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After sitting in the car, Fang Zizhou was still a little unresponsive, always feeling a little unreal.

Logically speaking, it would take at least half a month for Lifeng to arrange everything, plus Fang Baoxuan's various obstructions, it would take at least a month, and it's only been a week. Why did the Fang family come here? people?

It's just that although he had doubts, the idea disappeared after only a circle in his mind. It would be beneficial and harmless for him to go back to Fang's house quickly, so he had to hurry up.

Accompanied by the opening of the magnificent modern European-style iron gates of the Fang family villa, rows of black cars slowly drove into the Fang family villa compound covering an area of ​​a thousand acres.

Fang Yunmo, who was reading documents on the sofa in the living room, heard the sound outside the door, and his eyebrows frowned slightly, and then slowly relaxed.

It was because Fang Yunmo fell ill last night, during which Li Feng was seriously injured in order to protect him. When Fang Yunmo, who knew the situation today, went to the hospital to visit someone, he proposed that he would grant him a request, and then Li Feng made his own request.

'Please fifth master to bring back Master Zizhou. '

Although Fang Yunmo didn't like this son, but he had already spoken his words and made Li Feng's request. If he didn't like it, he had to bring him back. He immediately ordered people to bring Fang Zizhou back, and this morning's scene happened.

As soon as he got out of the car, Fang Zizhou was led into the living room by the leading bodyguards. As he walked, Fang Zizhou looked like a good baby with his head hanging down, but he was thinking quickly in his calm mind. Meet the scumbag.

The bodyguard stood still and said respectfully: "Fifth Master, the young master has brought you back."

Fang Yunmo slowly shifted his gaze from the document in his hand to the boy beside the bodyguard.

delicate.

This was the only thought that popped up in Fang Yunmo's mind at this moment, because the other party's head was bowed, Fang Yunmo could only see the part of the young man from below Qiong's nose, and his fair complexion was somewhat sickly.

Fang Yunmo frowned, "Raise your head."

Fang Zizhou rolled his eyes in his heart, and after adjusting his expression of Xiaobaicai, he slowly raised his head, his eyes moved all the way to the man sitting on the sofa, with long straight legs, a muscular figure, cold...

The second his eyes touched the man's facial features, Fang Zizhou raised his head abruptly.

The cold and hard facial features carved out of stone, thick eyebrows, straight nose, and thin lips.

Looking at the man sitting on the sofa with frowning eyebrows, Fang Zizhou's eyes were filled with endless shock, this... this face.

【Master, this face is exactly the same as Xuan Ye's. Xuan Ye has become your real father. It's really... congratulations. 】

Fang Yunmo saw the young man opposite him suddenly widen his eyes in shock, and there were countless disbeliefs in his eyes.

Looking at the boy's eyes that were as clear as a cold pool, something flashed in Fang Yunmo's mind.

Those eyes... so familiar.

"We met before..."

"Dad, the baby hurts so much, it hurts so much."

Suddenly, a familiar voice not far away interrupted Fang Yunmo's unfinished words. Fang Yunmo turned his head and found that Fang Baoxuan was wearing pajamas, with a thick gauze wrapped around his neck, standing barefoot not far away, with wet eyes. With tears hanging down, she was reaching out to him.

"Why did you come down without wearing shoes?" Fang Yunmo put the half-seen document in his hand on the coffee table, got up and walked to Fang Baoxuan's side, hugging him habitually.

Although Fang Baoxuan's three souls were scared away by the scene last night, he dared not not get close to Fang Yunmo, especially now that Fang Zizhou had been brought back to Fang's house.

Fang Baoxuan tightly grabbed Fang Yunmo's clothes and cried, "Baby thinks daddy is gone, it hurts so much, baby's arm hurts so much."

Holding the crying man in his arms, Fang Yunmo tilted his head and ordered, "Notify the doctor to come and show the young master the wound." After speaking, he ignored anyone and carried him upstairs.

Fang Baoxuan nestled in Fang Yunmo's arms, looking sideways at Fang Zizhou who was standing alone in the living room, with a triumphant arc on his lips.

Qilin looked at the people who were going to the second floor, and said weakly: [Master, Xuan Ye seems to have taken the little bitch you mentioned... away. 】

Fang Zizhou sneered and said: [Oh, he is definitely not Xuan Ye! ! ! 】

Knowing that Fang Yunmo suffered from a headache just yesterday, and would not suffer from it again in the near future, Fang Baoxuan, who had no worries, started crying again.

"Dad, the baby hurts so much, it hurts."

Fang Baoxuan, who was lying on the bed, cried out in pain, while desperately tugging on Fang Yunmo's clothes, trying to prevent him from leaving her side to see Fang Zizhou.

Seeing people in pain, Fang Yunmo kept crying, coaxing, persuading, and comforting, but Fang Baoxuan just kept crying out for pain, and tears rolled down like they didn't want money.

I don't know why, the crying that used to only make him feel so distressed, but it would get into the ear, but it made Fang Yun indifferent and not very annoying.

Really want... really want... really want to strangle him!

Fang Yunmo's heart tightened, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, what happened to him?How could there be such an idea of ​​wanting to hurt the baby?

But before Fang Yunmo could figure out what was going on, louder cries scrambled into his mind, and that feeling of irritability reappeared.

Fang Yunmo, who felt his head was going to explode, brushed all the medical equipment on the cabinet to the ground and yelled at the doctor.

"You quack doctor, what happened to the young master's injury?"

Nothing happened to him.

The doctor felt wronged and wanted to cry, but he couldn't say this, so he could only respectfully say with his head drooping in cold sweat: "Recently, young master's injury may be treated with medicine, and it is in the stage of healing and improvement, so It will hurt (itch) a bit."

Fang Yunmo, whose head was about to explode from the sound of crying, just wanted to leave the room quickly, otherwise he always felt that he might not be able to bear it in the next second, and stretched out his hand to strangle the crying person to death, but Fang Baoxuan She kept tugging at the corner of his clothes, not letting him go.

Pressing on the pulsating temples, Fang Yunmo roared angrily: "Then think of a way."

Find a way to shut him up!

Looking at the person on the bed, the doctor who understood Fang Yunmo's unfinished words in seconds immediately whispered a few words into the assistant's ear, then mixed sleeping pills with some vitamin pills to speed up healing, and fed Fang Baoxuan.

Finally, the world is quiet.

Noticing that Fang Zizhou had finally calmed down, he took out the cotton ball in his ear and threw it into the trash can in the room.

As expected of Fang Yunmo, living in such a dire and fiery environment is not crazy, I admire him.

Because Fang Yunmo's entire heart was taken away by Fang Baoxuan, Fang Zizhou, who was left alone in the living room, was led by the servants to the room that was hastily cleaned up this morning. For one thing, Fang Zizhou was dissatisfied.

It's too close to Fang Baoxuan's room, next door.

When Fang Yunmo came out of Fang Baoxuan's room, it was several hours later. At this time, the scene was getting dark, and it happened to be dinner time.

At the dinner table, as usual, there were two people, except that Fang Baoxuan was replaced by Fang Zizhou.

It was not until the servant knocked on the door and informed that it was time for dinner that Fang Zizhou realized that since he woke up this morning, he hadn’t even eaten a single grain of rice. I am so hungry that I want to stick my chest to my back.

Fang Zizhou, who did not receive Fang Baoxuan's level of treatment, sat at the dining table obediently like a good baby, waiting for the food to be served without saying a word or making a fuss.

This is what Fang Yunmo saw when he first came to the dining table.

Under the light halo, the young man sat upright on the dining chair. Although his exquisite facial features showed no expression at all, through those eyes shining with tiny stars, one could see the implicit expectation in his heart.

Fang Yunmo's mind that was about to explode due to Fang Baoxuan's noise all day long felt a coolness hit him. At this moment, all the irritability and impatience in his heart calmed down.

Go to the table and sit down, and finally a servant brings dishes to the table.

Stir-fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots, steamed small bamboo shoots with powder, roasted duck with mushrooms and bamboo shoots, chicken with bamboo shoots in wine tank...

With the plate of bamboo shoots on the table, Fang Zizhou's expression is like this

(⊙o⊙)!

After the last soup was served, the lid was lifted and found to be still bamboo shoots, Fang Zizhou’s expression was like this

=. =

So, how much do Fang Yunmo and Fang Baoxuan like to eat bamboo shoots? A table is full of bamboo shoots, do they belong to pandas?

Unaware that Fang Baoxuan is already Fang Zizhou who has a bloody feud with bamboo shoots, she calmly picks up chopsticks to eat.

He picked up the dish closest to him with chopsticks and put it in the bowl, then picked a slender bamboo shoot and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.

Chewing and chewing, Fang Zizhou suddenly thought of the scene in the small world in the past, as soon as he appeared, Xuan Ye would find him immediately, and make soup for himself washing his hands like a day without wind and rain.

Sometimes he wears comfortable home clothes, sometimes he wears rigid formal clothes. Anyway, no matter what, the man will wear the family's floral apron in front of him, and his serious expression is funny and funny.

Every time he likes to sit in the living room with his chin propped up, watching the figure of the other party busy in the kitchen, but his heart is full of sweet honey.

One time, since he said that he loves to eat bamboo shoots, that person always loves to cook this dish, but he knows that he is a picky eater and worried that he will get tired of eating, so he always cooks different tastes for himself in different ways, and then sees After he ate a full bowl of rice, a satisfied smile appeared in his eyes.

In fact, from the very beginning, what he liked was not bamboo shoots, but because of his one action, one sentence, he gave 100% action, and all his subtleties were engraved in his heart.

What he likes is that person, not the dish called bamboo shoots.

Snapped--

Crystal clear teardrops rolled uncontrollably from the sockets into the bowl, but were swallowed by Fang Zizhou mixed with the tasteless rice.

Xuan Ye, you bastard must know this right, otherwise why would you make this dish every time you cook.

For some reason, Fang Yunmo's gaze always drifts uncontrollably towards the people around him. In his heart, there is an urge to pick up food for him and tell people not to be picky eaters.

But the words were finally swallowed by him.

There is only one baby, what's wrong with me?

Just when he was thinking about this question, he suddenly noticed a drop of crystal drop on the young man's drooping face.

Uncontrollable, Fang Yunmo's heart twitched, and it hurt a little.

Almost without thinking about a sentence, Fang Yunmo just blurted it out.

"What, is the food not to your liking? I'll make whatever you want."