The little wolf dog of the actor's house

Zhuo Qingfan's expression changed: "I'm over 200 degrees, if I don't wear it during lectures, I won't be able to see clearly..."

"No!" Fu Yunyi growled firmly.

"I can't read the handouts, how can I teach my classmates?"

"Don't wear it!" While speaking, Fu Yunyi moved closer, with the tip of his nose touching the tip of his nose, the rhythm of the two's lips sticking together every minute.

Zhuo Qingfan's heart scratched for a while, he pulled his head back and said, "Speak as you speak, don't come so close to me."

"Do you understand?" Fu Yunyi repeated, "You are not allowed to wear it in class, you are not allowed to wear it when you go out, and you are not allowed to wear it when there are women!"

"Okay, okay." Zhuo Qingfan compromised, "I'll throw away these glasses, so it's okay to wear invisibility in class from now on?"

Fu Yunyi's brows and eyes relaxed, and he pressed close to the tip of the man's nose and said, "You don't need to throw it away. You can still wear it when you tell me about plays and scripts."

Zhuo Qingfan raised his hand and pushed the person away, calmed down his messy emotions and said, "Then what do you mean? Do you want me to wear it or not?"

Fu Yunyi rolled his eyes, raised his hand to put the glasses back on the man and said, "You can wear them in front of me."

Zhuo Qingfan helped the frame of the mirror, and said speechlessly: "What are you doing? Isn't it just glasses?"

Fu Yunyi stared into the man's eyes: "Your glasses are too ugly, you are my assistant now, if you wear them, you will embarrass me."

Zhuo Qingfan chuckled twice: "All right, all right, I'm ugly, can this matter come to an end, you can sleep now."

Fu Yunyi raised his eyebrows, turned around obediently and went to bed, tugged at the quilt and said, "Old man, you can wear glasses in the room from now on."

After speaking, the boy lay down, turned over, and fell asleep with his back to him.

Zhuo Qingfan raised his hand to touch his glasses in astonishment, not knowing why this commotion happened again today.

Ugh.

The young master is indeed the young master, you don't know when you have touched his sensitive and fragile nerves.

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Early the next morning, Zhuo Qingfan got up to prepare breakfast. Fu Yunyi still had a scene to shoot in the morning.

Fu Yunyi has lived abroad for seven or eight years. The breakfast is western style, very simple, fried egg sandwiches with milk, after a while in the kitchen, Zhuo Qingfan will finish it, put the rice on the plate and start shouting.

"Fu Yunyi, it's time to eat."

No one answered in the bedroom.

Zhuo Qingfan raised his hand and looked at his watch, Fu Yunyi usually wouldn't stay in bed, even if he would dawdle, he would definitely finish washing before eight o'clock in the morning and come to the dining room for dinner, what happened today.

"Fu Yunyi?" Zhuo Qingfan called out again, the bedroom was quiet, but no one responded.

The man frowned, wiped his hands with a tissue, and walked towards the bedroom.

Zhuo Qingfan pushed open the door, "Fu Yunyi, I want to eat breakfast..." The man's words stuck in his throat, he looked at the boy in a daze, and said silently for a while, "What are you doing with my glasses?"

Fu Yunyi was stunned for a moment, and quickly put his glasses behind his back, with an unhappy expression on his face: "Will you not knock when you come in?"

Zhuo Qingfan walked up to the boy: "I not only knocked, but also yelled, you didn't hear it yourself." While speaking, Zhuo Qingfan leaned down and snatched the glasses back while the boy was not paying attention.

"Hey!" Fu Yunyi raised his hand to grab it.

Zhuo Qingfan held his wrist: "Don't move."

Feeling the warm force on his wrist, the boy's eyes flickered, and his body seemed to be really frozen, motionless.

"What's going on?" Zhuo Qingfan raised his glasses to look under the light and asked, "Did you rub my glasses?"

"Who rubbed it!" Fu Yunyi's face changed, and he immediately shouted, "I didn't!"

"You didn't rub?"

"No rub!"

Zhuo Qingfan's forehead twitched, and he put the lens in front of the boy's eyes and said, "I didn't rub it to get so many fingerprints? I just wiped it with a glasses cloth last night. How could it be so dirty if you didn't rub it?"

"I didn't rub!"

"Still stubborn?" Zhuo Qingfan was speechless, "I saw it when I first came in, you rubbed my lenses with your hands."

Fu Yunyi's face turned pale, and he shook off the man's hand, rubbed his red wrist and said with a sneer, "Hehe, so what if I just rub it?"

"What are you rubbing it for?"

"I want to rub, it's just glasses, Mr. Zhuo, I didn't rub you, what are you in a hurry for?"

I didn't rub you again? ?

Zhuo Qingfan's face burned with coaxing, and he hesitated angrily: "You...why are you talking so obscenely now!"

Fu Yunyi suddenly stood up from the bed and approached the man step by step. Zhuo Qingfan kept backing away, but stopped after taking two steps. There was a wall behind him, and there was no way to go back.

"What are you doing?!" Zhuo Qingfan's body tensed up, taking first-level defensive measures, in case this child who couldn't figure out his mind would suddenly punch him again.

Fu Yunyi approached him, raised his hand to support the wall with a "snap", and locked the man tightly between his chest and the crook of his arms.

Zhuo Qingfan was stunned by this posture, isn't it the wall-dong scene that is often shown on TV?

"Teacher Zhuo." Fu Yunyi whispered close to the tip of his nose, "I'm dirty? You're almost thirty, why are you still pretending to be pure in front of me?"

Zhuo Qingfan swallowed: "I've always been pure."

"Oh." Fu Yunyi smiled lightly, raised his hand to pinch the man's chin, stared at him with hawk-like eyes, and said word by word: "Only God knows about me rubbing your glasses, you I know, if you dare to say something more to the outside world, next time I rub it... it's not just your glasses..."

Zhuo Qingfan's back is hairy, and he has such a light and careless attitude. Fu Yunyi is not scary when he yells, but the most terrifying thing is when he is quietly threatening you lightly. At this time, he is definitely a little boy. Pervert, little devil!

"I see." Zhuo Qingfan said softly, compromisingly, "I will never mention it to anyone."

Fu Yunyi's eyes darkened, he lowered his hand, loosened the restraint on the man, straightened his collar and said, "Come with me to dinner, I'm going to film in a while."

After speaking, the boy turned and walked towards the living room.