two sons three fathers

Chapter 34

Han Yu came to the door, followed the signs, and wanted to go to the bathroom first.

Taking a good soak in the hot spring made his forehead blaze.

Han Yu walked, looked down at himself, loosened the towel, put his waist in his mouth, and covered it tightly.

It's uncomfortably high, and it's about to explode.

In the bathroom, at the last position, Han Yu threw the scarf to his shoulders, held his half-softened self, and peed.

Stuck, peeing is not smooth.

Having settled the matter, he stuffed himself back into his wet trousers, turned and walked out the door.

As soon as he stepped over the door frame, he bumped into a huge monster head-on.Han Yu frowned and took two steps back.Although he habitually walked with his head down, when a figure flashed past him just now, he deliberately avoided it. This person obviously bumped into him on purpose.

He raised his head slowly, and before he raised his head completely, he heard a voice: "Did you hit me?"

There was a hint of provocation in that greasy tone.

Han Yu raised his head and looked at the shirtless man in front of him.

The man had tattoos of dragons and tigers, both shoulders were tattooed, he had fierce eyebrows, squinting eyes, and a burly figure, which was quite a circle bigger than him.

Han Yu wanted to apologize, but when he saw the man's eyes, he twitched his lips and said angrily, "Look at the muddy horse!"

The man's eyes moved up from between his legs, and he looked at him, showing his smoky teeth, touched his oiled hair, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "It's actually a different pupil." He said that he wanted to come over and grab his hand.

Han Yu dodged quickly, raised his leg and kicked the man in the middle.

That fragile place hurts, the brute strength of the man exhausted, squatting down and "hissing" gasping.

Seeing it as a mess, Han Yu knew that he couldn't afford to offend him, so after kicking him, he immediately ran to his room.

"Damn it," the man scolded angrily behind him, "You want to run!" He didn't get up for the time being.

Rushing back to the room, Fu Yizheng was quietly soaking in the water with his eyes closed, while Han Yu walked over slowly.

"Why are you in such a panic?" Fu Yizhang heard the sound of footsteps running in, "I thought you'd be back in a while."

Han Yu panted lightly, and said, "The place you chose is not good."

"What?" Fu Yizhen raised his eyes, turned his head, and looked at the people standing on the stage, "Don't you like it?"

Han Yu sat down on the stage and looked down at the people in the water, "The clothes are not good either."

Others are white, but they are pink and purple, and they are extremely short.

It's because of the clothes, otherwise people can look at him with that kind of eyes, it's a bit disgusting.

"Oh," Fu Yizheng heard, "then you don't need to wear it from now on."

"Why don't I wear it?" Han Yu rolled his eyes and said angrily, "It's not this clothes, can you meet a sex monster in the bathroom?"

"Who?" Fu Yizheng's expression changed, and he floated out of the water, revealing his reddened shoulders, "What happened outside?"

Han Yu signaled himself with his eyes, and said helplessly, "Look at the sexy clothes you prepared. Damn, there's a tattooed hooligan in the bathroom, staring at me, and even touching me."

The original intention of Han Yu's words was to tell him not to engage in such nonsense in the future.

Fu Yizheng stepped out of the water immediately.

"Where are you going?" Seeing him wearing a bathrobe like a war robe, and going to the closet to get an umbrella, Han Yu said again: "I left early, don't go, he doesn't know I'm here."

Fu Yizheng's face darkened, he rushed a few meters with his umbrella in hand, then came back and asked, "Did he touch you?"

Han Yu was stunned for a few seconds, and said, "His crotch touched the sole of my foot, does that count?"

Fu Yizheng rushed out again, his complaints faded away, "I crippled his crotch."

Han Yu couldn't stop him in time, he had already run away, fearing that something might happen, he hurriedly followed.

Han Yu heard the noise, and went looking for the sound. As soon as he turned into the large swimming pool next door, he saw Fu Yizheng's conspicuous figure, and at the same time saw the fierce people behind him.

Just as Fu Yizheng was running back, the bent black umbrella was thrown out, and several people chased after him.

Fu Yizheng held the phone in the other hand and made another call.

On the other end of the phone was Fu Yitang.

In country D, the sun is scorching, and the sky is cloudless.

A Boeing J-20 flew at low altitude and fired fiercely at a moving Leclerc tank on the desert straight road on the ground.

Leclerc fired the guns on both sides, and dust was raised behind the iron butt, and the distance from the plane was still gradually drawn back.

In an instant, the parallel distance was only a hundred meters away.

Inside the armor was a man with yellow hair, wearing a white suit. He was bent in the limited space, with a big gap in his upper arm, and red blood soaked half of his arm and shoulder.

Fu Yitang sent an emergency signal to his own positioning point in the air, "F-35? 35! Latitude and longitude A, B. Immediately go around to the front and shoot down the J-20 behind me."

"Quick!" he ordered.

"The main gun is locked on the target," the ammunition box behind the tank's armor has been clearly dented under the continuous onslaught of the J-20, and the commander said coldly: "Launch!"

After firing a shot, Fu Yitang answered the phone while breathing, and said in a hurry: "Mom is in the western desert."

Fu Yizheng immediately hung up the phone when he heard the deliberately calm voice.

As for his father, Yi Heng is obviously also abroad.

Now the only option is to call the bodyguard. The moment he pressed the button, he hesitated, and probably followed him.

hit who?

hit who? !

He turned around in a hurry.

housekeeper!

After calling, the butler asked him to keep his mobile phone with him at all times, and immediately sent people nearby to rush over.

Before Han Yu could ask him anything, he hung up the phone, took Han Yu's hand, ran out barefoot, and explained: "They have knives in their hands, come with me!"

Those people were in a group just now, and they were looking for Han Yu everywhere. As soon as Fu Yizhang went out, he happened to bump into them, and immediately recognized the pervert Han Yu was talking about.

He waved his umbrella in the air and hit the man's head, bleeding instantly, and a group of people chased after him in an instant.

The glass door at the back exit of the hot spring was closed, blocking the way.

With a "Fuck" sound, Fu Yizheng raised his foot and kicked the door in the middle, causing a loud bang.

Han Yu's expression froze for a moment. He walked around to the door and pressed the button behind the door.

"Click" a mechanical sound.

There was a small gap in the door.

Han Yu looked at him half-smiling and half helplessly, "My brother, does your foot hurt? Isn't there a lock here? Didn't you see it?"

Fu Yizheng pushed open the door, grabbed Han Yu's wrist and continued to run out, running along the sidewalk on the shoulder of the road.

Han Yu: "..." This lunatic.

As soon as the two of them left the door, the group of people chased them out cursing and looking around the door. The man with the tattoo said, "You're running fast, you should look for it quickly. Damn it, my head is bleeding."

"There!" The younger brother shouted at the head.

The people under him obviously saw it, and pointed at it, "On the sidewalk, chase!"

On the road across the driveway, there were two pink and purple figures running hand in hand, they were Fu Yixuan and Han Yu.

A few black cars arrived 10 minutes late, and their young master ran for three miles with half of his butt in a short bathrobe.

Seeing the car that stopped suddenly beside him, Fu Yizheng quickly pulled the door, pushed Han Yu's back, stuffed him into the car, and got in quickly himself.

Fu Yizhen could no longer care about Han Yu beside him, and ordered to the driver: "Back back, those few on the road will all be killed."

The driver got the butler's order, and was only responsible for picking up the person, pretending not to hear, and continuing to drive in the direction of the villa.

Fu Yizheng saw it, and immediately shouted: "I told you to hit him, immediately, immediately fall back!"

The sound was deafening, and the roar of the engine could not cover it.The driver couldn't put it on any longer, and said in embarrassment: "Young master, the housekeeper said that Madam ordered you to go home first."

Fu Yizheng's brows formed a deep furrow: "How dare you defy me!"

The driver stopped talking.

"Are you deaf? Blind? Your eyes are not working well, and you can't see those people. If you don't listen to me, I can kill you right now!"

The driver concentrated on driving, but cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Fu Yizheng rummaged in the back seat for a long time, but couldn't find the gun.

He sat back and ordered the bodyguard of the co-pilot to reprimand, "You! Now go back and beat them up."

The bodyguard driver looked at each other, and then gave Han Yu a look in the rearview mirror for help.

Han Yu pulled Fu Yizhang back and said, "Sit down."

Fu Yizheng leaned back again, grabbed the leather cushion on the back of the chair vigorously, and prepared for the next round of unreasonable trouble.

Han Yu grabbed his shoulder and brought it back, keeping his hand on his shoulder, and said angrily, "Sit down! If you make trouble again, I will deal with you now!"

He is enough.

What a surprise, a good date, like a drama.This kid still wants to go back and hit someone, he doesn't know the law at all.

Fu Yizheng leaned on the back of the chair, his open chest heaving with anger.

Han Yu shook his head, laughed, and laughed again, really laughing angrily.

Fu Yizheng suddenly burst into flames, cursing at the bodyguard and the driver.

When he had had enough of scolding, he leaned against the back of the chair and gasped for breath.

When did he experience this kind of uselessness? What is the difference between this and running naked on the street naked? It doesn't matter if he is alone, the key is that Han Yu is still with him.

Thinking of the clothes, Fu Yizhang's expression was always gloomy, his brows and eyes were black with anger, and he couldn't suppress the hostility around him.

There are many people on the other side, and there are knives, so he can't beat them.

Otherwise, he would go down now and fight with others desperately.

Han Yu apologized to the driver, and said sorry to the bodyguard next to him who bowed his head and said nothing for a long time.

Both of them understood his young master's temper, they didn't dare to speak, and they didn't dare to breathe too much.

Fu Yizheng sat on the side with his legs spread apart, raised his head and closed his eyes, covered his eyes with his palms, and rubbed his temples on both sides with his thumbs and middle fingers.

As he gritted his teeth, a piece of his temple kept bulging out, as if he was really angry.

Han Yu touched his knee with his leg, raised his chin, reminded him of the faintly exposed thighs, and said in a low voice: "It's almost done, put your legs back."

Fu Yizheng leaned over, resting his head on Han Yu's shoulder, his mouth was pressed together in grievance.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, and quickly raised the baffle, instantly separating a separate space.

As soon as Han Yu looked up...

You are very proficient in business, what have you experienced?

"Brother Yu~" Fu Yiyan leaned on him, puffed his cheeks and said, "I'm so angry."

The back of Han Yu's hand touched the leg beside him, which was icy and delicate.

He glanced down, and saw that Fu Yizheng's long, strong legs were rosy white from the cold, and Han Yu said, "Come on my legs, I will smooth your hair now."

Fu Yizheng turned around, sat in front of him, and hung his neck with his hands.

Han Yu leaned back on the chair, clasped the back of Fu Yizhen's head with one hand, and pulled it towards him a little bit, touching the tip of his nose, sticking his tongue into his mouth, sucking the cold tongue, and sucked a few times hard.

The glass is made of special material, and the inside of the car cannot be seen outside the window, but the light and shadow quickly receding outside the window can be clearly seen inside the car.

A few small nasal hums, mixed with the sound of wet kisses, resounded through a small space.