what are you doing

Sure enough, Fang Zhongqing quickly waved his hand, "Dad didn't look at it on purpose, I just glanced at it inadvertently, the photo on your phone, maybe Dad saw it wrong haha."

"That's right," Fang Zeyu said, "it's a man."

Fang Zhongqing obviously didn't expect him to admit it directly, and asked with some uncertainty, "Do you like men?"

Fang Zeyu nodded and said yes, "Why, can't you accept it?"

He didn't know why he said that, maybe he subconsciously wanted to fight against Fang Zhongqing, but strictly speaking, he wasn't really gay, he just liked Ding An.

But unexpectedly, the part where he imagined that the Chinese Zhongqing was furious and then fought with him did not happen.

He just froze for a moment, and then said to him calmly, "Of course I can accept it, you are my son, let alone like men, I can accept that you like a dog."

"...?" Now it was Fang Zeyu's turn to be stunned, there's no need, dad, it's not enough to like dogs.

Fang Zhongqing smiled, "I'm just making an analogy, of course you can't really like dogs."

This is a good analogy, don't do it again next time.

"Dad has been traveling all over the world for so many years, and he has seen more things than you imagined, and his acceptance level is higher than you imagined." Fang Zhongqing straightened his expression, "You may think that my thoughts are still stuck in the old one. But son, dad told you that a person has to go through too many winds and rains in this life, and it is good to live well, why should you think about the shackles imposed on you by others?"

"I don't care who you like, whether it's a man or a woman, as long as you don't break the law and don't touch the bottom line of morality, Dad will definitely support you with all his strength, and you will live this time. Go after love boldly, son!"

Fang Zhongqing waved his arms as he spoke, and a funny smile appeared on his face again.

Such a father is very vivid, Fang Zeyu only saw it when he was young.

At that time Fang Zhongqing bought him a small leather ball, but other children saw it and clamored to play with it. The child's mother aggressively asked him to borrow it.

He didn't dare to cry, and could only watch other children play with his little ball.

Fang Zhongqing saw it, and asked him to get it back, and even said to him, "If you can't get it back, don't take this little ball. If you get it back, Dad will also buy you the most expensive basketball. "

Fang Zeyu really went to grab it, but not only failed to grab it, but was also pushed. He looked at his father standing aside, and Fang Zhongqing's eyes were full of encouragement. In the end, he defeated the bear boy and got the little balloon.

Fang Zhongqing laughed happily, lifted him above his head, and bought him the most expensive basketball in the mall.

That basketball is now sitting in his storage box.

Fang Zeyu blinked, tears fell on the bed sheet without warning.

Fang Zhongqing panicked all of a sudden, and looked at him helplessly, "Son, don't cry, it's all my father's fault, I made you angry again."

"Since you said that," Fang Zeyu burst into tears, "then why did you drink and get drunk every day when my mother divorced you and didn't come home, my mother ignored me, and you ignored me."

Fang Zhongqing was so distressed that he was dying, and his stomach was full of regret, "It's my fault, I deserve to die, it took me so many years to realize that if you leave alone, you can't stay, you are innocent, and my father doesn't want to So for you, but Dad feels uncomfortable."

Fang Zeyu looked at the man covering his face and crying, and felt so sad that he was dying. After all, Fang Zhongqing couldn't be blamed for this incident, but the harm it caused him was substantial.

But he really didn't expect that Fang Zhongqing could cry so much. He raised his watch and glanced at the time. It was almost 10 minutes, but he still hadn't finished crying.

He sniffed and reached out to pat Fang Zhongqing's back.

"Father is fine." Fang Zhongqing wiped his face and straightened up, with a forced smile on his face, "Don't mention it when it's Chinese New Year. By the way, son, who is that, uh, that boy you like? ah?"

Fang Zeyu looked at him and said nothing.

Fang Zhongqing smiled awkwardly, and quickly explained, "Dad doesn't want to pry into your privacy, but he's just a little curious. If you don't want to talk about it, don't tell me, and Dad won't ask too much."

"Don't worry, he is very nice, smart and kind," Fang Zeyu said, "It's just that he's too dull, and he still doesn't know that I like him."

"Children," Fang Zhongqing laughed, "Your relationship at this age is the most enviable. Cherish him."

Fang Zeyu nodded, "Yes."

Fang Zhongqing also nodded, and the room fell into silence for a while, except for the sound of one big and one small sobs that sounded from time to time.

Grandparents may have gone back to the house to watch TV. There was no sound in the living room. Fang Zeyu stared at the grilles on the window for a long time, feeling a little anxious.

Fang Zhongqing was even more anxious than him. He had just cried a lot in front of his son, but he lost face and left the words on the floor. It was as embarrassing as it could be.

I don't know how long it took, maybe because the atmosphere was too embarrassing, Fang Zhongqing finally couldn't help but say, "Well, Xiao Yu, then Dad will go out first to see if your grandparents have anything else to do."

Fang Zeyu responded.

"You never let me worry about you since you were a child. Dad believes in your ability and character. The person you fancy will definitely not be bad." Fang Zhongqing stood at the door and held the doorknob tightly. "I like people too much. I know you're excited, but you can't talk nonsense about this matter, if you really can't hold back, come and talk to me, I can listen to you anytime. "

The tears that Fang Zeyu had finally squeezed dry were about to flow out again, he quickly turned his head to face him with the back of his head, and nodded slightly, "I won't talk nonsense, I'm not stupid."

Fang Zhongqing watched him hesitate to speak, and finally went out and closed the door.

His son has been sensible since he was a child, which makes people feel distressed. He seldom acted like a baby with his parents like other children. Later, he was busy with work and had no time to accompany his children. Later, he divorced Fang Zeyu's mother. Yu is only 14 or 5 years old, and he will be an adult in a blink of an eye.

He actually missed such a long time for his son to grow up.

His mother was right, he was an irresponsible bastard.

Fang Zhongqing stretched out his index and middle fingers to press his temples, then took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the secretary.