"Dad, remember to pick me up later." Xiao Yu'er's voice sounded through the microphone.

Fang Cheng glanced at the date and asked doubtfully, "Isn't today Friday?"

"Well, I don't have class in the afternoon, so I took the subway to the pet shop by myself."

Fang Cheng was a little helpless, but he replied immediately: "Okay, Dad will go over now."

Hanging up the phone, Fang Cheng left the company and drove to the pet shop

"Boss, you're here." Liu Jing stood up and smiled.

"Yeah..." Fang Cheng looked around and did not see Xiao Yu'er, so he asked, "Where is my daughter?"

"Look inside to see the little one doing styling for the dog."

Fang Cheng agreed and walked over

Conversation ringing in ears

"Is it still a bit long?"

"It's not too long, the customer asked not to cut it too short."

"Look at the eyes here?"

"Don't move the dog."

"You be careful."

"rest assured."

There was a place in the pet shop that was dedicated to styling pets. At this moment, Tang and Xiao Yu'er were standing next to each other, cutting the hair of a Samoyed dog.

One is soothing the dog, the other is trimming with scissors. The two cooperate very well and look very close.

"Ahem." Fang Cheng deliberately coughed twice.

Xiao Yu'er looked back and said with a smile: "Dad, just wait for me for a while, I'll be fine soon."

Fang Cheng thought about the sentence that female college students are not allowed to stay, so he waited by the door. He looked at Tang from behind. Tang was not tall, only about 1.7 meters. Damn, if Xiao Yuer really wants to talk to him as friends, it will be very difficult for Fang Cheng to convince himself to agree.

After all, it doesn't matter if you are not handsome, because no matter how handsome you are, you can't be as handsome as I was when I was young.

It doesn't matter if you don't have money, because no matter how rich you are, it's impossible for me to have money.

It doesn't matter if you are not famous, because no matter how famous you are, it is impossible for me to be famous.

But at least you have to be a little manly.

"Okay, you put it down." Tang smiled slightly.

Xiao Yu'er put the dog on the table, washed his hands, took off his work clothes, then took Fang Cheng's hand and said, "Dad, we're going back."

"Ah."

"Boss, go slowly."

On the way back, Fang Cheng finally couldn't bear it anymore, because after thinking about it, he always felt that Tang was far from what he wanted, so he asked sideways, "Are the people in the store getting along well?" ?”

"It's pretty good, Sister Jing, Sister Xiaoya, and Tang, they're all easy to talk to."

"How old is Tang today?"

"It seems to be 25, six years older than me."

Fang Cheng couldn't bear it anymore, he said directly: "You are not talking about friends with him, are you?"

"friend?"

"Father means, the kind of friend between a man and a woman."

Xiao Yu'er was taken aback after hearing this, and then remembered what happened just now, so he quickly explained: "Dad, no, I, he"

Perhaps because of being too nervous, Xiao Yu'er hesitated to speak.

Fang Cheng panicked even more, he didn't want a flower stuck in cow dung to happen to him.

"Dad, you really misunderstood. That Tang Tahe, like Sister Qianqian and Sister Qianmei, likes people of the same gender as me."

Everyone in Fangcheng was dumbfounded, and asked with wide eyes, "You mean, he's gay?"

Xiao Yuer nodded repeatedly.

Fang Cheng let out a big breath, quickly took out a tissue to wipe off his sweat, and said, "Dad was scared to death."

Xiao Yu'er raised his small fist and lightly hit Fang Cheng's arm, and said angrily, "Dad, what's going on with you now, you always think about what you have and what you don't have."

"Maybe I'm getting old."

After Xiao Yuer heard this, he immediately hugged Fang Cheng's arm again, and coaxed in Fang Cheng's ear: "No, dad is not old at all."

Fang Cheng laughed, and that's how it ended.

Today, Yang Yueyue wore clothes that made Fang Cheng's blood boil. When she returned home and sat down on the sofa, Fang Cheng could just see the graceful back of Yang Yueyue who was cooking in the kitchen. A pair of tight yoga pants stretched her waist The slenderness and the curves of the buttocks are perfectly outlined. Maybe she just finished yoga. At this moment, she is only wearing a white vest on her upper body. If Xiao Yuer was not there, Fang Cheng must have been in the kitchen at this moment.

Think what comes.

"Dad, I'll go up and read some books, call me when the meal is ready."

"it is good."

Once Xiao Yu'er left, only Fang Cheng was left in the living room.

Fang Cheng ran to the kitchen like an animal, hugged Yang Yueyue from behind, and wrapped his arms around her waist, scaring her.

Yang Yueyue felt a surge of momentum there, and her face turned rosy. She whispered, "My son and daughter are both upstairs."

Fang Cheng is like a child, he won't let go.

Yang Yueyue struggled to turn around, put her hands on Fang Cheng's shoulders, blinked her eyes, and said charmingly, "Honey, do I look good?"

"nice."

Yang Yueyue whispered into Fang Cheng's ear, "You said I look good, so I'll show you that part more."

"It's all pretty."

"Then bear with it, and I'll show you slowly at night." After speaking, Yang Yueyue filled the pot with vegetables.

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