presumptuous

It stands to reason that counselors don't care about students' messy housework, and Yu happened to be in the office when Chen Fangmei came to find her in the afternoon.The woman led in a delicate-looking little girl who even had glitter on her eyes, and he was also taken aback.

The girl sat obediently on another chair with her head down, fiddling with the tassels on her skirt, and the woman sat in front of him, "Well, teacher, I can't get in touch with Feng Jiuwang... I don't know if you know where he went? "

The person in front of him is Feng Jiuwang's father's remarriage partner.

Yu Huan thought of this for the first time, and couldn't help but look at the little girl sitting quietly beside her.

"I don't know, he didn't come to class today... Can't he get through on the phone?"

The woman rubbed her hands, "Hey, that's right. I agreed to come to see my daughter's performance today, but the father and son quarreled in the studio. Feng Zhuwang couldn't calm down and left right away. Now I can't contact you." When I go to him, I wonder if the school can... He may not want to answer my phone call."

"Then let me make a phone call for you." Yu Huan's eyes fell on the girl who bowed her head, "I think it's quite cold today, the child wears so little..."

The woman said "Hey", "Look at my busy work, his father has something to do in the factory and he went back to city A after the show, and I hurried to contact his son after the show... Yueyue, are you cold? Put your mother's clothes on."

The woman had revealed a lot of information during her speech.

Yu also saw that Chen Fangmei didn't wear much, so he said, "I have spare clothes here, if you don't mind, let's put them on for a while." He found a blue thin shirt from the closet, which smelled nice. The smell of washing powder, the girl whispered "thank you" while holding it in her hand.

Yu also laughed: "You're welcome."

Probably because he was young and easy to talk, the phone didn't get through, and Chen Fangmei didn't leave directly, but stayed in the office asking about Feng Jiuwang's recent situation.

Yu also answered them one by one.

"He has good grades, he is a bit skinny, but sometimes he is quite obedient."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to want to say something else, hesitated, and finally said: "Is the teacher's call still not connected?"

"No." Yu also contacted Feng Jiuwang's classmates, and they all said that they didn't see anyone.

Chen Fangmei seemed worried, stomping on the floor with her pointed high heels, muttering: "What can I do..."

"I'll ask someone to look for him again, don't worry too much, he's an adult too." Yu also comforted the woman.

"Hey, I'm still worried. I won't leave so late today. I'll stay here with my daughter. If there's anything wrong with him, please tell me." When he came back, Yu shook his head and refused, letting the girl wear it.

Yu also looked at the time and it was time to get off work, so he decided to be a good person and took the coat hanging on the hanger: "I know there is a relatively clean hotel nearby, I will take you there."

"I'm really sorry to bother you so much, teacher."

"It's ok."

After everything was done with help, it was getting late, Yu was still standing at the door of the room, and asked a little worriedly: "I think the child is wearing makeup?"

"Ah yes, for performance."

Yu also praised: "It's very beautiful."

The little girl raised her head, blushed at the teacher's smile, and grabbed the hem of her skirt tightly.

Yu also said: "But no matter how good-looking you are, remember to remove your makeup." He unconsciously imitated Feng Jiuwang's tone on the Internet, squatting down and gently said to the girl, "Remember to remove your makeup."

Feng Yue nodded and said, "Okay."

"That teacher..." Chen Fangmei's voice sounded above her head.

Yu still stood up straight.

"Did Feng Juwang really make no trouble at school?" She asked rather worriedly, "You don't need to speak well of him, I still know what that kid is like."

Yu Huan's eyelids twitched, and he kept a perfect smile: "What do you mean by that? I can't understand."

Chen Fangmei seemed to want to say something but didn't want to say it. She hesitated for a few seconds and said, "He was naughty when he was a child. Can't graduate."

The girl grabbed the skirt even tighter, together with the jacket that Yu had lent her.

Yu also asked: "What... did he do to get a demerit?"

"Hey, I don't know whether I should say this... You must not be prejudiced against him. He was young and ignorant at that time, and some things in their family were a bit rebellious. You also said that he was in school. You are doing pretty well here." The woman looked at him, as if eagerly hoping that he could understand her, and understand her painstaking efforts to worry about and care for her children.

"He hit their homeroom teacher."

"She said you hit the teacher in charge of the junior high school." Yu also asked Feng Jiuwang, "Is it true?"

"She is quite free, and she often makes up nonsense to please me." Feng Jiuwang did not answer directly, but said, "But she is not free enough to make up such things."

"So it's true? Why?"

Feng Jiuwang smiled, "What reason can I have for beating the teacher? I don't like him."

Yu also said seriously: "Feng Jiuwang!"

"You're angry again, why are you so angry?" Feng Jiuwang stood up from the sofa, "And Yu Huan, aren't you a little too kind? Is the student's housework also under your management?"

Yu still looked up at him, the soft hair stuck into his eyes, causing slight pain, he raised his hand to wipe his hair, as if wiping away tears.

"Don't pay attention to her, don't waste your time, those are unnecessary." Feng Jiuwang approached, put one leg on the soft sofa, and stopped in front of Yu Huan.The teacher has a nice fragrance, soft and warm, and this room is also warm and harmonious.

He is an uninvited guest, a person who does not belong here and exists abruptly.

"Did you change your shampoo? What's the smell?" He muttered inappropriately, "It smells so good."

Yu was still ignorant of the imminent crisis, and even went to answer the boy's question: "It's from grapes."

Feng Jiuwang laughed for no reason, bent over and laughed, almost touching Yu Huan's shoulder, and said after laughing, "I hate fruit the most." Before Yu could speak, he said something ridiculous in a teasing tone, "Aren't you afraid of me? I'm a bad student who beat up the teacher."

"There must be a reason." Yu was not afraid of him yet, those white and slender hands were so powerful, they pressed Feng Jiuwang's shoulders and pushed him away, "Besides, your sister came to me after that."

Feng Juwang moved his fingers, his smile disappeared again, and he asked blankly, "What?"

Yu Huan had already walked out of the hotel, and the girl hurried down with Yu Huan's clothes on her arms, shouting, "Teacher! Teacher!" She didn't know Yu Huan's name.

Yu also turned his head: "What's the matter? Slow down, and be careful not to fall."

Feng Yue stopped in front of Yu Huan, and the little man didn't even reach Yu Huan's chest. He grabbed his clothes tightly and lifted them up, saying, "Your clothes."

"Ah, I forgot, thank you for sending it here."

The little girl shook her head, her eyelids glittered with sequins and her brow was sweaty.

She put the clothes on Yu Huan's body, and grabbed the clothes he was wearing, panting and trembling: "Mom's not right..."

"Huh?" Yu still lowered his head.

The girl's eyes were sparkling, and it was not clear whether the eye shadow was too shimmering or there were tears hanging in the eye sockets.

"He didn't make a mistake... Brother didn't make a mistake."

Do not doubt him.

Don't tell others about his "crimes" over and over again.

He clearly told the truth.

"Do you believe what a child says?" Feng Jiuwang asked.

Yu also said: "She believes in you."

Feng Juwang lowered his eyes, "Do you really use fruit-flavored shampoo?"

"Yeah... don't interrupt!"

Feng Juwang suddenly raised his hand, brushed a strand of Yu Huan's hair, lowered his head and muttered childishly: "I don't seem to hate fruit very much anymore."

Yu also digressed solemnly: "Why do you hate fruit? Is there anyone who doesn't eat fruit? Nutrition will not keep up!"

Feng Juwang looked at him carefully, his eyes traced the outline of Yu Huan's cheek.

Yu also looked at him suspiciously: "What's the matter? What's going on?"

Not a butterfly anymore.The pair of wings that had been reflected in his eyes for a long time disappeared.

Yu is not yet a butterfly.

His beauty is naturally engraved in his bones, and his patience is also dull. He himself is such an innocent and good-tempered person.

So what should the teacher be compared to?

He kind of likes the smell of Yu Huan, and he thinks that the good smell is not the smell of shampoo, but the smell of this person.

"It's all boring stuff, if you want to hear it, I'll tell you." Feng Jiu smiled, "After all, I'm obedient and obedient, and I'll try my best to satisfy the teacher's request."

He wanted to compare Yu to a strawberry. It was so red that it softened in his hands when he pinched it. The juice flowed from his fingers to his pulse, leaving a sticky mark. When he licked it, the tip of his tongue would be overripe and sweet.