Han Yu

Chapter 32

Han's father was widowed in his early years, and he has never enjoyed a leisurely life since he brought his son into the devil king with a handful of shit and urine.What I do most every day is to clean up the mess left by my son non-stop. This kind of life lasted for more than ten years and finally ended half a month ago.

Father Han, who had been exhausted all day, lay on the bed, sighed comfortably, and felt much more pleasing to the eye looking at the moon outside the window... Wait, what is the black shadow that flashed past just now?

A hero remains the same as he used to be brave.

At that moment, Father Han rolled like a carp and picked up the dagger under the pillow, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

[Which wicked person is this again? It must have been sent by the Zhao family that I broke down a few days ago. It’s not right. Their whole family has already been imprisoned by me. Is it some kind of relative who can’t be beaten to come to revenge? Wouldn’t it be foolish not to grab property to take revenge at this critical moment...]

It can be seen from the above that Han's father is the same as his son.

If you are ruthless and don't blink your eyes, you can go around the earth eighteen times, and you don't want to think about the property that people are bankrupt and have to fight for.

Now the old and strong Father Han narrowed his eyes, guessing in his heart that his enemy must be going to his study to steal confidential documents.

He sneered and thought to himself, can confidential documents be placed in a place like the study where the general public can move their toes?He glanced at his socks meaningfully, then tiptoed out of his house like a thief, only to find that the thief didn't seem to be aiming for his study.

Then he watched as the dark figure crept into his little brat's room.

Father Han: Damn mentally retarded.

Even the study room can't figure out where it is, and dares to come here to steal things.

From this it can be seen that Father Han's brain circuit is not unusual.

After escaping from Zhou Fu's car, Han Fang did not escape as Zhou Fu thought. He squatted behind a big tree in the parking lot. Zhou Fu, who didn't know the truth, was less than five meters away from Han Fang. Distance, drive the car away.

Han Fang was still rubbing his hands on the tree, trying to break free from the rope. He had silently decided in his heart that he must carry some self-defense weapons with him in the future, otherwise he would be too passive.

Suddenly a shadow enveloped Han Fang, he was startled and his mind turned eighteen times, and before he could think of a turn, he saw a coin being thrown in front of him.

The coin wandered around on the ground a few times before lying down unwillingly.

At the same time, a sigh came from the top of the head: "Take it and buy a bun to eat."

Han Fang: "..."

Damn mental retardation.

The young man's face is fair and beautiful, and his face is fair and clean. I don't know why it is a little dirty. He lowered his head and lowered his eyes in a lonely expression. Just looking at that hazy sadness can make people feel softer. It is a point that hits a certain flood in the bottom of my heart, commonly known as the cute point.

So since that coin set a precedent, things got out of hand.

Well, any child doesn't know what to do squatting with his hands behind his back, but he looks so pitiful, I'd better give him some money to buy some food.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but put his hand into his pocket.

If one day Han Fang is kicked out of the house, maybe he can make a fortune with his harmless face.

Han Fang looked at the coin in front of him uncertainly, his hand was burning hot, because of the friction for a long time, but unfortunately the rope was still not loose, maybe in the near future Han Fang should learn how to untie the rope with his backhand , but now his face is also burning hotly.

For the first time in his life, Han Fang experienced what it was like to be a beggar. He closed his eyes, got up, staggered and almost fell down due to the lack of blood supply to the brain, and his feet went limp. After a while, he dragged his feet to the alley go.

Passerby B is an office worker. It is common to work overtime because of work. It is rare for the company to let her continue to work overtime without pay today. She happily called his brother Passerby A to ask him not to pick her up from get off work today. , she can take a walk to enjoy the scenery along the way.

It's a pity that she didn't see anything except the car exhaust, so she crossed the road with her hands covering the parts below her eyes in a daze.

Passerby B's house is relatively remote, and even the road is a bit remote, so when someone suddenly appeared in front of her and stared straight at her, fear oppressed her nerves and made her shout out in a high-pitched voice: "Forced!" - rape -"

Han Fang who upgraded from a beggar to a rapist: "..."

As a result of the remoteness of the place, no one paid any attention to her at all. Passer-by B tremblingly filtered through her mind one hundred and eight deadly schemes, but the person opposite did not move, which made her brave enough to look at the person in front of her.

The young man frowned slightly, his face was childish but beautiful and delicate, and there was a pampered indifference on the brows. At this time, he raised his eyebrows and looked at passerby B with cold eyes (in fact, he was annoyed).

Passer-by B's thoughts wandered to another level by accident, no matter how you look at it, she is taking advantage of it.

Passerby B's nympho was ready to move, and then he heard the person on the other side say, "Can you do me a favor?"

Passerby B said without hesitation: "Yes, I can help you with anything."

Han Fang gave her a weird look, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't get rid of the thing in his hand, he wouldn't want to ask for help.

Han Fang asked passer-by B to help him untie the rope. She complained in her heart why she didn't see his hand and stretched out her hand to help him pull the rope off. People who want to commit crimes.

Han Fang was raised with delicate skin, tender flesh and delicate body. His hands were tied so tightly before the rope was untied. Passer-by B felt distressed when he saw it. Han Fang's beautiful and slender hands were like the hands of a painter. The frail ones can only be used to cultivate one's sentiments, but his wrists are red, swollen and skinny, which is a bit unbearable to look at in comparison.

After untying the rope, Han Fang's first thought was to be free.

Then he glanced at the rope in Passerby B's hand, no wonder he couldn't break free, it was a cowhide rope, the harder he struggled, the tighter he tied it.

Han Fang thanked him without sincerity and left. The girl stood there holding a rope in her hand and watched his leaving back in a daze, not knowing what to think.

Han Fang's goal went straight to his old house, and it was hard to guarantee that Zhou Fu would be so angry that he would say everything if he didn't say change tomorrow, so he should pack up and leave as soon as possible.

Han Fang thought of the two tortoises at home, and he might as well leave them there to die alone.

He thought of the pile of snacks that he hadn't had time to pamper at home, and the latest version of the game CD in the cabinet.

#Take away, all take away#

In fact, the most important thing is his private money.

His family's old man lived an extremely regular life. In Han Fang's impression, he would be dragged up to have breakfast at eight o'clock every day, and then the two of them would go to the company and the other to sleep after eating, without interfering with each other. After going out for a while, he called him back for dinner at five o'clock in the evening. Han Fang dared to kill his father one minute later and catch him back for dinner. He almost wondered if his father had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

A large part of the time before eight o'clock was to clean up Han Fang's sins, and his father was reluctant to push his son out to others to admit his mistakes, so he said a few words insincerely to send some gifts to those who dared to anger The deeds that he didn't dare to say were suppressed, which made Han Fang even more unscrupulous later.

It's almost like pushing your nose on your face.

Every time Han Fang came back from the house, a bunch of enemies were born.

Father Han used to hypnotize himself, the child is still young, it will be fine when he grows up.I didn't expect that when I was young, the support was crooked, and I couldn't control it when I grew up, but whenever he made up his mind, the other party would not be able to deal with him if he behaved well.

It's very rare for Han Fang to be good, so rare, it's really hard for someone who has always been lawless to show a little vulnerability to you.

So you can only open one eye and close one eye.

Han Anxin thought that without him recently, he estimated that his father would have a very worry-free life and lay down on the bed early to sleep.

Unexpectedly, it was already ten o'clock and his father was still working tirelessly in the study. The location of Han Fang's room was very subtle. It was specially arranged by Han's father to monitor the little bastard so that he would not sneak out to play again in the middle of the night. Han Fang No matter which way you go around, you will pass under Father Han's nose.

Han Fang lay on the tree and waited anxiously for his father to clean up and go to sleep so that he could climb over the tree. Unfortunately, things backfired. His father obviously still had more than enough desire, but Han Fang's eyelids had already started to fight, and he wanted to It wasn't that he would roll down in the air by accident, Han Fang really wanted to squint for a while.

Near eleven o'clock, his father finally gave up.

Han Fang's originally bewildered eyes lit up, and he was a little stiff in maintaining a single posture. The hard work paid off, and it was not in vain for him to lie in ambush here. Those who lay in ambush here are about to fall asleep, and the opportunity finally came.

After waiting for a while, after the light in Father Han's room was turned off, Han Fang began to attack his room persistently. His wrists were originally tied up for a long time, and he was a little weak, but after a while It's almost recovered, except that I can't use too much force, everything else is fine.

Han Fang gritted his teeth and walked back and forth between the stairs of his own house. How could he know that his father would catch even the flickering shadows illuminated by the moonlight. He thought his father was too sleepy to fall asleep.

But when he touched his own room, he felt something was wrong.

There are thieves.

This is the first reaction.

Han Fang has been able to make troubles and lives so far, except for his family background, he still relies on instinct, otherwise he would not be able to stay here intact.

Not a little courageous, dare to steal into his house.

Han Fang narrowed his eyes, and then came out with a sneer.

At the same time, Father Han narrowed his eyes, sneered and clenched the dagger in his hand, to see if I wouldn't stab you to death.

As the saying goes, if the enemy does not move, I will not move. This saying is suitable for people with good patience. Putting Han Fang here is like farting. In the dark room, Han Fang accurately pointed the chair in one direction. Kicked hard.

Fortunately, Father Han was in a dead corner, so he didn't hit it, but he was startled by the suddenness, and he turned around with an idea in his mind, thinking that this way is a bit like his son's style, no matter what 21 [-] comes up, it's just a kick...

But in the next second, he was furious, and this little thief was too lawless, and he dared to steal so rampantly, it was a rhythm of turning against customers.

Han's family was a bandit. Father Han usually looks like a smiling person, but he is still unreasonable in his bones, but he is not as blatant as a bandit like his son. In fact, Shangxinci's soft hands are not as comfortable as falling into Hanfang's hands. Now being stimulated by this, the blood rushes up.

Then I heard Han Fang sneer: "You don't want your fucking life, do you? How dare you steal into my house."

Father Han: "..."

The dagger in his hand loosened.