Sugar Baby

Teacher Dong swept the three restless men out of the house. The three of them stood outside the door and looked at each other, their hearts pounding.

Teacher Dong has a gentle personality and rarely gets angry. This time, when her temper flared up, even Comrade Lao Qiu, who had been with her for 30 years, could not tell when she would calm down.

Seeing that the three of them were frozen here, Fu Ruien took the initiative to ease the atmosphere: "Mr. Qiu, it's already evening, why don't we find a place to have dinner first?"

"Okay," Papa Qiu sighed, "I'm not in the mood right now, so just eat something."

"I'm not familiar with this neighborhood, do you have any recommendations?"

"Oh, then go to the Seafood Palace over the bridge."

Qiu Qiu was speechless: "...Dad, why are you so casual?"

Qiu's father had reason and evidence: "What's the matter? I finally had a chance to poach the corner of capitalism. Don't you want me to have a good meal?"

"..."

The three of them casually ate some abalone, lobster, sea cucumber, and geoduck in the Seafood Palace. Papa Qiu was not very interested, and stopped after eating more than 2000 yuan alone.

After eating, the three of them headed back home - of course they went back to Fu Ruien's house.

Seeing them coming out of the restaurant, the driver got out of the car quickly, opened the rear door for them respectfully, and made a "please" gesture.

Just as Qiu Qiu was about to step into the seat, Qiu's father squeezed into the back seat without saying a word.

Qiu Qiu: "Dad..."

Qiu's father stared at them: "Dad, what's the matter, you go and sit in the front, your real father wants to chat with your godfather."

Qiu Qiu became even more nervous, holding Fu Ruien's hand so frightened that he dared not let go.He was frightened too much today. Although Dad Qiu seemed to accept their relationship now, what if he didn't play his cards according to common sense and planned to teach his godfather a lesson after getting in the car?

On the contrary, Fu Ruien quickly accepted Papa Qiu's arrangement.He patted Qiu Qiu's hand to calm him down, then he took a step with his long legs and got into the back seat.

After sitting down, Fu Ruien gave Qiu Qiu a "nothing" mouth shape, and then Qiu Qiu sat on the passenger seat worriedly.

The atmosphere in the car was so weird that the driver also felt Alexander.As a driver for a big boss, the most important working principle is "don't pay attention to the boss's private affairs". He just needs to concentrate on driving and watching the road, and he doesn't care about anything else.

It was just after the rain, and the air conditioner in the car was blowing a cool breeze. Father Qiu let out a sigh, slipped out comfortably in the back seat, and sent a text message to his wife.

I'm Lao Qiu: Teacher Dong, don't be angry, don't get angry.

After thinking about it, he felt that this sentence was too flimsy, so he quickly added an emoji.

It was a long and long photo with a light blue background and pink petals floating on it. At the top was a golden Buddha statue with shining golden brows and benevolent eyes, and a line of big characters was written underneath - "Don't Get Angry".

Then there are thirty lines of familiar doggerel.

For Mr. Qiu, who has been immersed in the field of Chinese language and literature for more than 30 years, this "Don't Get Angry", which has been spread all over the streets, is not a real "poetry" at all.However, this kind of market-oriented literary works are easy to understand and catchy, and they are passed on from word to mouth by the people, and have a strong and enduring vitality.

I'm Lao Qiu: [Smile] [Smile] Here's "Don't Get Angry" for you.

Teacher Dong did not return.

... Could it be that he fell asleep?

Qiu's father waited for 3 minutes, and then thoughtfully sent another WeChat message.

I'm Lao Qiu: Take a good rest.

In an instant, a small exclamation point popped up on WeChat, prompting "You and Dong Youxin are not WeChat friends".

Papa Qiu:? ? ?

Father Qiu immediately sat up straight, leaned on the back of the passenger seat, and patted his silly son on the head: "Qiuqiu! Send your mother a WeChat message!"

"Ah?" Qiu Qiu frowned, "What are you talking about?"

"You still need me to pay for what you post? Post whatever you want."

So Qiu Qiu thought about it for a while, deleted, deleted, and edited it several times, and sent a WeChat message to his mother.

Autumn is Autumn: Mom, I'm sorry, it was supposed to be a good family reunion, because the oh thing made you unhappy.Don't be angry, you have worked so hard all the way, take a rest, there are meals I have prepared in the refrigerator, you should eat some at least, it will be uncomfortable if you fast for too long.In addition, I remember that there are several masks in the cabinet in my room. The air on the plane is very dry, and your skin is sensitive. If you feel uncomfortable, make a mask before going to sleep.

Teacher Dong quickly responded.

Dong Your Heart: Yes.

Qiu Qiu showed his father the chat record in frustration: "Mom hasn't calmed down yet..."

Qiu's father said, "you make up for the trouble you caused yourself", but he was thinking in his heart: it's strange, why didn't the wife block her son?

Fu Ruien and Qiu's father sat side by side in the back seat. He was tall and had good eyesight. He clearly saw the process of Qiu's father being blocked on the phone screen, but his expression remained unchanged. The attitude is still respectful.

Papa Qiu asked him: "By the way, I haven't asked you why she got into your car. You kiss...cough, why didn't you recognize her when you were making out?"

Fu Ruien answered the ins and outs of the matter seriously. When he said "there is a frosted baffle between the front and rear rows of the car to block the view", Dad Qiu immediately interrupted him: "What frosted baffle? Let me see. "

Fu Ruien pressed the control button beside him.

The frosted baffle is lightly lifted from the card slot, and within a few seconds, the top is pushed to the roof, dividing the large compartment space into front and rear parts.

Qiu Qiu looked back nervously, but from his perspective, he could only see two shadowy figures behind the baffle.

Behind the frosted baffle, one of the pudgy figures said: "Okay, don't come down, Xiao Fu, we finally have a chance to have a good talk."

Qiu Qiu: So nervous, trembling > A

……

After nearly an hour of driving, the car finally arrived at the downstairs of Fu Ruien's house.

Along the way, Qiu Qiu kept trying to listen to the conversation of the "two fathers", but their voices were very low. No matter how hard he held his breath, he still couldn't hear the key content.

He really wanted to grow a pair of bunny ears, so that he could know what his godfather and father were talking about.

When the car stopped, Qiu Qiu immediately jumped out of the car and opened the door for Dad.

Papa Qiu got out first, there was no fluctuation on his face, what expression he had when he got in the car, and what expression he still has now.

And Fu Ruien next to him also looked calm. It was right to say that he was confident, and it was right to say that he had scruples.

Papa Qiu looked up at this luxurious apartment building, said "ooh" in satisfaction, brushed off his clothes, and walked in first.

"Don't worry." Fu Ruien came to Qiu Qiu's side and whispered comfort in his ear.

"What did my dad tell you?"

"Teacher Qiu said that he has always wanted to chat with me, but he just didn't find the right opportunity." Fu Ruien said in a low voice, "He called you home this time because he saw some bad rumors on the Internet, saying that you I was able to advance one after another in the show because I kept you. He didn’t know how to talk to you, so he called you home on rainy days and wanted to lure me over and talk to me. I didn’t expect this I met Teacher Dong by chance."

After hearing the explanation, Qiu Qiu was too sad to speak.

He knew more or less about the rumors on the Internet. He didn't take it to heart, but he didn't expect Papa Qiu to take it to heart.He could imagine how anxious his righteous father would be when he saw those untrue remarks.

Papa Qiu trusted his son and knew that he would not sacrifice his youth for a little fame. He was only worried that Fu Ruien's intentions were not pure and he deliberately fooled his stupid son.After all, the gap between the two is too great. No matter who looks at the relationship between them, the first reaction is that the older and richer person is taking advantage.

He obviously had Fu Ruien's contact information, but he would rather use the most oblique method to get Fu Ruien to come to his door than to "attack directly", for fear of hurting his son's self-esteem.

Fortunately, it turned out that his worries were unnecessary.

Fu Ruien said solemnly: "Qiuqiu, your father loves you very much."

"I know, I love him too."

Coming out was an incredibly difficult choice, for every character in this scene.

Fu Ruien stood with Qiu Qiu at the door for a while, and after he sorted out the emotions that filled his heart, the two walked into the apartment hall.

Papa Qiu didn't have a key card, so he sat quietly on the sofa in the lobby and read the newspaper.Seeing them coming in, he didn't ask why they had been waiting outside for so long.

The three of them stepped into the elevator together, but Fu Ruien did not press the top floor, but another floor.

Qiu Qiu didn't know until this time that under Fu Ruien's big penthouse apartment, he had several other properties, but they were all small houses of [-] square meters.He doesn't have many friends, and he has no family. The house is mainly used for investment, and it is usually idle, but he will hire someone to clean it regularly.

Fu Ruien said politely: "We usually live upstairs, but there are no vacant rooms. I am sorry that you are resting in this room tonight."

Papa Qiu immediately made an opinion: "I don't rest now, I want to visit your residence."

So the two led Papa Qiu up to the top floor.

The room Fu Ruien often lives in is decorated in a simple and grand manner. The layout is bright and very transparent. As soon as you enter the door, you can see a whole piece of floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.

The air is clean and fresh after the rain. Standing in front of the window, you can even see the edge of the city.The stars in the sky are like night, and the stars under your feet are the direction of home.

Unlike the room downstairs for entertaining guests, this room is full of human fireworks.

There are dozens of kinds of Chinese and Western seasonings on the kitchen counter, and the way of stacking is exactly the same as that of Mr. Dong.

There were a few literature books on the coffee table in the living room. Papa Qiu glanced at them and found that they were recommended to his son not long ago.

The piano case was open on the carpet, and several sheets of music were thrown on the guitar. Qiu Qiu had already finished some of them, and some of them were only half written.

Looking at the TV cabinet, there were Qiu Qiu's scholarship certificate from last semester, the trophies for the divisional champions, a group photo of Fu Ruien and other business celebrities, and some scattered travel souvenirs and so on.

Just looking at these little things full of life, Papa Qiu knew that this couple of lovers really lived at home.

Embarrassed, Qiu Qiu rushed to the sofa, grabbed the T-shirt he had thrown away, and hid behind the cushion with a blushing face: "I didn't have time to tidy up...the room is too messy."

Papa Qiu didn't speak, and walked around the room with his hands behind his back.He first looked at the hot peppers and zucchini growing in front of the French windows in the living room, and then walked around the other rooms.

Push open the first door, storage room.

The second door, the gym.

The third door, the guest toilet.

The fourth door, the study.

the last door...

Papa Qiu sighed, "It turns out that there is really only one bedroom in your room!"

Qiu Qiu's face: slightly red min→→→→ burst red max.

He pointed gayly at the tent in the corner of the bedroom: "No, no! Godfather sleeps on the bed, I sleep in the tent, really!"

He was telling the truth, but Papa Qiu didn't believe it at all.His son is white, tender and cute, and Fu Ruien doesn't look like he is willing to let him sleep in a tent!

Qiu's father waved his hand: "Okay, I'll tear down your broken tent in a while. Don't you like sleeping in tents? Go downstairs with Dad to sleep today!"

Master Taishan insisted on this, Fu Ruien had no choice but to follow suit.Ever since Qiu Qiu set up this tent in the bedroom, he had been looking forward to when Qiu Qiu would tear down the tent, but he never expected that "dreams come true" in this way.

Qiu Qiu and Fu Rui'en carried a part of the tent and sent them downstairs. Papa Qiu swaggered behind them like a landlord commanding a long-term worker.

When they got to the small room downstairs, Qiu Qiu and his godfather tearfully put together the tent again.

But this room is really not big. After the tent was placed in the master bedroom, it was packed to the brim. Papa Qiu was quite satisfied and thought it was quite wild.

Fu Ruien wanted to stay with them, but Father Qiu insisted on sending him away.Tonight is father and son time, the real dad stays and the fake dad makes way.

Reluctantly, Qiu Qiu sent his godfather to the elevator. In just a few steps, the two of them hooked their fingertips, and neither of them wanted to separate.

After hearing a "ding", the elevator arrived at this floor and slowly opened the door.

Fu Ruien said, "Go in, Teacher Qiu is waiting for you."

Qiu Qiu nodded, but did not move.

"He has already agreed with us, and he won't blame you."

Qiu Qiu didn't speak, and it took a long time before he gave a soft "hmm".

It was precisely because Papa Qiu would not blame him that he didn't know how to deal with it.

Fu Ruien sighed, knowing that in this battle of coming out, Qiu Qiu would bear more pressure than himself.

He opened his arms and pulled Qiu Qiupa into his arms, rubbed his furry head with one hand, and ran along his thin back with the other, so as to transfer strength to the treasure in his arms.

"Qiuqiu, the time tonight belongs only to you and your father. Thank you very much for his understanding. Let's go to Teacher Dong tomorrow, and I will be with you."

Qiu Qiu was like a little quail, buried her head in his arms, and nodded vigorously.

"I know."

Qiu Qiu raised his head, kissed Fu Ruien's chin lightly, and pushed his godfather into the elevator with all his might.

……

In the bedroom, Papa Qiu, who was wearing big underpants and an old man's vest, lay sprawled on the double bed, stretching comfortably on the mattress.

"This mattress is good. The mattress in the old house is too soft. It's better to make it harder."

Qiu Qiu poked his head out from the tent, and said obediently: "Then I'll ask my godfather what brand it is, and then we will put one in every house."

They chatted a lot in all directions, about online gossip, about music competitions, about studying, about recently published literature books, about which relatives have recently published what books...

They both knew that each other was going around in circles, but the two were cautiously turning around each other, testing each other, but neither dared to touch the core.

In the end, it was Qiu Qiu who was bolder, gritted his teeth, and summoned up the courage to ask, "Dad,...after you found out about my relationship with my godfather, why didn't you object like Mom, but accepted it directly?"

The house fell silent.

For a moment, in the dark bedroom, only the long breathing of the father and son was heard.

After a long, long time, when Qiu Qiu thought his father had fallen asleep, he finally heard the answer.

This middle-aged man with a wide heart and a fat body sighed slowly and long.

"...Who said I accepted it easily? It's just that when Dad was uncomfortable, he didn't let you see it."

Qiu Qiu, who loves to cry, burst into tears instantly.

"Son, can you grow up a little slower? Even small saplings are not as fast as you. A few years ago, you were thin and small, and you could be wrapped in a red scarf. Who would have thought that you would grow faster than you in the blink of an eye? Dad is taller and handsomer than Dad was then."

Ever since Qiu Qiu was ten years old, the father and son had never slept in the same room.For 21-year-old Qiu Qiu, ten years ago was the distant first half of his life.But for 55-year-old Papa Qiu, ten years is just a blink of an eye.

Qiu Qiu couldn't bear it any longer, and crawled out of the tent while wiping away tears: "Dad is the most handsome."

"Dad is not handsome, not as handsome as your godfather."

"No, dad is the most handsome."

Qiu Qiu crawled from the tent to the double bed, and shed tears in the pillow towel.

Qiu's father felt sour in his heart, but he laughed at him: "They are all grown men, and they are still crying."

Although he said so, he still unscrewed the bedside lamp, took a piece of paper from the cabinet and gave it to his son.

The soft yellow light reflected a small space, Qiu Qiu was sitting on the head of the bed, sobbing softly, and Qiu's father was sitting beside him, silently watching him cry.

Qiu's father has passed the age where he can cry happily. Sometimes no matter how uncomfortable he feels, the expression on his face is still spring.

...and even if it is uncomfortable, so what?

Parents are the lighthouse, not the helm.The direction that the lighthouse guides the boat is correct, but it does not mean it is the only one.

There are infinite possibilities in the vast sea area. The real life, whether it is ups and downs, whether it is rough or calm, is Qiu Qiu's own choice.

Father Qiu only hoped that his only son could sail to the other side of happiness.