eardrums were about to be pierced by her hysterical screams.She tore open the old scars with vicious words, completely ignoring her son's horrified and helpless eyes.

After waking up, she remembered the big mistake she had made, and took a chance thinking that her son was too young to understand.However, Du Ziyou was precocious and knew more things than she thought, and even because she inherited her sensitivity, what she said had a huge impact on his young heart-to be hated by close relatives, for a child, it was tantamount to Abandoned by the whole world.

"Since then, I have always noticed other people's whispers behind their backs," Du Ziyou's voice was ethereal, "Maybe it existed before, but I didn't notice until then. After my mother passed away, the servants and other people in the circle Even more unscrupulous, even if they didn't say it to their faces, their expressions and behaviors..."

Surprised that I suddenly became an outcast who was not accepted by the people around me, how strong my heart is to withstand these gossips.

Xu Zhuo snapped off the hair dryer and put it aside, cupped his face with both palms, approached slowly with eyes facing each other, and pressed a kiss on his rosy thin lips after bathing.

There was no desire in this kiss, it was purer than any previous one, but the intensity of emotion was not inferior to any other one.

It dispelled the haze in Du Ziyou's emotions and brought him back to reality from the distant memories.The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the dark eyeballs also became alive.

"May I ask, this...scandal," Xu Zhuo asked in a low voice, "how did it get out? My dad said something about your family, but he rarely mentioned your mother, let alone this something happened."

Du Ziyou lowered his eyes halfway, rubbing against his warm and generous palm, and replied: "People in the old house don't want to talk about her, so I don't know the details. I did a special investigation a few years ago, and I only know She has a sensitive and introverted personality, and stays at the gate of the old house all day long. Later, her eldest brother was born, and her father allowed her to help Bingyou. It was probably at that time that she had contact with Oya. Later, rumors spread, and her father Put her under house arrest and give birth to me half a year later."

Xu Zhuo nodded. Oya’s boss was a young man in his prime at the time. He had been with men and women for a long time. A woman's fame.

Du Ziyou clasped the back of his hand, and his pupils ignited: "These people are just hypocrites with a good face. They hide their dirty things too well, and hide their filth under their perfect appearance. They have no right to talk about my mother." !"

"I know," Xu Zhuo smiled wryly, "I have had a lot of contact with these people for a while, and I don't need to enter their circle to get a glimpse of it."

Suddenly he had an idea, saying that he was afraid that Du Ziyou would recall bad memories again, but he also hoped that he could share all the unpleasantness with him; only by speaking out and exposing the wound to the sun, could it be possible to truly heal.

So he hesitated, but he still asked: "Your mother couldn't control herself when she got sick, did she... hurt you?"

Du Ziyou shook his head: "When a person gets sick, he is not the original person. I don't blame her."

Maybe it was because the worry in Xu Zhuo's eyes was too obvious, his tone became a little anxious, as if he was defending his mother: "You have never seen my father, you don't know what he is like, he is a tyrant. Although he never did it himself Hitting people, but good at cold violence and mental abuse, my mother is so delicate that an ant would not bear to hurt her, she was driven crazy by her father, she is also a victim!"

This was the child's love for his mother, Xu Zhuo's heart throbbed, and he silently kissed his lips again.

His kisses always had miraculous effects, and Du Ziyou's emotions seemed to have been pushed down, and he immediately calmed down a lot.Xu Zhuo pressed his lips against his and said softly, "Don't worry, that person can't hurt you now."

Hearing this, Du Ziyou gently pushed him away, with a smile on his brows, and even looked into his eyes viciously and said: "That's natural, he is lying in the old house now, dying, and he will live in a few days. Back then I took over Bingyou and dismissed a large number of moths he left behind, do you think he doesn't want to drive me away? But he was so angry that he couldn't get sick, he could only be a paper tiger."

Xu Zhuo also smiled, but what he was worried about was not only Mr. Du, but also Du Yongfeng who was pressing on his head like a mountain. He is the current head of the Du family.

"This kind of thing is a scandal for the Du family, right?" Xu Zhuo was puzzled, "Your elder brother didn't interfere at all, and just let it out?"

Du Ziyou frowned, and said: "Brother is a copy of my father. Although he is not as violent as him, he is even more gloomy than his father. I'm not sure what his intentions are."

As he said that, he bent his eyes again, feeling a lot more relaxed than before: "Don't worry, I'm not a child now, and my mental capacity is strong enough. Besides, don't you still have you?"

But Xu Zhuo couldn't laugh, how could it be so easy to get rid of the shadow of childhood, he couldn't see that his sweetheart was not happy at all.

He still wanted to talk, but was interrupted by the ringing of "Lingling".He had no choice but to take Du Ziyou's cell phone: "Probably Director Wen."

He looked down, but it was not. The two big characters of "Old House" occupied the screen, and Xu Zhuo hesitated to hand it to him.

Du Ziyou noticed his abnormality and asked, "Who?"

Xu Zhuo glanced at him, "Calling from your home." After a pause, he asked again, "Can I send it outside?"

Du Ziyou looked at him and said "Yes".

There are several sofas in the living room, Xu Zhuo still chose to sit with his sweetheart, and turned on the small speaker on the incoming call interface.

Silent.

The two people on the sofa looked at each other, and Du Ziyou said, "Hello, brother?"

Du Yongfeng's low and arrogant voice came from over there: "I haven't made progress in a few years, can't even cover this?"

Xu Zhuo helped the shoulder of the person next to him, Du Ziyou took a deep breath, and said, "The people under my command are already solving the problem, and the report can be deleted tomorrow."

There was silence for a while, before he said: "Father found out, he is very angry. You go home tomorrow."

Xu Zhuo grasped his hand tightly, and promised silently with his mouth: "I'll accompany you."

Unexpectedly, Du Ziyou just stared at him for a long time, until a question of "Hello" came from the mobile phone, then he slowly shook his head, his gaze stayed on Xu Zhuo's face, but he said to the person on the mobile phone: "Sorry, brother, at this time I You can't leave the company alone, I have to go to work tomorrow."

Perhaps because he did not expect to receive such an answer, Xu Zhuo laughed dumbly, but Du Yongfeng paused as if choking, and then said coldly: "The wings are hard, against my father's wishes, I'm afraid I want to go to work in the future None of them are in class."

Is this a threat?

Xu Zhuo frowned, Bingyou is the property of the Du family, Mr. Du is not dead yet, is he always ready to take it back?

"Brother," Du Ziyou's voice sank, "Mother handed Bingyou into my hands, it's not so easy for you to take it away."

Du Yongfeng sneered: "I'm afraid you have forgotten that she didn't make a will, and her father is the major shareholder of Bingyou."

Fan Huiru had been in a state of mental illness for a long time, and died so suddenly, how could she have time to make a will?

Du Ziyou gritted his teeth in hatred: "Bingyou is my mother's hard work, and I will never give it up. Father has been trying to take it away from me for a long time, hasn't he done it yet? It's you, a dutiful son, who has dedicated himself to him, Just be careful to piss him off by being too lenient against his will."

This was before replying to Du Yongfeng's words. Xu Zhuo held the mobile phone in one hand, and hugged him in his arms with the other hand in admiration.

Du Ziyou simply clung to him, as if he was leaning on driftwood in the flood. Xu Zhuo's existence supported him and brought him a sense of security.

Du Yongfeng seemed to be finally getting angry, his voice was raised a little higher, it was as cold as ice: "Tomorrow," he said word by word, "if you don't show up at the old house tomorrow, then you don't have to come back later. "

After speaking, he hung up the phone with a loud click, the sound was so loud that Du Ziyou flinched in fright.

Xu Zhuo quickly hugged him tightly and asked, "Are you all right?"

Du Ziyou shrank into his strong embrace in a daze, closed his eyes and hugged him back.

"Your elder brother is really irritable." Xu Zhuo comforted him by stroking his back, "Don't be sad."

"Well," Du Ziyou pressed his face against Xu Zhuo's chest, his voice muffled, "He wants to break up with me, and I'm happy. I won't have a home in the future, so..."

Xu Zhuo waited for a while, then asked, "So?"

Du Ziyou clutched his clothes tightly: "So is there still a place in your household registration book?"

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