The sweetness of milk is not as sweet as yours

Chapter9

As for how to make it up, Fu Zhengming didn't say anything.Chu Yu lives on campus, and only has time on weekend afternoons. Maybe Fu Zhengming will tell him when he has made arrangements.

Chu Yu felt inexplicably nervous when he thought of Fu Zhengming making up lessons for him, feeling like his own father suddenly became the teacher in his class, and he had to keep his head tight.

Speaking of which, Chu Yu's father, Chu Jianmin, is really a teacher, a university professor, and a physicist.But he didn't make up lessons for Chu Yu. After entering high school, Chu Yu's grades plummeted, and he just asked Chu Yu on the phone, why did he suddenly regress?Study harder.He didn't have time to take care of Chu Yu, the students and research projects in his hands were already busy enough for him.

What he did most was to play football with Qiao Tan and let Qiao Tan, an education expert, take care of it.But Qiao Tan is also very busy. Apart from being an expert in education, he is also a well-known writer. Apart from giving lectures in various places, he also has to collect inspiration for new works.But mothers still need to be more attentive to their children, at least they make more frequent phone calls than Chu Jianmin.

In fact, one month ago, the day before their accident, Chu Yu still complained about them in his heart, but one month later, he came to a new place and never saw them again. Chu Yu hoped that they would never ignore him, As long as you're still alive in this world, you'll be fine.They were willing to give birth to him and show him this wonderful world, and he was very grateful to them.

When getting off the car, Chu Yu's mood suddenly became depressed. Fu Zhengming put away the thermos and handed him a tissue.

There was a trace of bewilderment in Chu Yu's eyes, and a slight imperceptible fragility.

Fu Zhengming said, "Wipe your mouth."

"Oh." Chu Yu quickly took it over.

There was a half-hour lunch break at noon, and Chu Yu had to go back to the dormitory.Fu Zhengming leaned against the car window, looked at his thin and slender figure, moved his fingers slightly, and suddenly changed his words: "I'll help you take a leave of absence from the teacher, and you won't be able to study at night, how about going to celebrate Fu Yao's birthday?"

After Fu Zhengming finished speaking, he regretted being so impulsive. He didn't want Chu Yu to go to Fu's house, and the rejection of Fu's family was not entirely because Chu Yu wanted to go to class.

Chu Yu was taken aback.

"Fu Yao has wanted to know you for a long time." Fu Zhengming still smiled, leaning on the car seat, and said in a leisurely tone, "She has nothing else to do at home now. She plays games live every day. I heard that you play games." I'm very talented, I just want to make some friends. If you don't want to go, then I will introduce you next time."

Chu Yu was teased by him again, and forgot to investigate why Fu Zhengming suddenly changed his mind, but he still refused: "Then next time, there is a small physics test tonight, so it's not easy to ask for leave. Just help me wish her a happy birthday, In the future, I will have time to play games and take her to fly."

Fu Zhengming laughed: "Okay."

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The evening breeze was blowing, Fu Zhengming returned to Fu's house, just after changing his shoes and entering the living room, he heard a few discussions.

"That child is quite pitiful. I heard that his parents usually don't take care of him very much. Then he got into a car accident and he disappeared."

"Then he's following Zhengming now? What a waste of time. Zhengming is going to be thirty soon, doesn't even have a girlfriend, and still has such a big child by his side? Fu Chuan, you don't care about him."

"Mom, you also said that he is almost thirty. I couldn't control him when he was in his teens, let alone now." Fu Chuan was quite helpless.

"Fu Zhengming is also worried about his life..."

Before the woman finished speaking, the servant called Mr. Fu Xiao, and everyone in the living room stopped discussing and all looked over.

"Zhengming is back." The old lady of the Fu family greeted first with a smile, "Come, come, come to grandma."

On the side, a woman in a wine-red cheongsam drank her saliva and said with a smile, "Zhengming, I heard that you brought a child from Qiao's family with you. Why didn't you bring it here? It's Fu Yao's birthday. It's a lively place."

The woman was Fu Chuan's ex-wife, Fu Yao's mother, Yin Qiang, who came over suddenly tonight, posing as a hostess.

He rushed over directly after get off work, but he was still wearing a suit, so he didn't go over, loosened his tie, and said calmly, "He still has classes to attend, so he won't come. Grandma, I'll go upstairs and change."

The old lady Fu hurriedly said: "Then you go, remember to ask Fu Yao to come down, what time is it, and you are back, you can eat cake."

"it is good."

Fu Zhengming walked up the stairs, and heard Yin Qiang ask behind him, "Is Zhengming unhappy to see me?"

The old lady: "He has always had this temper."

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In fact, Fu Zhengming doesn't often live in Fu's house, maybe only three or four times a month, but he still keeps a lot of his clothes here, many of which are sent to the house by the old lady.

The old lady was a tailor when she was young. When she was old, she took in several apprentices and founded a men's clothing brand.But now she is out of business, the brand has been handed over to Fu Yao, but Fu Chuan is taking care of it.She wanted to hand it over to Fu Zhengming, but Fu Zhengming declined.It's just that it's not good to reject one and reject the other, and finally entered Fu's.

After changing his clothes, Fu Zhengming knocked on Fu Yao's door.

As soon as the assistant opened the door, Fu Yao's brisk voice came from inside.

"Wild wolf disco? Why do you all like this Douyin Divine Comedy so much? Wouldn't it be good to sing you a left finger moon? A tear, ahhh, that's me, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? Ghost scream? Have you ever heard such a ghost scream like the sound of nature?"

Fu Zhengming listened for a while, a little funny, and said to his assistant: "Tell her, don't make Dad and grandma wait too long, you can end the live broadcast and go downstairs."

"Good Mr. Fu Xiao."

The assistant wanted to close the door, but was stopped by Fu Zhengming: "I'll wait for her here."

Knowing that he couldn't drag it on, the assistant had no choice but to move over and hold up a reminder to Fu Yao.

Fu Yao turned off the mic, looked this way, caught a glimpse of Fu Zhengming, knew that the broadcast had to be stopped, and couldn't help feeling bored.

"That's it for today, get off."

"Brother." After the live broadcast was turned off, Fu Yao stretched, and the fisherman's hat on her head fell off, revealing a head of light golden hair.

Turning around, Fu Yao's skin is pink and white, even her eyelashes and eyebrows are white, almost transparent, like snow.

Because of albinism, Fu Yao was locked up at home since she was a child, rarely going out, playing games when she had nothing to do, but she couldn't face the computer for a long time, and her life was dull.

"My mother came over suddenly," Fu Yao followed Fu Zhengming down, her brows drooping in frustration, "I just came in, I think grandma didn't want to beat her because of her dignity. Hey, did you bring Chu Yu here?"

"No, he's going to class."

"That's good, otherwise it will be annoying enough. Grandma and my mother will definitely drag him and talk about things. What is pitiful? I want you to be pitiful? Put on a gesture of sympathy for others, and poke at other people's wounds." , These grown-ups just don’t count.”

Fu Zhengming didn't speak, and heard Fu Yao say again: "My mother wants to remarry my father."