Do not provoke

The air conditioner was blowing cold wind, Tang Xingbei's hair was not completely dry after taking a shower, and the cold air soaked into his skin, so he couldn't help sneezing.

He Miao next to him was still screaming in shock. He thought it was noisy, so he impatiently interrupted him by stuffing a strawberry into his mouth: "Shut up."

He Miao stopped for a moment, stared at him while chewing strawberries, holding a bowl in her hands, blushing, and finally managed to hold back a sentence: "...so he is the son of that mistress?!"

Tang Xingbei put one foot on the edge of the chair, casually picked up a strawberry from the fruit plate, carefully picked out the leaves with lowered eyes, and said after a long time: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not Xiaosan."

He paused for a moment: "I was wronged too, it was my father who cheated unilaterally."

He Miao didn't know the details of their family's situation, so she said in a dazed voice, "Then why don't you want to go back, who wants to face... um, the son of Bai Yueguang's family every day."

"Bai Yueguang?" Tang Xingbei was taken aback, raised his eyebrows, took out a tissue and wiped his hands, "This description is quite appropriate."

He Miao looked at him, a little embarrassed: "But you can't keep hiding like this, can you? That's your own home!"

Tang Xingbei put down the cup, rubbed it with his fingertips and turned it lightly, without saying a word.

"Hey, Brother Bei..."

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think of Fang Lin him?" He Miao tentatively asked.

Tang Xingbei glanced at him: "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing." He Miao backed away again, scratching his head, "Then you...you can think about it another day. You probably haven't had a good rest during this time. Go to bed first."

"Ah."

Regarding Tang Feng and his family, Tang Xingbei didn't want to tell He Miao's mother for the time being, to make her worry.

So the next day after lunch, he checked his statement with He Miao and left with a smile as if nothing had happened.

Although He Miao was worried, but being forced by his mother to do homework at home, she didn't follow her.

The weather was sweltering like a steamer. Tang Xingbei came out of the community, and was dizzy and irritable all the way from the sun.

He frowned and hid under the shade of the tree, took his mobile phone to hail a car, and went straight back to the Linhe villa area.

The gate with the iron fence wrapped in rose flowers was locked. He took out the key from his schoolbag and opened the door. With a creak, he pushed the door open and entered.

When he reached the entrance, he paused, took out his phone and checked the time, it was exactly four o'clock in the afternoon.

The screen is still stuck on the WeChat message sent by Tang Feng this morning:

[I'm going to T City on a long business trip. You and Fang Lin get along well and don't quarrel. I will reward you with 2 yuan when I get home. 】

Tang Xingbei put the phone back into his pocket without expression.

Probably because the wind was blowing a little cold, he couldn't help but sneezed, his eyes were a little dry, he rubbed them, changed his shoes and went in the door.

There was no movement in the living room, except for the humming of the refrigerator on the kitchen side.

Suddenly there was the sound of the door opening upstairs, Tang Xingbei raised his head subconsciously, and coincidentally, he met the eyes of the person by the railing, and both of them were taken aback for a moment.

But Fang Lin didn't seem too surprised by his return home, so he quickly looked back with a cold expression, turned and walked downstairs.

Tang Xingbei was inexplicably embarrassed, he stared vigilantly at the person who was approaching him step by step, and frowned.

When he went down to the last step, Fang Lin was only ten centimeters away from him, so close that he could clearly see other emotions in the other's eyes besides indifference.

Tang Xingbei blinked subconsciously, but that trace of emotion seemed to be an illusion, and disappeared in an instant.

Fang Lin had already passed him indifferently, walked to the water dispenser on the other side, and took a cup of hot water with downcast eyes.

"...is the hot water machine in your room broken?" Tang Xingbei asked subconsciously.

The other party seemed to have paused for a moment, humming.

Tang Xingbei frowned and looked at him. He didn't follow his father's wishes to have a good relationship with Fang Lin. He picked up his schoolbag, turned and went upstairs.

Fang Lin put down the glass when the door was closed upstairs, rubbed his fingertips on the mouth of the glass for a moment, and went upstairs to his room.

I haven't come back for more than two months, and the furnishings in the room are the same as when I left. Even the comics left by the bookcase are still on the previous page.

Tang Xingbei put down his schoolbag, stepped forward hesitantly and reached out to touch it, rubbing his fingertips lightly, there was a very light layer of dust.

With a face full of disgust, he took out a paper towel and wiped it for a long time, then threw it into the trash can with a bang.

There seemed to be endless dust suspended in the air, with a dull dry air, Tang Xingbei stood there for a while, before turning around for a long time, he turned around and went to the closet to search for new sheets and quilt covers.

After tossing around and tidying up, he was so hot that he was sweating all over. Only then did he realize that he had forgotten to turn on the air conditioner. He reached for the remote control from the cabinet and pressed 14 degrees.

Tang Xingbei didn't put away the remote control until he noticed the obvious air-conditioning, frowned and sat on the chair that had just been wiped three or four times, with one foot on the round bar of the swivel chair, unscrewed the milk impatiently and poured it up A few mouthfuls.

This young master has been raised richly since he was a child, and he is not willing to work. Now just changing the bed sheet and quilt cover is enough to annoy him, let alone sweeping the floor.

But this person is lazy, but he also has a slight obsession with cleanliness.

He bulged his cheeks, gulped down the milk, screwed on the lid again, frowned and glanced around at the balcony, only to realize that he forgot to close the glass door when he left and left it to dry for more than two months, no wonder there was so much dust.

After thinking for a while, he got up and went to the cabinet to take out a clean new bed sheet, shook it out with a wave of his hands, and spread it just beside the bed.

Lao Tzu is so witty.

Tang Xingbei couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The mobile phone was left on the table, and the door was forgotten, but he was too tired after staying up for many nights, and he didn't bother to get up to get it. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes for a while before falling asleep.

The noise next door finally stopped, and Fang Lin turned down the sound of his earphones, and cut a piece of light music casually.

Turning the pages of the book, bowed his head and continued to do his own problems.

The progress of the No. [-] Middle School is really fast. The second semester of the second year of senior high school is not over yet. Not only the whole course of high school is over, but even the first round of review has been completed.

Fang Lin looked at the brand-new physics selection question bank on the desk, and gently twirled the pen between his fingers, and only after he was sure he had thoroughly grasped the important and difficult points of this section, he turned the page neatly.

Fortunately, when he skipped class and climbed to the roof, he always used to bring various materials to pass the time.

But even so, after reviewing this entire chapter, the sky was already dark.

Fang Lin put down his pen, leaned back on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and pressed lightly on the bridge of his nose.

The phone on the table suddenly lit up silently.

He frowned, picked it up and looked at it, it was a WeChat message from his second uncle.

[Uncle is not bullying you because you are young, but that house was left by your great-grandfather, so it should belong to us. 】

【Besides, you are living well in the big boss's house now, and we will take care of your grandfather. It doesn't matter if you want that crappy house or not】

【Anyway, you have to come back someday!Changed the name on the real estate certificate]

Fang Lin swiped left expressionlessly and clicked delete.

I flipped down and found the message from Liu Chuan three hours ago:

【Your grandfather has settled down there】

[I will discuss with Brother Liang, I will visit you another day]

He replied casually, put away his phone, got up and opened the door.

The whole house is so big, empty, only the sensor wall lamps in the living room and corridor are brightly lit.

Fang Lin turned around and closed the door, ready to go downstairs to find something to eat.

When passing by the door of Tang Xingbei's room, his side body suddenly felt cold.

He paused, turned his face and frowned.

The light in the room was not turned on, and only a short section of light from the corridor was reflected, revealing the messy bed sheets and quilt covers in the corner, and a long strip of inexplicable laying on the floor.

Tang Xingbei only wore a pair of shorts, and slept soundly on his side.

The warm moonlight shone in through the balcony, and one could vaguely see the young man's thin and white waist, and the deep hollows of the shoulders connected with the butterfly bones.

Probably also aware of the cold, he hugged the pillow and curled up inside.

Fang Lin glanced at the temperature figure of the air conditioner, it was 14.

Neuropathy.

He commented indifferently in his heart, then turned around and went downstairs.