The little wolf dog of the actor's house

"I like this water gun very much, brother, did you buy it in the toy store next to our house?"

Fu Yunyi pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

Zhuo Qingfan patted the child's head and said, "Quickly say thank you to brother."

Qiao Xiaonan took a big step forward excitedly, approached Fu Yunyi and said, "Thank you brother."

Fu Yunyi took a step back, there was still repulsion in his eyes, but he was suppressing it as much as possible.

Zhuo Qingfan glanced at him, looked down at Qiao Xiaonan and said, "Xiaonan, now you have a toy water gun, go upstairs and finish your homework first, and then you can play with the water gun after you finish your homework."

"Ah?" The child wrinkled his nose, turned his head to look at Fu Yunyi and said, "But... I still want to play with my brother."

Zhuo Qingfan's eyebrows twitched: "Brother is not feeling well, he is already tired from buying toys, don't disturb him, and go upstairs to do homework first."

Qiao Xiaonan glanced at the water gun in his hand, then at Fu Yunyi, and finally pouted and said: "Okay, brother, rest first, I will do my homework."

Zhuo Qingfan breathed a sigh of relief: "Good boy, let's go."

Qiao Xiaonan hummed, and when he turned around to go upstairs, he suddenly looked up at Fu Yunyi and said, "Brother, what's your name? You haven't told me yet."

Fu Yunyi lowered his eyes and did not speak.

There was an awkward silence in the air.

The child stood there waiting with a water gun in his arms, Zhuo Qingfan saw that the atmosphere was not right, and quickly said: "Stop making trouble, brother is very tired, go upstairs and do your homework."

Qiao Xiaonan lowered his head regretfully, pursed his lips and said, "Okay then."

After finishing speaking, holding the water gun, he walked up the steps on his short legs. He had just stepped up two steps when a deep voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Fu Yunyi, my name is Fu Yunyi."

Qiao Xiaonan paused for a moment, turned around in surprise after regaining consciousness, grinned and said, "I know, brother, my name is Qiao Xiaonan."

Fu Yunyi nodded almost invisibly, and hummed.

Qiao Xiaonan turned around contentedly, and ran upstairs happily.

Seeing the child disappear behind the door, Zhuo Qingfan walked up to Fu Yunyi's side, raised his hand to touch the back of the boy's hand, and said in a very low voice: "Xiao Yi, you have been wronged."

How come he wasn't wronged? According to his temperament, after making such a big fuss and saying such harsh words, he actually came back with shame, bought toys for the children, and put down his airs to coax Qiao Xiaonan. This kind of backing down , is already the limit for him.

Fu Yunyi ignored him, and walked straight to the next bedroom.

Zhuo Qingfan hurriedly followed.

Fu Yunyi opened the door and walked in. The bedroom was very large, and the decoration looked high-end, and the furniture and furnishings had a sense of design.

Zhuo Qingfan was actually a rich man. In the few years after his mother passed away, he had been acting in order to raise his children and make money. Not to mention that the salary of a teacher is not low now. He has saved a lot of money. It may not be possible to be extravagant, but it is enough for him to spend his whole life.

The boy stood and inspected the bedroom. The room was minimalist, with black and white grids, and few things. There was only a bed, a bookshelf, and not even a TV.

There are photos on the wall, mostly of the child, from when he was a baby, when he was one year old, when he was two years old, and now.

Fu Yunyi glanced at the bed.

Big, double bed, but only one pillow.

Fu Yunyi walked over, touched the pillow, and asked softly, "When did you move here?"

"Oh." Zhuo Qingfan came back to his senses and said softly, "I only lived here two years ago. I used to live in the north of the city, but the house there was far away from Qiao Xiaonan School. In order to make it easier for the children to go to school, I bought one here. house."

Fu Yunyi lifted the pillow and saw a hair, half short but not long, and asked if it was a man's or a woman's.

The boy pinched his hair, rubbed it twice and asked, "Where's Qiao Xiaonan's mother?"

Zhuo Qingfan was startled: "Xiao Nan's mother?"

"Yes." Fu Yunyi flicked his hair to the ground. The hair was a little soft, but the roots were hard. This was Zhuo Qingfan's hair.

"Isn't that child's mother living with you?"

"His mother is gone."

The boy raised his head: "Where did you go?"

"She passed away." Zhuo Qingfan said calmly, "She died of dystocia when she gave birth to Qiao Xiaonan."

He remembered that when Qiao Xiaonan's mother was pregnant, she was already 45 years old, and she was considered an older woman. At that time, Qiao Yuxin persuaded her mother more than once to give up the child, but when she was old, no mother would be willing to kill this sudden life, so She insisted on giving birth, but after the baby was born, she bleeds heavily and died.

Fu Yunyi frowned: "So you let Qiao Xiaonan take his mother's last name?"

"Ah?" Zhuo Qingfan was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what it meant, he smiled wryly and said, "Well, his mother worked so hard, so he should be given his mother's surname."

Although Fu Yunyi misunderstood, but there were too many things in between, Zhuo Qingfan didn't want to explain too much.

Moreover, he didn't want to mention Qiao Xiaonan's life experience again.

This child is already suffering, if he knows that he is not his own, his father, mother, sister and the whole family have actually passed away.

This is too cruel, Qiao Xiaonan is still so young, he doesn't want him to face this fact so early.

So, the less people know about this fact, the better.

Fu Yunyi suddenly turned around and sat down by the bed, raised his hand to test the softness of the mattress and said, "Mr. Zhuo, come and have a look."

"Huh?" Zhuo Qingfan was stunned and walked over.

But as soon as he reached the bedside, his wrist was tightened, and he was suddenly pulled onto the bed, and then rolled over and pressed under him.

"Hey!" Zhuo Qingfan struggled, "What are you doing!"

Both of his hands were held by Fu Yunyi, and they were pressed firmly on both sides of the bed.

Once again, Zhuo Qingfan was clearly aware of the disparity in strength between him and Fu Yunyi.

This man is really playing tricks, those two hands are like iron pincers, as long as he wants to grab you, he won't be able to shake you at all.

"Mr. Zhuo." Fu Yunyi lowered his head, rubbed the tip of the man's nose and asked softly, "When did you get married?"