you have to talk to me

The electric stove burns very hot, and when dust falls on it and is scorched, it makes a slight "beeping" sound.

With Feng Jimeng's legs closed, the electric stove is right at his feet, and the office is small, so it's very warm inside.With his coat open, he was lying on Yang Fan's desk doing his homework, and a bag of fried peanuts was spread beside his elbow.Yang Fan stared at the computer screen, it was the end of the month, and he occasionally peeled a peanut and chewed it while reconciling the accounts.

It's possible that grandma stayed in the hospital for a week with pneumonia last time. The environment is familiar because she didn't make much noise, and she was cured and discharged safely.The weather was getting colder because she was still in good spirits, but Yang Fan was afraid that she would catch a cold again, so he asked Feng Wenhui to try not to let her go out.

Recently, Feng Jimeng was finally relieved that Su Minglang seemed to abide by the agreement and never contacted Yang Fan again.He observed Yang Fan's state, wondering if he was unhappy because of it, but he couldn't see anything.

At the same time, Su Minglang seems to have suddenly changed his nature, and he no longer talks to him or asks for things so frequently.Feng Jimeng was so relieved that he returned to his previous state, pestering Yang Fan leisurely—squatting on the road after playing, he went to the shop to do his homework when he was not playing, and stayed at his house on weekends like a An annoying puppy who wags its tail at its owner and also watches over him and barks at anyone who wants to get close.

The stove was so hot that Feng Jimeng's face was red. He lowered his head but lifted his eyelids to peek at Yang Fan with eyes covered by long eyelashes.

The white light of the computer screen was reflected on Yang Fan's face, his fingers were pointing the mouse regularly, his brows were furrowed and then loosened, his lips parted and closed, and he muttered very seriously.Feng Jimeng lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, tilted his knee under the table, and gently pushed Yang Fan's knee.

Whether Yang Fanxi likes him or not doesn't seem to be so important, as long as he has these moments, they are small and sweet, although they are small, but enough, even if they disappear soon, there will be new ones soon.He can meet Yang Fan every day on the court, on the way home, in this small office, at Yang Fan's house... He has found that as long as he doesn't overdo it, he doesn't want to get it so urgently. What is Yang Fan will not be angry with him or treat him badly, so he also maintains this tacit distance, but sometimes, he can't help but cross the line a little bit.

"Feng Jimeng." Yang Fan called him.

Feng Jimeng was distracted because he was suddenly frightened, he quickly shrank his legs, and blinked twice in a panic, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you, do your homework? You're distracted again."

"Not distracted." Feng Jimeng looked down at her English weekly newspaper.

"Didn't you get distracted and call you to scare you like this?" Yang Fan stood up and took the key from the wall, "You pack up and go back, because I'm going to close the door."

Feng Jimeng glanced at the time, it was not yet seven o'clock.

"So early."

"It's cold and no one is driving it." Yang Fan kicked his chair and said, "It's awkward."

Feng Jimeng didn't want to leave.

"Let me do my homework for a while."

Yang Fan turned around suddenly to expose him ruthlessly, "Do you really think doing homework here can help you improve your grades?"

"The rankings have come down in the half term. How many exams have you taken?"

Feng Jimeng's face was wooden, but he was actually a little embarrassed.

"Over a thousand."

There are a total of 300 high school sophomore science students in Hongzhong, and there are more than [-] liberal arts students, each with their own ranking.In the past, Feng Jimeng was always in the bottom ten, except for most of them who didn't know how to do it, and he didn't bother to write about it.This time, at any rate, I failed in Chinese and English, but I failed in Chinese, and I got [-] in English, but the total sum was only [-] points.

Feng Jimeng felt ashamed when he reported the results for the first time, but he bit the bullet and made up for it, "It's a little better than before."

Yang Fan glanced at him, "Your requirements for progress are really low." After speaking, he went out.

Yang Fan went to urge other workers who were still working to tell them to leave work after finishing their get off work.The employees who had been tired all day seemed to be refreshed again, obviously very happy, but complaining that Boss Yang closed the store so early, no, they didn’t want to pay wages.

Yang Fan didn't care about Feng Jimeng's studies, so as a teacher who didn't have much to do, he could click on everything.But he would rather walk around with his neck curled up in front of a few doors with the cool wind blowing, and he didn't go back to the office.

It was warm in that small room, yes, but the atmosphere was too overwhelming.Yang Fan could see Feng Jimeng's tiny movements and eyes. Every inch of him approached, every time he lowered his eyes and raised his eyes, and every bit of blushing expressed the boy's first heartbeat.Obviously so clean and innocent, but putting it on Yang Fan, an "old" man, would only make this "old" man feel ashamed and unable to even face him.

When Feng Jimeng came out of the house with a satchel on his back, he met Yang Fan who was pacing.

"I am leaving."

"Let's go, it's cold, we should go home early."

"Well, then I'm leaving."

"I heard...you come here first." Feng Jimeng stepped over in two steps, and Yang Fan took out a hot roasted sweet potato from his arms and stuffed it for him, "Okay, let's go home quickly."

Yang Fan often invites him and the people in the shop to eat roasted sweet potatoes. At first, Feng Jimeng thought that Yang Fan especially liked it, but later he found out that the old man who sells roasted sweet potatoes came here every time he sold them out and called it a day. The tacit understanding between the two is that Feng Ji is cute, and they really like to eat.

After dismissing Feng Jimeng, the shop was closed and Yang Fan was walking home.Passing through that alley, he suddenly received a call from Su Minglang.

"Good evening, Brother Yang, is it convenient to call?"

"It's convenient, is there something wrong?"

Su Minglang hasn't contacted him for a while.In the few days after the birthday, I kept in touch with each other more frequently, and I probably couldn't tell the other party's shortcomings after chatting, but it just didn't feel right.Qin Xuan came to ask about the progress several times very responsibly. Yang Fan told Qin Xuan that the two were not suitable, and then Qin Xuan talked about him for a while.

"No, it's important to just chat casually. By the way, are you planning to invest in the project mentioned last time? It's about to end soon."

Well, one of Su Minglang's bank's products has a high yield and is in short supply. It is sold out as soon as it comes out, and only he still has some internal shares.Once in a chat, Su Minglang casually asked Yang Fan if he was interested.But Yang Fan's store and grandma's situation must ensure that they have cash in hand. Besides, Yang Fan makes a good income, but the expenses are also high, and the little money in hand is not enough for financial management.

"I'll forget it. There's been a lot of things at home recently. It's next time. Thank you."

"It's okay, I will recommend it to you next time if there is a good one."

The two were silent for a few seconds, Yang Fan was about to exchange pleasantries, but when Su Minglang cleared his throat, he changed his tone.

"Brother Yang, there is something else I want to trouble you for."

"You said."

"Hey, that's Feng Jimeng... Feng Jimeng gave me a lot of things, and I can't refuse them in person, so I have to return those things. I'll give you the money, and you can help me return it to him. "

Yang Fan had already walked downstairs to his house, and when he heard this, he immediately felt that something was wrong.He was not in a hurry to go upstairs, but sat down in the pavilion of the community and asked Su Minglang, "Why did he give you something?"

Su Minglang hesitated and seemed a bit embarrassed to say, "He's chasing me."

"He's chasing you?" It was unbelievable that Yang Fan raised his tone.

"Well, that's what was added to k that time. I think he, your brother is too young, so it's hard to say something. You help me return the money for the things, and also help me tell him not to do it again. That's it."

No, although it is temporarily unclear what is wrong, Yang Fan has an intuition that Su Minglang is talking nonsense.How could Feng Jimeng take the initiative to chase him? It's impossible to chase someone with Feng Jimeng's personality when they meet for the first time.

"How much did he give you?"

"A dozen or 20. It seems that his family is very rich, but he has no idea about money. He sent some luxury bags, clothes, etc. I can't afford them. I didn't touch them, so I returned them all." .”

Yang Fan's voice suddenly turned cold

"Su Minglang, please keep the fuck away from Feng Jimeng."

"In addition, if you send me the details of the things, I will give you a card number later, and you will put the money on the card." Yang Fan said forcefully, "I don't care whether you have a good relationship with Qin Xuan or not, whoever has a good relationship is better." For the money, don’t blame me for turning my face and denying people.”

The other end of the phone suddenly sneered, "You don't have to threaten me like that. I want it. If you don't want to pay back the money, why should I call you?"

"I don't care what you have in mind, but if you want to provoke Feng Jimeng again, I will really be rude to you."

Like over there, I thought it was very interesting, but it turned into a sloppy tone, like laughing, "How can you be sure, did I provoke him, did he provoke me?"

Seeing that Yang couldn't answer right away, he said again, "You're so nervous because you don't have a pure heart for him, right? It's because you fell in love with him and paid back the money, huh?"

"Look at your uncle!!"

Yang Fan hung up the phone angrily, but his chest was still together, and it was him, causing trouble.

Feng Jimeng, the people he met through him came into contact with their group.There are people in the small circle that Yang Fan is familiar with, and there are those who are not so familiar. Generally speaking, their character is not bad, but no one can guarantee that the other party will be a good person.If anyone really came into contact with Feng Jimeng, it doesn't matter if something went wrong, whether it's his person or his money, Yang Fan can't get rid of it.

And this Su Minglang, from the previous contacts, thought that he was okay, although some places were a bit awkward.Today, Yang Fan finally knew where the awkwardness came from. It's not a good thing, it's just talking nonsense, but Feng Jimeng didn't at all, he said that he was using money to show his favor by giving luxury goods like that.

Yang Fan first thought of the jigsaw puzzle and cufflinks in the drawer of the bedside table as good things for Su Minglang, and affirmed his conclusion.

But he soon remembered the watch that Feng Jimeng planned to give him in the car that day.

... No, but I have to ask this little brat about it.