he's just my boyfriend

Fang Qi thought it was Zhang Qiqi who mentioned it to him: "Well, Zhang Qiqi's tutor is him."

After Fang Qi said this, Fang Qing remembered that it seemed to be the case: "Oh, it turned out to be him. No wonder he has such a big temper and dares to despise my precious girl."

When Fang Qing asked about his daughter's recent study status, Zhang Qiqi had already informed her, saying that the teacher ran away in anger.

But obviously, Fang Qing didn't think it was his daughter's problem, and he kept thinking about educating the child, only thinking that Tao Fang was just relying on his cousin Fang Qi, and he was a typical example of pampering and pride.

Fang Qi, who was actually on Tao Tao's side, chose to remain silent—there were too many flaws, and he didn't know where to correct them.

Who knows that Fang Qing, who has no self-awareness about his precious daughter, still insists on going to her school to see her. Fang Qi wanted to not want him to be disillusioned, but he couldn't stop him, so he had to drive him there himself.

During the period, Tao Fang sent him a message saying that he would go to the folding fan shop in the afternoon to finish stepping, and he might be able to come back in the evening.

Fang Qi threw the mobile phone to his cousin while driving: "It should be difficult for him to listen to the language, please reply for me, and ask him to tell me when he returns from S City."

Fang Qing gave a "tsk" sound: "You can answer the one-sentence matter by yourself."

"Driving and playing with mobile phones, if he finds out, he will be scolded." Fang Qi paid close attention to the traffic conditions on the road, and thoroughly implemented the policy explained by Teacher Tao.

"Hey, let's see if he can do it." Fang Qing typed into the input box, disgusted at the same time, "Is this kid's tail too high, bullying you for not being in a relationship, and almost letting you go to heaven He picked up the stars."

Hearing his cousin avenging himself, Fang Qi felt a little funny. He knew that Fang Qing's preconceived notions about Tao Fang were just because he was protecting his shortcomings.

Speaking of which, the two of them have similar personalities, they say what they say, and their mouths are not forgiving.

Fang Qi reckoned that the two met face to face, and said nothing else, and had to fight first.

Not long after, Fang Qing raised his mobile phone and asked him: "What does 'oj'... mean?"

It happened to be a traffic light. While waiting for the red light, Fang Qi glanced at his mobile phone screen and said with a smile, "It means 'ok'."

"Huh? What kind of logic is this?" Fang Qing was a little suspicious of life, "Am I really old?"

Fang Qi smiled and glanced at his daughter who was about to take the college entrance examination, but his cousin who was still single did not explain.

If there is no foreshadowing in front of Tao Fang, Fang Qi will definitely not be able to comprehend it-ojbk, ojjk, ojrk, and now they will be directly omitted as oj.

When he arrived at the school, Fang Qi greeted the security guard at the gate.

Fang Qing stood aside and looked at the school's plaque, T City No. [-] Middle School?It sounds good, Tao Mian still dislikes his daughter's ability to come in to study, and indeed Fang Qi dotes on him too much.

There was nothing to say along the way, Fang Qi couldn't bear to take off his cousin's infinitely thick fan filter for Zhang Qiqi in advance, so he could only lead the way with a sullen head.

Class [-], Grade [-] is the classroom on the second floor closest to the stairwell.

When the two passed by, it happened to be the first class in the morning and afternoon, and the school was very quiet.

Fang Qing and Fang Qi stood side by side by the window and looked into the classroom from a distance. The person standing on the podium was probably an English teacher, and the blackboard was full of English.

Although Fang Qi didn't come to see it in person, he asked Xiao Zhang to come.

At a glance, he saw Zhang Qiqi sleeping on the table in the corner, and Zhang Qiqi's hateful face flashed across his mind every time he came back to report to him after visiting shifts.

Looking at his cousin who seemed to think this feeling was very fresh, Fang Qi coughed lightly twice, and stretched out his fingers to show him: "The last row, in the corner on the right."

But Fang Qing didn't find his daughter after looking for a long time, so he asked in a low voice, "Where is it, is it there?"

Fang Qi was embarrassed to tell him directly that it was the one sleeping on the table, and said euphemistically: "The last row, the second row next to the window."

"Huh???" Fang Qing began to doubt his life after finally aiming at the target, "Is that our Qiqi???"

Fang Qi was also a little confused, what kind of operation is it that a father can't recognize his daughter?

"Why does our Qiqi have short hair?" Fang Qing almost went to the window to look at it. He forgot his image when he saw his daughter, and she didn't look like a person in a formal suit at all.

Fang Qi also met Zhang Qiqi for the first time after coming to T City. He was a little surprised: "I thought she always had short hair."

The thick fan filter made Fang Qing completely ignore the problem of his daughter sleeping in class, and he was only thinking about her haircut and never told himself.

Fang Qi touched his nose and asked him, "Wait for her to finish class?"

Zhang Qiqi is a boarding school, and she is usually not allowed to stay outside. Even the make-up classes and training on weekends are only released after asking her superiors for leave.

Fang Qing glanced at the time: "What time does she finish class?"

Fang Qi saved Zhang Qiqi's class schedule in his mobile phone: "There is still a quarter of an hour."

"Then wait." Fang Qing made a decision and leaned against the railing of the corridor.

Fang Qi: "..."

Fang Qi really wanted to persuade his cousin to go back and not stay here to torture himself.

Sure enough, although the teacher had become used to Zhang Qiqi sleeping in class for a quarter of an hour, Zhang Qiqi's deskmate never gave up.

Fang Qing watched helplessly as his daughter's deskmate kicked her chair, pushed her shoulders, and finally pulled her ears.

At that time, he was unhappy, and Fang Qi muttered in a low voice: "What's wrong with the little girl, didn't she see anyone sleeping?"

"..." Fang Qi felt that worrying about Fang Qing's disillusionment was simply superfluous.

It's still in class, and someone reminded your daughter to get up and attend class, but you still think that others are disturbing your daughter to sleep.

"Hey Qiqi has such a good temper, she just let others go..." Fang Qing was frightened silent by the scene in front of her before finishing her sentence.

Fang Qi saw that Zhang Qiqi, who was motionless, suddenly stood up, reached out and pulled her tablemate's finger that poked her, put it into his mouth and took a bite.

Before the little girl could react, she dragged the palm of the man's hand and put it under her head, almost sleeping with the girl's arm in her arms, behaving intimately.

Fang Qi had heard about Zhang Qiqi's gossip from Tao Fang a long time ago, and it was not surprising at the moment, but he did not expect that the person who fell in love with her was her tablemate.

It was Fang Qing.

Fang Qi glanced at his cousin's frozen expression, and introduced before he recovered, "Her girlfriend also plays table tennis together."

Looking at the situation in the classroom, Fang Qing widened his eyes and choked for a long time before making a sound.

The first thing I did was to hit my cousin who had just returned from overseas with a hard hammer on the shoulder, and growled in a suppressed voice: "Are you mistaken! I asked you to look at her, not to make you turn her into a bend !"

"..." Fang Qi was really convinced, this fan filter is really not a joke, and said weakly, "...I really don't have this."

Unexpectedly, Fang Qing turned the corner very quickly, and immediately pointed the finger at Tao Mian: "You don't have it, then it's Tao Mian, what kind of stuff does this little brat teach her in remedial lessons!"

Fang Qi finally couldn't bear it anymore, and his voice was full of helplessness: "Brother, Tao Tao doesn't interfere with her private life at all, she only teaches classes."

"No, no, no, even if you don't teach him, you will still be influenced by him!" Fang Qing has now made up his mind that Tao Fang is a little vixen. She's not yet an adult, she doesn't understand these at all, it's normal to be led astray by him!"

Regarding this, Fang Qi, who originally didn't want Fang Qing to wait for Zhang Qiqi to leave get out of class, changed his mind instantly: "Brother, you can ask her yourself later."

After class, Zhang Qiqi was going to the bathroom with her little girlfriend, but she didn't expect to see her father who was supposed to be far away in the capital at the door.

"Dad?" Zhang Qiqi was astonished, but she still held her little girlfriend's hand in her hand, showing no intention of letting go.

Fang Qing's physical description and appearance are [-]% similar to Fang Qi's, but as long as the two have different frames, it is almost difficult for people to connect the two of them.

But now looking at the man next to Uncle Zhang Qiqi, Zhang Qiqi's little girlfriend recognized him right away, probably because she met her parents?

He said "Hello, Uncle" on his lips, but in his heart he was actually Shura field.

Fang Qing pointed to the hands they held together and asked, "What's your situation? If you're good, don't learn, just learn all this?"

Just after class, there were a lot of students watching in the corridor. Zhang Qiqi felt ashamed, so she dragged her irrational cheap dad downstairs to the long-abandoned bathroom at the end of the corridor on the first floor.

"You told me this when you came to my school?" Zhang Qiqi didn't fear him at all anyway, and pulled her little girlfriend closer to her as she spoke, "Did Fang Qi sue you? Oh, so why did I I didn't realize you were so boring, Fang Qi."

Fang Qi immediately took a step back and raised his hands: "It has nothing to do with me."

"What Fang Qi, Fang Qi, can't you call him uncle?" Fang Qing was furious when he saw Zhang Qiqi's fearless appearance, but every time he had nothing to do with her, he could only say a few words .

Zhang Qiqi ignored him, shook her little hand, and said it as a matter of course, without blinking: "Let me introduce myself to your dad."

Fang Qing: "..."

Fang Qi: "..."

Little girlfriend: "..."

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhang Qiqi simply opened the mouth: "Yin Qing, my partner."

Fang Qing: "..."

Fang Qi: "..."

Yin Qing: "..."

Fang Qing didn't say a word all the way back, Zhang Qiqi's short hair was all in front of him, deep in his own thoughts.

Fang Qi has never raised a daughter, so he can't empathize with his cousin's current mood. He is only glad that neither he nor Tao Fang can crawl out of their stomachs.

Later, Fang Qi placed his cousin at home and was about to go back to work, but Fang Qing grabbed his hand, and his words were earnest, and his tone was quite embarrassing.

"It turns out that you have never been by my brother's side, and my brother has no chance to care about you. Now, can you share with my brother, how do you all fall in love with the same sex?"

The degree of difficulty of this question is a bit high, Fang Qi chooses to speak from the facts: "When you meet Tao Tao, you may know."

Fang Qi's answer made Fang Qing sharpen his sword again and rush to Tao Fang, but he never thought that he and the little vixen would be slapped in the face as soon as they saw it.

Tao Fang, who had always been missed by others, sneezed loudly in the quiet folding fan restaurant, and Director Chen next to him immediately became concerned: "Have you caught a cold?"

Tao Fang waved his hand. Before going out this morning, Fang Qi took the medicine and said casually, "It's healed."

It took almost an hour to turn around the whole folding fan hall, which far exceeded Tao Fang's expectation.

He didn't expect that the inside would be so big, and there were so many folding fans of all kinds that he couldn't handle them all.

Director Chen and Tao Fang walked at the end of the group, followed only by curator Liu, stating the desired shooting requirements and effects from time to time.

Those like Zuo Linjun who have no constructive role in technology at all, just follow the two producers and continue to flatter.

Previously at the dinner table, Tao Fang followed Zuo Linjun's lead and did not dismantle his position, it was because the timing was not right, but now, Tao Fang was just a matter of lip service.

Looking at Zuo Linjun, who was eloquent and coaxing the two of them to their hearts' content, Tao Fang raised a shy corner of his mouth, pretending to be envious, and said, "It would be great if I could chat like a senior."

"Hey, it's good that you are like this. We all talk about our works and our strength, and don't rely on those showmanship." Director Chen is very self-proclaimed, an old-fashioned artist.

Tao Fang blinked: "Then can I have a look at your work?"

Except for "you", no other contrived honorifics are used, and the request is simple and straightforward.

I'm used to seeing people with a strong smell, but now I see Tao Fang who is so ignorant of the world at first glance, but I'm rare.

Director Chen used his mobile phone to search Tao Fang for several short videos, most of which were micro-movies, commercials and MVs.

Tao Mian looked at it seriously with his mobile phone in his hand, and had to admit that although this guy was a bit rotten, he was really good at his profession, and it was more than enough to teach him anyway.

So...

"Hey, sure enough, students are at a disadvantage doing this. The equipment is too limited, and many good-looking shots can't be taken."

Director Chen's eyes lit up: "What are you afraid of, you can come and experience it with my team, hahaha!"

Tao Mian's eyes also brightened at the right time: "Really, our studio only has small sliding rails, and it's not convenient to take the big sliding rails when going out for filming, but I feel that this folding fan hall is very suitable for laying large sliding rails!"

Director Chen immediately snapped his fingers: "No problem!"

At an angle that Director Chen couldn't see, the corner of Tao Fang's mouth quietly curved into a triumphant arc.

Don't blame him for doing this disgracefully, if you want to blame him, blame Zuo Linjun for being unkind first, just treat it as a little bit of sincerity for exploiting him for so long.

For the last vote, I, Tao Fang, will let you spit it out all at once.

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The author has something to say: Tao Mian: Hee hee hee.

I don't know if the cuties understand Tao Tao's abacus, hehehe.

ps: It's a little late today, cover your face, and apologize with a word count