Chapter 131 From now on, my brother’s home is your home.

Xing Dong's face turned pale as paper, and his body was shaking. "Who are you?"

Yu Zehui curled his lips and said, "Your father!" He then picked up a chair and smashed it down, again and again. The sound of bones breaking was very satisfying to him. His inky eyes were filled with a mad blood red.

No one knew whether Xing Dong was still alive or not. The chair left deep marks on his body. Bright red blood oozed out of his body and flowed under the bed.

Zhiyan lifted the quilt and saw Yu Zehui, whose face was covered in blood, dragging the dying Xing Dong towards the window. He ran off the bed crying and hugged Yu Zehui tightly, "Brother, don't! Brother, don't..."

Yu Zehui's red eyes, which glowed with an eerie cold light under his long eyelashes, squinted coldly, "You want to plead for him? People like him deserve to die, why would you plead for him?!!"

Zhiyan's voice trembled again and again, "No! If you kill someone, you will go to jail. Brother, don't... Brother, don't kill him, you will go to jail..."

Yu Zehui smiled, a perverse and scary smile. Every time he killed someone, Yu Yaodong would solve the problem for him. He had killed so many people that he almost forgot that murder meant going to jail...

His blood-red eyes dropped. He didn't know whether those people deserved to die before, but this one really deserved to die. He had money to support his third child, but his fourth child had no money to treat his own son. But if he really killed him, the little thing would be scared to death.

He is in this condition now. I am afraid he will be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life and won't be able to get along with women anymore.

Forget it, I won’t kill him. Sometimes, living is more painful than death.

He threw away the torture stick. The red light of the last sun fell on his face, reflecting a seductive smile. His cold fingers touched Zhiyan's white porcelain face. "Do you want to go with me? I will cure your illness."

The blood on his fingertips dripped into Zhi Yan's eyes, and soon a layer of blood-colored mist appeared. He was like a puppet that had been bewitched, tightly grasping Yu Zehui's fingers, "I want it!"

Yu Zehui chuckled, his half-lidded eyes intoxicating like wine. He bent down and hugged him, "Don't cry. I'll take you back to my home. From now on, my home is your home."

Zhiyan hugged his neck. That was the last time he saw his father. He didn't remember that day very clearly. He only remembered that the scorching sun was as red as blood. Yu Zehui gave him a home. The home was big and full of red roses. It had a nice name, Rose Villa.

He spent the happiest days in Rose Villa except for the pain and suffering. He grew from fourteen to nineteen, and on the second day of his nineteenth birthday, Yu Zehui confessed to him.

The man who started out with a foul mouth still used foul language in his confession. He held a red rose picked from the garden, wore a black suit with a rose pattern, and combed his hair into a big backcomb. He was so arrogant and domineering, but he stuttered when he spoke.

"Zhiyan, I fucking like you... I like you so much that I want to have sex with you! Do you want to be with me? If you fucking don't want to be with me, then I will be with you! Don't even think about running away!"

Zhiyan cried and laughed, "I didn't ask you to buy it... and can you please stop swearing? This is a confession!"

Yu Zehui arrogantly stuffed the red rose into his arms and hands, "Tell me first whether you like me or not? Do you want to have sex with me?"

Zhi Yan hugged the red rose and cried, "I like..." He has liked her for many years. He fell in love with her at first sight when he climbed up the wall and saw Yu Zehui under the blood-red roses.

For so many years, he had raised him, loved him, and protected him. He had given half his life to him, so how could he not like him?

But he was afraid that he would not live long. If he died, what would he do alone?

When Yu Zehui saw him crying, his heart ached as if it was tightening. He wiped his tears while cursing, "Why are you so useless? You cry even when I confess my love to you..."

Zhi Yan closed his eyes, grabbed Yu Zehui's neck and kissed him fiercely...

Yu Zehui's eyes were deep, and he took the initiative to trap the man in the corner. Just as he unbuttoned a button, Zhi Yan suddenly pushed him away, "How come you are so good at kissing?"

Yu Zehui was addicted to the taste, "You are gifted! Don't move and behave yourself..."

Zhi Yan knocked his hand away, his eyes fierce, like a vigilant beast, "Bullshit! Talented? How can you be so gifted? Who did you learn from? Didn't you say that I was your first love?"

Yu Zehui laughed angrily, "Is it wrong that I'm a good kisser? Do I have to bite you like a dog? Are you willing?"

He raised the little guy to be a big guy. I don't know if it's because he was too indulgent, but his temper became more and more explosive. No matter if there was anyone around, once they started arguing, they would yell louder than him. He didn't give him any face at all. If he smelled of perfume, he would cry and argue with him all night.

Sometimes I was so angry that I really wanted to hit him, but he was sick, so I couldn't hit him, let alone scold him.

Zhi Yan grabbed his collar, kissed his chin, and then raised his wet eyes, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have doubted you. But your friends always send people to your bed, I was suspicious to begin with!"

Yu Zehui took over the Yu Group, and it was impossible to do it cleanly. Sending people to bed was not uncommon in their circle. He would pretend to accept it every time and then send it away quietly. If Zhiyan knew about it, he would have to sleep in a doghouse tonight.

His friends knew Zhiyan, but they just thought he had a rare toy and threw it away when they got tired of it. Until one day, when he was drunk, Zhiyan called him and it was from a hostess. That would have been fine, but his mother sat on his lap.

Zhi Yan calmly asked for the address and arrived at the underground bar in half an hour. The woman was still sitting on Yu Zehui's thigh, looking at him provocatively.

Yu Zehui was drunk, and when he saw him, he thought he was dreaming. Not only did he have a stinky face during the day, but he also had a stinky face in his dream. Just when he was about to curse, Zhiyan suddenly picked up the wine bottle on the table and smashed it on his head!

Glass fragments flew everywhere, Zhi Yan ran out with piercing screams, Yu Zehui covered his bleeding forehead, and was almost sober. He pushed the almost naked woman away, fell all the way, and chased after her.

With blood all over his head, he chased to the door of the bar and hugged Zhiyan, "Don't leave, listen to me, I'm drunk, when did she sit up? I don't even know..."

Zhi Yan's face was covered with tears and he almost lost control in an instant. He screamed miserably, weakly pushed Yu Zehui away, and struggled to break free. He was careless while struggling and fell heavily to the ground.

"Zhizhi!" Yu Zehui's face was full of panic. He didn't care that his head was still bleeding. He squatted down to hug him. Zhiyan pushed him away and stood up by himself. His body hurt a lot, but it was not as painful as his heart.

He dusted himself off and said in a voice so calm it made your scalp tingle, "You go in. I'm going home first."

Yu Zehui is a male chauvinist who values ​​his face more than anything else. Plus, his gang of bad friends came out to watch the fun, so he couldn't stand him. "What the f*ck do you mean?! If you want to quarrel, then quarrel. Don't look so damn dead!"

Zhi Yan crossed his arms and looked at him in disbelief. In the past, Yu Zehui was most afraid of the word "death" and would not even allow anyone to mention this word in front of him.

And now...

"I didn't mean to quarrel. I was wrong. I shouldn't have hit you on the head. I'm going back now. Your friends are still waiting for you. Remember to let Liu Hai bandage you up."

Yu Zehui felt like his lungs were about to explode, and he pointed at his nose and cursed, "You hit me when you wanted to, and now you want to leave when you want to. What do you think of me?!!"

After scolding him, he froze on the spot. He didn't want to scold like that, but he had already scolded out.

Zhi Yan looked at him in astonishment, his lips trembling, his body shaking violently as if he had a cold. Yu Zehui had raised him for five years, but in the end he had no status or position. If he didn't want to raise him one day, he could just kick him out. What qualifications did he have to manage him?

What do you regard him as?

He told him more than once that he liked him, but whether Yu Zehui was sober or drunk, neither of them responded to him.

Maybe he just regarded him as a younger brother, or a substitute for Yu Zeying. He was willing to raise him in the past, largely because of Yu Zeying, he always knew it. There were many times when he came back drunk and hugged him and called Ah-Yeong all night...

If Yu Zehui doesn't support him anymore, it seems like he has nowhere else to go.

"Why don't you throw a bottle at me too..."

Yu Zehui's face turned pale and blue, and he was furious. "I've been feeding you with good food and drink, why the hell do you give me the cold shoulder?!"

He had a loud voice to begin with, and after he yelled like that, more people came, either rich second-generations or high-ranking officials. Zhiyan was afraid that it would have a bad influence on him, so he ignored him. He pushed him away and walked away numbly.

He didn't hit Yu Zehui, but Yu Zehui felt a burning pain on his face, "Explain yourself clearly before you leave!"

Zhi Yan couldn't stand it anymore and yelled back, "Hasn't what I said been clear enough? If you're still angry, just hit me with a bottle. Don't think you're the only one who can yell!"

"I'm not going to fucking smash it, so get out if you want!" Yu Zehui regretted his words. Yang Wenbiao, who was playing well, pulled him over and said, "Okay, Brother Hui, there are so many people watching us. If you want to deal with him, go back home and deal with him."

Zhiyan stuffed a few pieces of paper into his hands and said with a choked voice, "Wipe it off. I'm leaving..."

Yu Zehui clenched the paper in his hand until it was wrinkled. When he came to his senses, Zhi Yan had already walked away. In the dark autumn night, he was wearing very thin clothes and was so thin that he would definitely catch a cold if he went back like this.

He wanted to chase him and give him his coat, but Yang Wenbiao grabbed him and said, "Forget it, there's nothing to fight about. We can fight when we get home. I'll bandage your head first."

Yu Zehui nodded, and followed him in despair. When he returned to the private room, he felt something was not right. Gone? Why did he say gone?

I used to say I was going home...

After bandaging it, Qin Shi pulled the suspenders of the girl next to him, "Brother Hui, can you lend me yours to play with? It's the one that just came. I promise I won't let you kill it! Of course, you can also choose mine, you can take whichever one you like!"