What's wrong with rapper being 0!

Yang Fengyu waited with his mobile phone in his arms, and within 2 minutes he received a long voice, which he decisively converted into text:

[Little bastard, you don’t even want to come to his reception banquet, so what’s his name?I really should have asked Xiao Qin to discipline you earlier, why don't you look straight every day? ]

Shit, just asking for a name can teach him a lesson.

[Yeah: Who is he?Why does he care about me?Why should I listen to him? ]

"How is it?" Seeing his uneasy expression, Tian Yuyang asked tentatively, "Is he alone?"

There was another long voice. Yang Fengyu sighed and opened it. Yang Wei's sullen voice came from the microphone: "I sent him to take care of you! You are my son! Yang Fengyu, you'd better be honest with me. Be obedient and learn from Xiao Qin, who is young and manages the company for Old Qin while going to work, how about you? Don’t do a good thing all day long."

"Fuck," Yang Fengyu turned on the voice and cursed back, "Can't you take care of your company yourself? You want to retire at a young age? Your son and I are still young, and I am always persuading me to stop chasing my mother's dreams. Didn’t you have a dream when you were young!!”

Tian Yuyang, who was on the side, was dumbfounded. After seeing Yang Fengyu's output, he used a backhand to block, grabbed the phone and walked into the house.

"Coconut, you're okay..."

He was answered by a slamming door.

There was no light in the room, and Yang Fengyu's expression could not be seen.

The next second, there was a bang, as if something had hit the furniture, and Tian Yuyang hurriedly shouted: "Coconut, take it easy, the furniture belongs to the landlord!!"

Yang Feng smiled in a tone, his eyes flushed in the darkness.

When he came in, he kicked the small cabinet by the door based on his impression, but he misjudged the height of the cabinet, and the cabinet made a loud noise, and immediately there was a sharp pain in his calf bone.

Even without looking, I know it must be swollen.

But Yang Fengyu didn't want to worry about it, and fell on his back on the bed, covering his sore eyes with his arms.

After a long time, a soft whisper came out of the quiet room:

"His son, he doesn't care about it himself, he needs others to take care of him."

"Why?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fengyu's phone screen suddenly lit up, illuminating the small room.

He touched it and saw that it was Qin Fangcong who sent him a message. Yang Fengyu sniffed, and his mood suddenly eased a little.

[. : The class has been adjusted, come tomorrow morning. ]

Originally, Qin Fangcong's second class was on Friday. He made an appointment to teach Yang Fengyu on Friday morning. Yang Fengyu just wanted to reply when he sent another message:

[. : I'll pick you up, old place. ]

Yang Fengyu pressed the voice button, sniffed a little jerky, and was about to say that he didn't need to trouble him to pick it up, when he received another message.

[. : What time does it start? ]

Yang Fengyu changed his voice, followed Qin Fangcong's last words and said: "□□ point."

After I sent it, I felt that it was not very good. Just as I was about to send a sentence that he can go by himself, another message popped up on the screen.

[. :Um. ]

[. : Go to bed early, good night. ]

Yang Fengyu blinked and wiped the moist corners of his eyes.

There was a sudden pain in the calf, which hadn't felt much just now.

Sure enough, Yang Fengyu thought, a crying child cannot be coaxed.

At 08:30 the next day, Tian Yuyang stepped out of the house at the speed of life and death. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Qin Fangcong standing by the door. Hello Qin, Teacher Qin."

Qin Fangcong also just arrived, and he didn't change his face when he saw Tian Yuyang, "Is Yang Fengyu up?"

"Get up, get up," Tian Yuyang turned his head, howled into the door, and accidentally saw the watch on the wall, "Mr. Qin, I'm going to leave if I don't, I'm going to be late!"

Said and ran away.

Qin Fangcong stood there without moving, and didn't even look back at Tian Yuyang.

After a while, a head poked out from the doorway. His unopened eyes were a little swollen, and with a toothbrush in his mouth, he mumbled to Qin Fangcong, "Good morning."

Qin Fangcong walked over helplessly, "Open your eyes before you speak."

Yang Fengyu rubbed his sore eyes, barely opened them, and saw Qin Fangcong's clothes today, his eyes widened instantly, and his head became clearer.

He didn't wear a suit today, and he didn't even comb his bangs up. The thin bangs hung on his forehead, and he didn't look so alienated.Wearing a black sweater with a hood that is not so slim, slacks and sneakers underneath.

A steaming plastic bag was hooked on the slender index finger, and he rolled up the cuff, revealing a small line like a tattoo.

Grass, looks like the handsome guy next door in the novel.

Yang Fengyu wanted to speak, but suddenly swallowed a small mouthful of toothpaste foam. Only then did he realize that he still had his toothbrush in his mouth, so he motioned for Qin Fangcong to come in, while he limped into the bathroom, "You go first..."

Yesterday's knock was not dealt with in time, and Yang Fengyu almost knelt down when he came together this morning.

Yang Fengyu raised his swollen leg and was about to jump out when he turned around and ran into Qin Fangcong, who was staring down at his calf: "What's wrong with your leg?"

"The power went out yesterday, and I accidentally...knocked on it." Yang Fengyu thought it was a bit childish to vent his anger on the cabinet, so he didn't have the nerve to tell the truth.

"Aren't you going to move?" Qin Fangcong held Yang Fengyu's elbow, half-supporting and half-embracing him, and brought him to the dining table.

This house is really...

"I haven't found a suitable one yet," Yang Fengyu sighed, "I often work irregularly and noisy, so it's hard to find a roommate."

Qin Fangcong thought of his loft room, and felt a little abrupt, so he said, "If you can't find it, come to me."

"Oh." Yang Fengyu didn't ask further, his eyes were attracted by the steaming steamed buns on the table, "Puppy buns again?"

"Ah."

"You..." Yang Fengyu originally wanted to ask him how he knew, but after thinking about it, it was impossible for him to know, it should be just a coincidence.

"Thank you."

"Is there any medicine?" Qin Fangcong asked. Seeing Yang Fengyu shaking his head, he sighed softly and lowered his hair.

"Thank you." Yang Fengyu repeated.

Qin Fangcong pressed send and looked up, noticing that Yang Fengyu's eyes were red, and he said in surprise: "You..."

"You are the first..." The first person who really supported him in making music.

Yang Fengyu's words got stuck in his throat, and he shook his head, looking at Qin Fangcong with sincere eyes: "Thank you for your willingness to teach me to be an accompaniment and arrangement. Many people have told me that I should not do it, and I should not insist on it, but I I did it anyway, even if no one supported me. You were the first."

Qin Fangcong's eyes changed slightly.

"Thank you for making me feel... that what I did was not so wrong."

Yang Fengyu's sensibility came and went quickly, and when he limped and followed Qin Fangcong out of the car, he was already embarrassed by the confession he just made.

"Well, isn't it a bit strange what I just said?" Yang Fengyu asked tentatively, "I had a fight with my dad yesterday, an old-fashioned old man who always thinks I'm not doing my job properly, and suddenly I'm emo."

Qin Fangcong frowned slightly, picked up Li Xin's medicine box by the door, and took Yang Fengyu to the studio.

"The adults all think that what I did was wrong, but is there anything wrong with chasing dreams? I don't think so."

"Every day I know that I'm out of shape, why don't I know that I'm old-fashioned, what age do you want me to inherit the family business, do you want me to have a business marriage in the future... Hey... "

Qin Fangcong just unscrewed the cap of the safflower oil, and the smell made him feel a little disgusted. He raised his brows when he heard Yang Fengyu's words, dipped some with his index finger and middle finger, and gently stuck it on, "Does it hurt?"

Qin Fangcong didn't use any strength at all, just slid against the calf bone, not only did not hurt, but even a little itchy, his fingertips were a little cold, and the touch of the skin made Yang Fengyu's whole body goose bumps, and immediately put the just now Complaining was left behind, "It doesn't hurt or it doesn't hurt... I'll do it myself!!"

"Don't force too much, just rub it lightly. Wash your hands after applying the medicine, and weave what you didn't finish yesterday." Qin Fangcong got up and wanted to leave.

"What about you?" Yang Fengyu asked hastily, he couldn't control his strength, pressed himself in pain, and gasped.

Qin Fangcong turned around and squatted helplessly, holding Yang Fengyu's ankle with one hand, dipped some safflower oil from his fingertips, covered it lightly and squeezed twice, "This strength is enough, remember ?"

Yang Fengyu nodded hastily, her ears turned red.

I don't know if I remember or not, but my face is red anyway.

"I'll make a phone call, I'll be right back." Qin Fangcong patted Yang Fengyu's forehead, and just as he opened the door, he heard a crisp "Brother!" from behind.

Qin Fangcong was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and met a pair of clean, pure and smiling eyes.

"Let me treat you to dinner tonight!"

The corner of Qin Fangcong's mouth raised an arc, "Okay."

His eyes softened a lot, he went straight to the other side, closed the door and dialed the phone.

"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Yang."

In the afternoon class, Yang Fengyu honestly sat in the first row, but Qin Fangcong was a little weird today, and actually dismissed the get out of class according to the schedule in the middle of the class, giving them time to rest.

Yang Fengyu was a little surprised when he saw that he went out with his mobile phone, and the screen lit up for a moment, it was the call interface.

After almost everyone in the classroom had left, Yang Fengyu followed Qin Fangcong out, got into the car, and couldn't help asking, "Where shall we eat?"

Qin Fangcong reported a place name, and Yang Fengyu frowned immediately.

"Do you still remember that I told you about someone?" Yang Fengyu said, "After he came back, my dad booked a welcome banquet here."

Qin Fangcong's expression remained the same: "Yes."

Yang Fengyu thought he didn't care. After the car stopped, Qin Fangcong strode to the door and said to the waiter who came up, "Mr. Yang's reservation."

Alarm bells rang in Yang Fengyu's heart.

Looking around, he saw a familiar luxury car.

Yang Fengyu turned his head and looked at the big Benz. Some images flashed through his mind, and finally he remembered why he felt familiar.

He seemed to have seen this car in front of his house.

Yang Fengyu stood at the door and refused to go in, as if something was stuck in his throat, and it was difficult to say a single word.

Qin Fangcong turned his head in doubt, Yang Fengyu suppressed the surprise in his heart, and followed the waiter and Qin Fangcong in with the last sliver of luck in his heart.

The closer he got to the box, the heavier his heart became.

Until the door was opened, revealing a middle-aged man drinking tea inside.

Yang Wei.

"Qin Fangcong," Yang Fengyu sneered at Qin Fangcong, his blood running cold all over his body, "are you fucking playing with me?"