Han Yu

Chapter 8 Teacher

"I've already been told that you were sick and went to the hospital. It's better for you to slap me in the face and start a fight with the two brothers of the Jin family. You think I haven't finished losing my old face, do you?"

Han Fang's long and narrow eyes narrowed, shining brightly, "Old man, don't you do this a lot? Every time you wipe my butt, it's not very clean."

Father Han gritted his teeth: "It's because you didn't cooperate at all."

"Oh." Han Fang replied boredly, Father Han sighed and paced back and forth in the room: "You, you, can't you save me some time, don't you go out these days, and you don't even look at you What kind of trouble did the two of the Jin family make? Jin is still lying on the hospital bed."

Han Fang was impatient: "Old man, I have a sense of measure."

Father Han glanced at him: "I believe your nonsense? His ribs were almost broken and his neck was twisted."

Han Fang sneered: "I didn't move his neck."

"Stay at home these few days, and I'll ask a teacher to teach you."

Han Fang straightened up all of a sudden: "Why do you invite the teacher?"

Father Han snorted, "Why don't you meddle in the company's affairs?"

"Cut." Han Fang fell down all of a sudden, "Wouldn't it be you."

"Daddy will grow old."

"I don't take bitter tricks."

"If you don't grow into your old man, what should I do in the future? Everything will be thrown at me."

"Dad, I've already thought about it."

Father Han was in a happy mood when he heard the call, "All ears."

"In the future, we will sell the company."

Father Han's face changed slightly.

"Then sell other businesses and the like, as well as villas and houses."

Father Han's face twisted slightly.

"But don't sell the land."

Father Han's face was slightly relaxed.

"At that time, we will take that huge sum of money and live in the countryside. We will tidy up the land and plant crops. Dad, you will go out early and return late to pick up manure. We will plant some plants and live a well-off pastoral life."

Father Han forced himself to continue asking: "I go out early and return late to irrigate the crops, so what are you doing?"

Han Fang took it for granted and said, "Of course I'm waiting for you at home."

"...you don't cook?"

"Joke, of course you have to take the nanny with you, otherwise who will clean up the house?"

Father Han slapped him down with a slap: "I'll kill you, you little bastard who knows how to eat, is lazy, and wants to be whimsical all day long."

Han Fang dodged it briskly, and smiled at his old man with a face full of foolishness, "Dad, I really think so. Look at how tired you are. Why don't we stop doing it and learn from Grandpa?" Retire in the suburbs."

"It's as easy as you said?" Father Han glared at him, but there was still a bit of pampering, "If it weren't for you, me, I would have chopped you up for being so troublesome."

"But..." Han Fang frowned, he has never been serious, such a demeanor is unbearable: "If I take over the company, I won't be able to go out and spend time with girls, so Dad, you still sell it." Well, then I can buy you a few rooms for your concubine."

"Why are you so sorry for your own mother?"

"If my mother is alive in the sky, she must think the same way. It will save you so much energy to come and harm me."

Father Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You really..."

"So let's quit."

"I'll think about it." Father Han shook his head slowly, and walked out of Han Fang's room door, "The teacher will be here tomorrow, remember to tidy up."

"Got it—old man."

"You little bastard who deserves to be beaten." Unfortunately, the door was locked, and Father Han could only stand outside the door and knock on the door several times.

Auntie Zhang, the nanny, couldn't help but want to laugh when she saw this scene, and Han Fang's words couldn't help but come to Han's father's mind, um, it's good to find a place to live for the rest of the year. Wait at home for this brat to come back for dinner, then play chess with other little old men and talk about life, the brat will marry a wife and have a baby, he will tease his grandson all day long...

Father Han felt that he couldn't think about it anymore, and before he had even stepped down a few steps, Han Fang opened the door and shouted, "Aunt Zhang, come and serve cakes."

"Stinky boy, you just know how to eat." Unexpectedly, Father Han's voice came over again.

The governess arrived by air the next day, a gentle-looking man in his twenties.

At that time, Han Fang was sitting on the banister of the stairs on the second floor, watching the young man downstairs, he whistled rather roguely: "He looks quite handsome." The evil is gone."

Father Han didn't care about what he said, seeing that his butt had landed and the rest of the place was hanging in the air, his face turned pale with fright, and told him to get down quickly.Han Fang said lazily, "It's okay old man, I used to be able to climb over the two-meter-high wall of my truant school. This mere height is nothing."

"Are you still playing truant? Did you also play truant after you stayed abroad for three years?"

Han Fang immediately changed the subject: "What's the matter with you, old man, why don't you have any way of hospitality when you leave someone alone there."

Father Han was at a loss for words, coughed and introduced: "This is the teacher I hired for you, my father, to teach you economics, first understand this aspect of things."

Wearing a white shirt, he smiled modestly and said politely, "Hi, my name is Wen Yu."

The handsome young man sitting on the armrest slightly raised his eyebrows, "You look very gentle like jade."

The backlight was on his profile. No one had ever told him that the young master of the Han family was so good-looking. When he was not smiling, he was as beautiful as a painting. When he smiled, the painting came alive.

He looks at you intently, he has a pair of very clean eyes, clear and bright, and he looks at you so seriously, as if you are his world.

Just looking at it like this, I can't help being fascinated.

Seeing his sudden blushing, Father Han turned his head and yelled at Han Fang: "Don't molesting your teacher, get out of the room and wait for someone to come up and give you a lecture. If you don't learn well, you won't even think about going out for a year. gone."

Han Fang's face collapsed quickly, he turned over and jumped off the armrest to go back to the room.

Father Han adjusted his expression and said politely to Wen Yuke, "I'll leave this brat to you."

Wen Yu smiled warmly: "It's okay, your son looks very friendly."

Father Han pierced through without mercy: "It's really just a look, I hope you can be careful, teacher, and don't follow this brat's way."

Wen Yu: "..."

This was the most demeaning father he had ever seen.

Is the other party so stubborn?

In fact there is.

Wen Yu is a university professor who specializes in economics and finance. As long as his class can be said to be full of seats, although most of them are female students, he teaches well. The other party was fascinated by it.

But one day he was poached away. When Father Han poached him away, he said that he would grow back one day, and then he took Wen Yu away in such a grandiose way with his eyes that he dared not speak out.

Wen Yu was very curious about how the other party would come to him. Father Han said straightforwardly: "My son has a bad temper, and when he loses his temper, he will hit people indiscriminately. If he is better-looking, he may be less aggressive."

"..."

Why did he have the feeling that like father, like son?

When we arrived at Han Fang's room, he found that it was not as messy as he had imagined, it was very clean and tidy, the boy lay lazily on the bed playing psp, and glanced at him distractedly when he came in: "Come here, just sit down, wait I'll finish this first."

He carefully observed the place where the young man lived, and it was obvious that Han Fang preferred blue, the wallpaper was a comfortable blue color, there was a beautiful light above his head, there were wind chimes hanging on the window sill, the desk was clean and tidy, and the books were covered Arranged neatly, Wen Yu curiously took out a book to read, only to find a handful of ashes.

Han Fang kept two tortoises in his room, slow and motionless, with the same lazy posture as his master.

At this time, the game was almost finished, Han Fang put down his psp and walked to Wen Yu's side, "I had these two turtles when I was a child. After I went abroad for three years and came back, these two turtles are still the same as before." The ruffian in the lower body asked angrily: "You old man, do you miss me?"

The corners of the eyes and the brows are full of the frivolous complacency of a young man, with a vigorous look.

Han Fang turned his head to look at Wen Yu: "Teacher, let's start the lecture."

His black hair is softly attached to the ear, making people want to touch it. Wen Yu held down his eager fingers, opened the textbook and walked towards the desk. The boy straightened up and pulled out a chair. The desk was big enough for two people. Individuals sit side by side.

Han Fang is smart but just too lazy to use his brain. Wen Yu watched him close his eyes and yawned lazily, looking drowsy, but what he thought in his heart was that the young master of the Han family was not as good as the outside world. no the same.Although I am impatient to learn, I am willing to sit down and listen patiently.

How did he know that Han Fang, like his father, would not attack scholars and cultural people. He is weak, and if he accidentally kills him, he will let down the talents that the country has worked so hard to cultivate. As for those who play crazy together, he is not worried. It doesn't matter how serious it is, left and right are just doing justice for the heavens, and there is one less bully in this world.

Wen Yu saw that he was really listless, coughed and said, "Young Master Han may be tired, let's have some pastries first."

"Teacher, don't be so out of touch, call me, let it go." When Han Fang is in a good mood, he smiles, and when he catches up with him in a bad mood, he is as miserable as the king of Hades, and it's hard for him to be in a good mood now .

Wen Yu opened his mouth and murmured softly, "A Fang."

This magnetic voice made Han Fang come up with an idea immediately, if the other party sang a lullaby one day, just by his voice, he would be able to get people drunk.