The small living room is dark. Looking through the door connected to the kitchen to the only window, you can see distant lights reflected in the night sky.
Yu Zhesen did not tell Wu Xiaoming about his childhood memories with An He. He considered himself to have some emotional intelligence and was unwilling to talk about things that might hurt her in front of a girl who clearly expressed his affection for him.<
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He talked about a lot of memories about An Zhitian. Although he had the impression that Lao An was always busy and didn't spend much time with his two children, he still left many precious things in Yu Zhesen's heart.
For example, when An Zhitian was 8 years old, he went to school for the first time to hold a parent-teacher conference. He wore an exaggerated pair of toad glasses to hide the scars on his face, forged his identity and gave himself a pseudonym of "Yu Yifei", and lied about his occupation.
He was a mercenary from a private security company, and he scared the head teacher of Yu Zhesen to death.
Yu Zhesen has a deep memory of this, because from then on, the children in his class looked at him with a strange kind of awe.
Maybe An Zhitian's original intention was just to let him avoid the question "Why is your father's last name An and your last name is Yu?", but he went a bit too far.
"He is a person who looks a little rough, but is actually very delicate." Yu Zhesen commented.
"When I was first taken to their home, the person in charge of orphan adoption at the Administration asked me to call An Zhitian daddy. Although I didn't want to, I still called him."
"Maybe it's because of fear, maybe it's instinctive obedience. In short, although I called An Zhitian daddy, I still haven't forgotten my parents."
"After the management staff left, Lao An squatted in front of me and told me in a very gentle tone that I could call him Lao An from now on. It didn't matter if I didn't call him dad."
"He said that no matter what I call him, he will treat me as his own son, and that will always be the case."
"I cried at that time, which made An Zhitian at a loss. He thought I was scared by him. In fact, although I was young at that time, I already understood some things. I cried because I was moved." Yu Zhesen's voice was choked with sobs.
"You know what? He looked like that stupid tiger in cartoons who makes friends with small animals. He was cautious and soothing my emotions with a man's unique slowness and clumsiness."
Yu Zhesen stopped here because he felt Wu Xiaoming's hand touching his cheek.
He turned his head slightly and saw her shining eyes staring at him, her fingers gently wiping away the tears from her lower eyelids.
"How can a storyteller cry first?" She smiled softly, "It makes me feel a little maternal, and I really want to hug you now."
"Because I am really grateful to Lao An." Yu Zhesen wiped his eyes, "Without him, I don't know what I would be like now..."
"From what you say, Director An is indeed a good man, a bit too good to be true of the defender who is famous for his ruthless and decisive nature in front of the public."
"He distinguishes work and life very clearly, and there is no priority between the two."
Wu Xiaoming sighed: "You are very lucky, but I have not met such a person."
"But you have a pretty good brother."
"To be honest, before you revealed the relationship between me and the boss today, I didn't dare to really treat him as my brother."
Wu Xiaoming was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling in ecstasy.
Yu Zhesen didn't make a sound and slowly closed his eyes. The memory and narration of the past events related to An Zhitian stirred up emotions and made his heart beat faster for a while. Now he feels a little tired and sleepy.
"Yu Zhesen, are you asleep?" After a few minutes, he heard Wu Xiaoming calling to him in his hazy consciousness.
"Not yet..." Yu Zhesen replied in a confused tone.
"Do you want to sleep?" Wu Xiaoming was a little surprised.
"Is something wrong?"
"It's not...that..." Wu Xiaoming's voice was a little frustrated, and she asked with self-doubt: "Am I really that unattractive to you?"
Hearing this, Yu Zhesen opened his eyes and rolled over on his side. Facing her, he reached out his hand without any warning, reached into the hem of her pink silk pajamas, and touched her smooth belly with his fingertips.
Wu Xiaoming trembled and let out a "squeak", and involuntarily bowed his waist and tucked in his abdomen to avoid it. Yu Zhesen immediately took his hand back.
He turned over again with a joking look on his face and turned his back to her: "Look, you may be a little more innocent than you think, so forget it."
Wu Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, and touched his hot cheek with some regret, but couldn't find anything to say to refute him.
In the end, she had no choice but to accept the reality, muttered "Just wait and see" and then turned over to lie on her side, closing her eyes and preparing to fall asleep.
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Xinxing District, Qidao City, EX Dexun Technology Group.
A black car drove in from the gate of the park. Before the car could stop, Zhuo Zhongshi hurriedly got out of the car.
Accompanied by several cronies, he walked quickly towards the group building, his face anxious.
Before the group arrived at the elevator, they bumped into Zhuo Yifeng, who was wrapped in an exoskeleton armor, with only his burned and disfigured face exposed.
"A Feng, what are you doing!" Zhuo Zhongshi asked in a trembling voice, filled with anger and sorrow.
"I am the founder of the Eden Paradise, and I must not miss its maiden voyage." Zhuo Yifeng replied in a decisive tone.
His throat and vocal cords have not yet fully recovered, and the voice produced now, entirely with the intelligent assistance of the exoskeleton armor, is already very different from his original voice.
Zhuo Zhongshi glanced up and down at the brand new silver exoskeleton armor on his son's body. Although he was not an expert in this area, he could still tell from some details on the armor's surface that it was a military-grade combat exoskeleton armor.<
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"A Feng, where did this come from? Your injuries haven't healed yet. You are wearing an exoskeleton like this... won't it hurt?" Zhuo Zhongshi couldn't stand on his legs and relied on the support of his close friends.
Just keep standing in front of you.
"It hurts?" Zhuo Yifeng laughed nonchalantly, "I have tasted the most painful feeling, and failure is the unbearable pain for me."
He stepped forward under the gaze of Zhuo Zhongshi, his exoskeleton armor made a sonorous and powerful sound, and said at the same time: "Those dark rats think they can destroy my kingdom, I will let them know what it means to be ruthlessly crushed by the superior.
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"And that guy who was lucky enough to beat me once at the Royal Yao Hotel," Zhuo Yifeng gritted his teeth, "I'm looking forward to seeing him again. I want him to understand that my 'super editing' is invincible. If you resist, I will
It became the thing he regretted most in his life!"
Zhuo Zhongshi broke away from the support of his cronies, stood in front of Zhuo Yifeng, knelt down and begged: "A Feng, listen to dad's advice, no matter what you want to do, wait until you recover from your injury, okay?"
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Zhuo Yifeng's blood-red eyes looked down at his father, and in the end he remained unmoved.
Zhuo Zhongshi and his close associates felt their eyes blurred as Zhuo Yifeng's figure had passed them and left the group building.
This chapter has been completed!