Mr. Fu also wants to be in charge today

Fu Ziji squatted on the ground and cried with his head in his arms. When he was tired from crying, he sat down on the ground, not caring about his own image at all.

He only knew that he was very sad, very very sad, he thought he found his mother, but he didn't expect that he still didn't have a mother in the end.

He could not leave in the name of being a mother and child, but there was no way he could not let go of her after knowing that they had nothing to do with each other.

Not fair to her children.

She would be very sad if her own child was left outside.

He didn't want to see him sad.

However, he didn't want to leave her either.

With mixed thoughts in his heart, Fu Ziji cried even harder, full of helplessness and despair.

Why, why is he the only one without a mother?

He also really wanted to have a mother, woo woo woo.

He cried so much that he called the teacher over. When he saw Yun Jin in front of him, his head hurt again, "Fu Ziji, you are bullying the kids again."

Yun Jin pursed her lips slightly, did not speak, did not make excuses, to a certain extent, he was bullying him.

I am sorry.

He said another word in his heart, lowered his brows and eyes, and clenched his hands tightly.

Seeing him like this, the teacher thought he was unrepentant. Thinking of his family background, he swallowed everything he wanted to say, and bent down to comfort the crying child on the ground. However, no matter how gentle her voice was, Fu Ziji didn't respond at all. , just kept crying.

His crying was so painful that it made people feel anxious when they heard it. The teacher secretly glanced at Yun Jin and sighed helplessly, not knowing how he provoked the child.

Hey.

The teacher coaxed him for a long time, but it was useless. In the end, Fu Ziji was tired from crying and stopped by himself. After a long time, he stood up with his hands on his hands, and the mask on his face was soaked by tears. The exposed eyes are clean and flawless, and the pain inside is more obvious.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Fu Ziji hiccupped and said, "Mom...I'll give it back to you."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and tears flowed down again.

Yun Jin's fingertips moved slightly, and the corners of her mouth twitched. In the end, she turned and left without saying a word.

Rounding the corner, he leaned against the wall, put his hands on his heart, took a deep breath, and barely suppressed the twitching of his heart.

It's not him that hurts, it's him.

Induction between twins.

It's a pity that they are destined not to be brothers.

School time.

Yun Jin carried her schoolbag and walked out step by step. When she saw Yun Man outside the door, a smile slowly spread on the corner of her mouth. He walked over in two or three steps, and his steps seemed a little eager. When he came to him, he restrained himself and stopped , just looked up at her, and called "Mom".

Yun Man was a little surprised, she thought he would throw herself into his arms, but she was already ready, but she didn't want him to stop.

Looking at the familiar little face, she put aside those thoughts, reached out and rubbed his head, noticed his slightly frowning brows, laughed dumbly, straightened him up again, bent over and pinched his face, "Okay, okay, don't move your hair, let's go, go home, what do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat what my mother made."

"Okay, let's go to the supermarket first, I have to buy some food."

"Ah."

"..."

While talking, the mother and son got into the car holding hands with each other.

In the distance, behind the pillar, Fu Ziji looked down at his hand and held it, but there was no soft and delicate touch, only air was held, tears fell down again.

Why isn't she his mother?
She was just as he had imagined.

Gentle, beautiful, still loving him, telling him bedtime stories, standing up when someone bullies him.

Why is he not her child.

He was really envious, very envious of Yun Jin.

It would be great if he were Yun Jin.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help showing envy in his eyes. After a while, watching the teacher urging him, he wiped his eyes, carried his schoolbag and walked out dejectedly. When he reached the door, he couldn't help but glance at the direction they left.

The car was long gone.

"What are you looking at?" A deep male voice suddenly came from above, Fu Ziji looked up and saw Fu Shaochen's handsome face.

Still no expression at all, smelly.

He looked away without any expectation, and walked to the car with his schoolbag on his back.

Fu Shaochen didn't ignore his red and swollen eyes, he was slightly startled, crying?

He got in the car and found that the child turned his head and looked out the window, leaving only the back of his head.

"Brother, are you making Jubao angry again?" Fu Shaohang poked his head over from the front, met his brother's indifferent eyes, and flinched back.

Looking away, Fu Shaochen looked at Fu Ziji, saw that he was unwilling to speak, and asked the driver to drive without asking.

When I got home, I saw him jumping out of the car and walking in with a dull head, and then he said slowly: "If anyone bullies you, you can tell me, the Fu family has no place to stand up and be bullied."

Not wanting to hear this, Fu Ziji suddenly turned his head and glared at him, his big eyes were full of displeasure, and shouted: "What's so great about the Fu family, who wants to be the Fu family!"

He only wants his mother, he wants the surname Yun, and he doesn't want to be a Fu family member!

The grievance that he had suppressed just now burst out again, and he yelled again, untiing his schoolbag and throwing it on the ground, "I don't want to be a Fu family, I want my mother..."

Speaking of the word mother, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and started crying again.

Fu Shaochen frowned slightly, and as soon as he took a step forward, he suddenly looked at him vigilantly as if startled, then ran upstairs, and slammed the door shut with a "bang", shaking I felt the ground move, and then there was a burst of crying from inside the door.

Fu Shaohang clicked his tongue, and patted his chest with lingering fear, "Hey, why did this kid get so excited, so angry, bro, you really didn't mess with him?"

After finishing the words, Fu Shaochen glanced at him lightly, looked in the direction upstairs, and frowned even tighter.

After a while, he picked up the schoolbag on the ground and walked upstairs.

In a soft voice, he said: "Bring him some food later."

"Aren't you going to see him?"

Fu Shaochen paused, "He probably doesn't want to see me."

That's right, every time Jubao loses his temper, it will get even worse when he sees him.

He hasn't gotten angry for a long time, it's been a long time, and he's kind of forgotten about it.

Looking at his brother's back again, he couldn't help but shook his head and muttered: "There are times when you are not popular."

Who would have thought that the man all the women in the world wanted to marry and the man men wanted to replace would be defeated by his five-year-old son.

It's really one thing and one thing.

Tsk tsk, it's really interesting.

Upstairs in the study room, Fu Shaochen listened to the cry of the child, his brows were deeply furrowed, his brows were full of irritability, he reached out and took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, the cigarette butt was lit on the table, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he let go of his hand again , the smoke at the fingertips fell on the table and rolled around.

The cry of the child has been lingering in his ears, his voice is hoarse and he is still crying.

He couldn't listen anymore, got up and walked to Fu Ziji's room, knocking on the door with his fingers.

"Jubao, open the door."