Han Yu

Chapter 15 Gentleness

After the old man was able to get out of bed and take care of himself, Han Fang and Wen Yu went back. As soon as they got home, Han Fang couldn't wait to take a shower. When he came out, he saw Wen Yu still sitting beside his bed with a melancholy face. He raised his eyebrows and said: "If you are reluctant to turn back, we will go a few more times."

Wen Yu shook his head.

These days, Wen Yu really feels wronged by Han Fang. There is nothing in the small place, and the food is not as rich as the ones in the capital. Han Fang knows how picky Wen Yu is. After eating, I didn't get much food.

So in the past few days, I just drank porridge, or ate some snacks in the car, and helped the vigil at night, which made me look thinner, but after all, Han Fang still looked the same mentally as before when he was young. She is full of vigor, and the expression between her brows and eyes is still so wanton.

When Han Fang is kind to a person, he should put his heart on the top of his heart, and the same person should also be kind to him. If he doesn't expect anything in return, he is a fool.His face was still rosy after taking a shower, and the water dripped down his hair and slid down his shoulders. He was only wearing a bathrobe, and Han Fang didn't feel like he was going to be naked. He sat down and stretched out his hands, like two brothers Put your hand on Wen Yu's neck.

"Li Yu just called me and asked me to go to the racetrack the day after tomorrow, and you will go with me."

Wen Yu looked at Han Fang in surprise, and said somewhat uneasy: "But I won't..."

Han Fang smiled, "It's not necessary to actually ride a horse, you can also sit and watch other people's games."

The racecourse in the capital is specially designed for entertainment. There are three types. One is to place a bet. Which side wins.Another kind is that the sons and brothers go to the horse race to have fun.Or the most common one is to bet money on the horse you fancy. If that horse becomes addicted to racing, you will own all the money you bet, including the principal and interest.

Han Fang was born for eating, drinking and having fun. He was also thinking that he was too tired to relax these days, so he accepted Li Yu's appointment. .

He was looking at Wen Yu's hesitation with a smile on his face, and persuaded him, "I also want to take you out to show them, these are all my buddies..."

That's why I want to take you out for a formal introduction.

After hearing this, Wen Yu agreed no matter how hesitant, watching Han Fang's wet hair, he took the towel and wiped it for him, and then took the hair dryer to dry his hair.

Han Fang rested his head on Wen Yu's lap comfortably, enjoying the numbness of the fingers brushing his scalp from time to time, making him squint his eyes comfortably and almost fell asleep.

When her hair was almost dried, Wen Yu put down her hands and heard Han Fang shout: "Hungry." The voice was like a coquettish, low and hoarse, as if it was whispering from his throat , Wen Yu got up and said, "Then I'll go talk to Aunt Zhang and ask her to cook something for you."

Han Fang leaned lazily against the head of the bed, his face was flushed, he looked good all by himself, usually with a wanton and indulgent look between his brows, with a half-smile and a flirtatious look, but now he looked innocent , just looking at Wen Yu with embarrassment, already makes one's heart itch, and it seems to be seduced by just one glance.

Wen Yu didn't expect that one day he would stare at a boy of the same gender as him like this, and he was so stared at that he couldn't walk.

The bathrobe is wide, revealing the delicate collarbone. He just looked at you casually with the corners of his eyes hooked, as if bewitched, and elongated his tone: "Teacher, I want to eat the food you cooked."

There was a smirk on his lips, knowing that the other party was teasing on purpose, but Wen Yu still unconsciously increased his breathing, and when the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Little bastard, where have you died these days?! You don't answer the phone, and you want to kill your father, don't you?"

Han Fang immediately lowered his face: "Old man, don't you know you have to knock when you enter the door?"

Father Han didn't expect that there was Wen Yu in there, so he was stunned for a while, and when he heard Han Fang's question, he immediately forgot about Wen Yu, and immediately replied, "Why didn't you answer my phone? Do you know that you Father, I am worried to death."

"You're so talkative, I don't want to listen." Han Fang said impatiently, "What can happen to me?"

Father Han was in a hurry: "Little bastard, do you want me to count the people you have offended? If you line them up, you can circle the capital three times."

Han Fang sneered and said, "Then they must have the courage to touch me."

"Can't you save people some time?"

The atmosphere is so quarrelsome, Han Fang is not good at quarreling, it's too troublesome, usually he either uses his hands or his feet, but his father is in front of him, and Han Fang knows that offending his father means that he has nothing to do. Good fruit to eat, so I just groaned twice, "Dad, I'm hungry."

This call of father calmed Father Han's anger a lot. He looked at his son who had disappeared for three or four days and came back.

His son is very difficult to raise, unlike the boys from other families who can be fed in a few days and become fat, and now they suddenly lose weight and don't know how long it will take to raise them back, so thinking about it, I don't bother to care about Han Fang's few days Where is the wild in the sky, as long as he knows that nothing happened to Han Fang, Han's father usually turns a blind eye to help Han Fang wipe his ass, which has become a routine.

That's why Han Fang's temperament is also bred out of habit. No matter how lawless he is, his father will follow his fate to wipe his ass behind him. As time goes by... enemies are everywhere.

"I just asked Aunt Zhang to make you some delicious food, and I knew that you are a picky little bastard, and you are not used to eating outside." Then he looked at Wen Yu, and Wen Yu said quickly: "I'll go first."

"Where are you going so late?"

Before Father Han could speak, Han Fang answered immediately. The other two looked at the darkened sky and the time on their phones. It was only after six o'clock, which meant that it was getting dark quickly in autumn.

"Of course I'm going home..."

"It's not safe to walk at night, you can stay with me today."

Father Han: "..."

Wen Yu wanted to say that he could do it, but Han Fang didn't allow him to refuse and said: "I'll stay here at night, the guest room won't be cleaned up right now, you should sleep with me tonight."

This thought was so obvious, Father Han finally confirmed that his son was not impotent, so he turned a blind eye and closed his eyes, and hummed twice: "Be quiet at night..." After saying that, he went out of the door Let's see if the food is ready.

Wen Yu's thoughts turned to another level, did Father Han already know and acquiesce?

"What are you thinking about so preoccupied?" Han Fang had already changed into his pajamas, the fluffy lining made the young man look more innocent and harmless, and he took Wen Yu's hand downstairs to eat.

Father Han looked downstairs at these two people who could show affection anytime and anywhere, and the more he watched, the more he felt sad. He worked so hard to bring up this little bastard, but in the end he was so angry that he was half dead. Now Han Fang is still restrained, before every three to five days, Han's father would eagerly clean up the mess for him.

He simply felt that this guy was a disaster in his life.

But Father Han didn't think about it either, if he hadn't treated Han Fang like a treasure and pampered him blindly, how could he develop the current appearance.But the Han family protects their weaknesses in their bones, and their own little bastard can beat and scold them. If it were someone else, the thought of Han Fang being bullied by others would make him want to give up his life.

At this time, I can only suppress my tone with extreme displeasure: "Eat."

Wen Yu's face was no thicker than Han Fang's. Han Fang held his hand firmly, with a flamboyant smile on his face: "Old man, if you are jealous, find one yourself."

"Nonsense, who is jealous."

Father Han looked at Han Fang and was deeply depressed. His Han family's genes have always been strong, and the people who come out are either handsome and tall, or handsome and handsome. Where is it that Han Fang has such a monstrous appearance? The soul is gone, especially when encountering Han Fang's unrestrained appearance.

Father Han thought about his wife's appearance before she was alive. She was beautiful, and she was not a monster like Han Fang. This comparison would cause problems.Although the son follows his mother, but the generations of the Han family all resemble Lao Tzu.

The dishes on the table were light and delicate, Han Fang would have been picky before, but now he is completely focused on eating, and he complains endlessly when he returns to his room.He was so full all of a sudden, Wen Yu saw him moaning, pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to help him rub his stomach, just like Han Fang's stomach ailment last time.

Han Fang felt his stomach being rubbed, and the swollen feeling eased a lot. He opened his eyes and saw Wen Yu pursing his lips and feeling serious.

"Wen Yu."

"kindness?"

"I thought of my mother again."

"..."

He looked at Wen Yu's handsome face. This young man has always been gentle, giving people a sense of distance that is neither salty nor light. Only after real contact will he find out how gentle this person is. He is not good at sweet talk, but just knows Pay attention to your details, moisten things silently invade your world.

Han Fang needs such tenderness, no one has ever looked at him so tenderly, and will not approach him with ulterior motives for other purposes.

Han Fang doesn't know what he likes, Han Fang only wants to get what he wants.

So he said: "Why don't we make do with it for the rest of our lives."

He rubbed his stomach with his hands for a while, and then replied: "Okay."

As long as it's with you, what's wrong?