Han Yu

Chapter 63 Promise

After three or two days of being anxious and angry, Han Fang finally reunited with his father in the detention center.

The haggard and sad look of his father did not appear as expected, but his face was full of red light. Han Fang stared at it for a while and asked uncertainly, "Dad, are you fat?"

Father Han looked down at his stomach, and said unsurely, "It should be... not."

Han Fang clicked his tongue, very curious, "What did they feed you?"

Father Han was satisfied, "It's all pork belly."

The corner of Han Fang's mouth twitched, "I still have three layers of meat."

Well, he was coaxed by Qiao Yu, saying that the old man suffers here and cannot sleep well all day long being intimidated by cockroaches and mice.

Piansheng Han's father added fuel to the fire, "I live in a single room, I didn't expect the food to be good, and the treatment to be so good..."

Han Fang turned his face away and let out a breath, as if he was suppressing something, "Dad, don't talk to me now, let me be quiet."

Father Han sighed, "Son, are you calming down after getting your father out?"

Han Fang glanced over, and said coolly, "Why, didn't you stay well, why do you want to come out?"

"There's mainly one problem."

"No air conditioning?"

"It's not easy to maintain."

Han Fang turned his head back and looked at his father with a strange expression. The latter said sadly: "I haven't been able to exercise well after being locked in these few days. You see, I have grown a lot of meat on my stomach. How can I see people when I go out? .”

Han Fang leaned back on the chair, casually and lazily, "Dad, don't worry, I'll make accommodations later, and see if I can hang a sandbag in your room."

"Little bastard, why are you so heartless? Didn't you see that your father is suffering?"

Han can rest assured that you should stop farting.

Seeing that the time was coming, Han Fang lowered his eyes and looked at his father, "Dad."

Father Han saw his son's rarely serious expression, and his expression also changed a little. Han Fang got up and moved forward, almost facing the glass window, but suddenly he grinned, his eyes serious and cynical, "You Just eat and drink well inside, don’t worry about outside, your son will handle it.”

Father Han suddenly felt that the tip of his nose was sour, but he still insisted: "Don't let your father and I spend our old age in it."

"No." Han Fang said softly, "Don't you still have pork belly with you?"

When he went out, Qiao Yu was already waiting for him outside, leaning against the car and smoking.

Seeing Han Fang come out, Qiao Yu was about to go up to him as soon as his eyes lit up, but the latter stopped suddenly when he saw him, his brows were furrowed in disgust, and his expression was cold: "Put out the cigarette."

Qiao Yu pinched the cigarette out of kindness, annoyed that he forgot that Han Fang hated other people smoking in front of him.

It's not enough for the smoke to go out.

Han Fang frowned and said, "You smell bad, don't get too close to me."

Qiao Yu smiled as always, and said softly, "Okay."

Taking a cautious look at Han Fang's expression again, he said carefully, "What are you thinking?"

This question is really euphemistic enough.

Han Fang looked up at him coldly, passed him and opened the passenger seat, "Drive."

That's what some talk about.

Qiao Yu's heart skipped a beat, and with a calm expression on his face, he walked around to the driver's seat and drove in. Han Fang didn't say where, so he just went around in circles, watching him quietly looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking about.

Qiao Yu's eyes fell on his side face, like the beautiful lines drawn on the drawing paper, the only shortcoming is that it is not soft enough, always so stubborn, as if he wants to fight against the whole world.

Unconsciously, he became more and more obsessed with watching. The thin lips that slightly evoked a sneer, and the bright red color made people stop their eyes there unconsciously. However, what Qiao Yu saw was more the white neck, and he was about to move and suppressed it. A kind of thought, wanting to leave a mark on that neck.

Although he was engrossed in watching, his consciousness did not relax. Controlling the car, Han Fang seemed to be a little tired and lowered his eyes slightly, his slender black eyelashes trembled slightly, Qiao Yu's heart trembled subconsciously for no reason, and then he heard Han Fang seemed a little tired and called him, "Qiao Yu."

Qiao Yu responded, and unconsciously softened his expression. Looking at Han Fang who seemed to be sleepy, his brows were furrowed with pity, and his tone was soft and soft, "Take a rest when you're tired."

Han Fang was silent for a while.

"Can you open the window? The smell of your smoke is giving me a headache."

Qiao Yu felt in her heart that she really deserved to die, and after she made up her mind to figure out Han Fang's preferences thoroughly, she would never commit a problem of principle.

He said hello softly as usual, and quickly lowered the window with his hands. The breeze blew the hair on Han Fang's forehead, and he narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the retreating scenery.

Seeing that he didn't mean to speak, Qiao Yu still couldn't hold back, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Han Fang ignored him.

Qiao Yu continued to prove his usefulness by himself.

"I can repay the debt of the Han family, and I will find a way to get your father out of it, and more importantly, I..."

I will never wrong you.

As long as you are willing to stay by my side, it doesn't matter what the reason is.

"Qiao Yu." Han Fang interrupted him, he still looked out of the window, squinted his eyes and said casually, "You really didn't do anything about my dad."

At that moment, Qiao Yu's cold sweat broke out, and he was keenly aware that this was a fleeting opportunity, so he hardly dared to hesitate, and blurted out: "I really didn't do it."

Han Fang rubbed his fingertips slightly, and said in a casual voice, "Then how did you know in the first place?"

At that time Qiao Yu called, Han Fang looked down and threw the phone out without changing his face, he didn't want to talk to anyone.

In the end, Qiao Yu was lucky, and he spared no effort to send it to the door. Before Han Fang's fist landed, he took the first step and said that he was here to help.

The conditions offered are very attractive, but the price...

Han Fang glanced at Qiao Yu, who said plausibly, "I only found out after I sent someone to follow you."

"Is it reasonable for you to call someone to me?"

Qiao Yu lacked confidence, "I intend to protect you..."

This is true, the Han family left Father Han as the first one, and Han Fang was one of them. In order to prevent any trouble during this period, Qiao Yu still took great pains.

Han Fang cut his voice.

He didn't care about the question of whether he believed Qiao Yu or not. If he was asked to tell him that his father had indeed done tax evasion several times, it was not wronged him to be locked up now. After a long glance, Han Fang's heart seemed to have settled down.

The biggest problem now is...

Qiao Yu's eyes were stubborn and mixed with other things, he didn't want to look at him complicatedly.

Han Fang lowered his eyes, he still didn't believe that he could fall into Qiao Yu's hands.

Seeing Han Fang's silence, Qiao Yu's uneasiness gradually began to expand.

Father Han's affair must be refused to the death, but looking at Han Fang's behavior, he didn't know what he was thinking about, Qiao Yu thought that the other party probably didn't believe it, and was a little worried, wondering what to find more A powerful excuse, but people don't think about it at all.

Qiao Yu couldn't help but speak again, Han Fang glanced over and said coldly, "Go to my house."

At that moment, he was stunned, his lips moved in disbelief: "Then you..."

A heart quickly swelled up. The sweet words he had heard in his life were Han Fang's vicissitudes in front of his eyes, "I'll go home and pack my things."

live at your house.

Hearing the subtext, Qiao Yu wished he could increase his horsepower and teleport back in an instant.

He asked with joy, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

— as long as you say it.

...and he will do it.

Han Fang thought for a while, "Can you do me a favor?"

Qiao Yu said that she could help with anything.

Han Fang remained expressionless, "Get a sandbag for my dad's room."

Han Fang had very few things to pack, but as soon as he opened the door, Qiao Yu stood outside to watch the door for him, touching his nose and knowingly.

[Host, have you decided? 】

"kindness."

Goldfinger thought of it with some melancholy...

"Let's see who plays first and dies first."

【…】

In Qiao Yu's eyes, the world is full of fireworks at the moment. When he saw Han Fang open the door and walking towards him, he was elated. He didn't realize that Han Fang made up his mind to see who would break the first. He wanted to welcome Han Fang with open arms. , and then the latter stuffed a box into his arms.

Han Fang said indifferently, "I'm carrying it."

"..."

Qiao Yu stretched out his hand to hold the place Han Fang had just held, and murmured in his heart, his heart was still warm, and his heart softened so defenselessly.Suddenly, another problem occurred to him, and he had to clean it up first, so that Han Fang could not notice anything wrong.

Qiao Yu and Qiao Shang actually have a little bit in common, that is, there are always a few days when they don’t want to go home, and want to stay outside by themselves and let their souls go quietly. Qiao Yu brought Han Fang back to the place where he wanted to let his soul go. After that, the other party couldn't wait to take a bath.

It is estimated that Han Fang thought it was troublesome to fold clothes, so he only packed up his own things and brought them here, and only changed one or two pieces of clothes.

For example his psp.

Also for example...

Qiao Yu glanced at the two turtles in the tank on the cabinet.

He sighed and got up and ordered someone to buy some more clothes, thinking that he would have to add some clothes to Han Fang tomorrow.

In short, you can't wrong that person.

The best thing is to be able to take people out to show off, that would be even better.

Han put it in it to take a bath.

The sound of splashing water echoed in his ears, covering up his extremely soft murmurs.

"How to do it……"

What should I do to get rid of these troubles completely.

The author has something to say: [Small Joke Theater]

Father Han looked at the sandbag in front of him in a moment of bewilderment.

It is necessary to emphasize that I still don't expect him to fall in love with anyone, even if it is Wen Yu, to be honest, after the fickle ignorant gets bored, it will be boring and start to perfunctory.

How gentle and how good is just a deception and illusion.

In the copywriting, I still remember that I marked No, Gong is an acting school.

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