The little wolf dog of the actor's house

Zhuo Qingfan hummed: "Just admit it, I hope you won't do this kind of thing again in the future."

Li Yi'an almost couldn't hold it back, and spat out a mouthful of old blood: "Okay, okay... I won't argue with you anymore, I'm afraid that you will be mad at me, it's all my fault, okay?"

"As long as you know it." Zhuo Qingfan said with dark eyes, "Director Li, liking men is not something to be ashamed of, but Xiao Yi is only an adult now, and his gender awareness is still relatively shallow. I don't want him to be influenced by you, and I don't want you to take him into the ditch."

Li Yi'an was so angry that he didn't want to talk anymore, so he could only keep nodding his head and said, "Okay, okay, are you finished? Can I hang up?"

Zhuo Qingfan looked serious: "Director Li, I am Fu Yunyi's teacher and assistant now, and I have to be responsible to him. If I see you instigating him again in the future, don't blame me for turning my face against others."

"Okay, Mr. Zhuo, I'll make a note."

"That's it, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, okay." Li Yi'an hung up the phone in a hurry.

He was really afraid that if he continued to talk, he would fart in anger.

Zhuo Qingfan went to the kitchen after making the phone call, it was already very late, Fu Yunyi had been busy at Fu Wanlin's place all day, and he didn't know how much he had been wronged by that old thing, he should get him some supper.

Zhuo Qingfan was busy in the kitchen, and Fu Yunyi was busy in the bedroom.

Tomorrow morning he will go to the company to formally hand over his position. Although he is confident, he is still an "airborne army" in the end, and he is still so young. Some old employees in the company may not trust him. What he has to do now, It is to sort out the information and fight every battle that follows.

While sorting out the data, when searching for professional data terms on the web, a historical search record suddenly popped into my eyes.

Fu Yunyi's finger sliding the mouse paused.

After a moment of silence, he moved the mouse and clicked on all web page history search records within 24 hours.

History unfolds one by one.

"A close friend is celebrating his birthday, what gift should I give?"

"A little star who doesn't lack everything for his birthday, what kind of gift should he give?"

"What kind of birthday gift will appear more sincere?"

"Top [-] Classic Birthday Gifts?"

"Is perfume an appropriate birthday present?"

"..."

Fu Yunyi browsed one by one, the records were five or six hours ago, he didn't search for them, obviously, someone else had accessed his computer.

And the only person who was able to enter and leave his room, and who knew the password to turn on his computer, was Zhuo Qingfan.

Zhuo Qingfan used his computer and searched for these things.

Is he... do you want to celebrate his birthday?

July 31, next Tuesday, is his birthday.

So...does Zhuo Qingfan still remember?

The boy's eyes were slightly hot, and he stared at the browsing records without blinking, his eyes were full of tenderness and depth that he didn't know.

He thought Zhuo Qingfan had forgotten it long ago. After all, it had been eight years, and the two of them had been separated for eight years.

In eight years, who would remember a less important date?

In the eight years abroad, every birthday, he would hold his mobile phone all day long.

He was apprehensive, looking forward, his number hadn't changed, he was looking forward to Zhuo Qingfan calling him, saying happy birthday to him, or, even if he didn't call, he could send a text message, like Say it the same way as before, Xiaoyi is one year older, happy birthday, just a text message, let him know that he has not forgotten him, and he will be very satisfied.

But no.

Zhuo Qingfan never sent it once. For eight years, from the day he left the Zhuo family, Zhuo Qingfan never contacted him again.

He seemed to have completely forgotten him.

Fu Yunyi let out a long breath, staring at the four words "birthday gift", feeling an unprecedented sourness in his heart.

It turned out that he was the one who misunderstood, and he hadn't forgotten it. Zhuo Qingfan remembered his birthday.

His brother, remember his birthday.

"Would you like something to eat?" Zhuo Qingfan knocked on the door suddenly, and walked in with a plate of dumplings.

Fu Yunyi quickly calmed down and closed the webpage.

Zhuo Qingfan put the dumplings on the tea table, sat next to the boy and said, "It's been a busy day, so go to bed after having some supper, or you'll feel uncomfortable with an empty stomach."

Fu Yunyi rolled his eyes, and unconsciously slid his finger on the mouse and asked softly, "You... have you touched my computer today?"

"Huh?" Zhuo Qingfan was stunned for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he reacted, "Oh, something happened, my laptop suddenly couldn't open, I want to check something, and seeing your computer is nearby, I will use gone."

Fu Yunyi nodded, and the corners of his mouth curled into an imperceptible arc.

"Didn't you mess anything up?" Zhuo Qingfan glanced at the computer desktop and said, "I didn't dare to touch those folders of yours, so I opened Google search and looked up something."

"It's okay." Fu Yunyi closed the computer and said softly, "I know you won't touch it."

Zhuo Qingfan nodded, pushed the plate on the coffee table to the boy's side and said, "Hurry up and eat a few dumplings, these are made by Aunt Liu herself, they are delicious, they will be cold in a while."

Fu Yunyi picked up the chopsticks, picked up a dumpling slowly, took a small bite very reservedly, and then put it back, the movements were graceful and decent, very pleasing to the eye.

Zhuo Qingfan watched anxiously, his forehead twitched slightly and said, "Are you a bird pecking at food?"

Fu Yunyi wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin: "You can't eat too much at night, you will get fat."

Zhuo Qingfan's heart was sour, and he murmured: "You are so young, why are you so strict with yourself?"

"Teacher Zhuo." The boy suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkling and said, "I really want a set of building blocks."

Zhuo Qingfan was stunned: "What?"

"Building blocks." Fu Yunyi repeated again, raising his hand and gesticulating, "It's the kind of building blocks you always brought me to build when you were young, and you built a big house with fences, walls, and villains. "

Zhuo Qingfan frowned: "What are you talking about?"