Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

"Leave here, leave here after father recovers, never come back, never come back again."

Ji Fanfan lowered his head, holding back tears with red eyes, and tightly clenched his hands on his knees, until the gorgeous evening dress was wrinkled before letting go of his hands as if waking up from a dream.

He flusteredly smoothed out the glaring folds on the dress, and at the same time he raised his head and looked around in a panic. Wherever he could see, there was no one, only the faint glow of the banquet hall reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ji Fanfan hastily wiped away the tears accumulated in his eyes. Fortunately, fortunately, everyone is waltzing in the banquet hall now, and no one has noticed the balcony sunken in the darkness, let alone him here.

The hustle and bustle in the banquet hall, the warm lights, and the laughter and laughter did not belong to him. Only this small place shrouded in darkness was the only place he could stand.

Ji Fanfan turned around and looked at the vast night sky in the dark night. Among the stars, there was one brightest. He thought maybe it was his mother in heaven.

When he thought of the death of his mother who didn't even have a decent funeral, only an old damp straw mat and a grave that he spent three days digging with his hands, he couldn't help but burst into tears run.

No, you can't cry here, if your stepmother finds out...he will definitely be beaten to death.

Ji Fanfan quickly wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, took a few deep breaths, and completely suppressed the sadness in his heart before he dared to turn around.

But the moment he turned around, he froze.

I saw that there was an extra man on the balcony where he was the only one.

The man was leaning against the French window with his arms folded. He was tall and handsome. The well-tailored suit outlined his tall and perfect figure with an elegant and charming outline. He was propped on one leg, the other leg was slightly bent, and his toes were pointing to the ground. , a section of the ankle was exposed, adding an air of restraint and coquettishness.

Seeing Ji Fanfan's astonished eyes falling on him, he stood up straight and smiled warmly, "Did I bother you?"

Ji Fanfan was stared at by his deep eyes, and his pale face was involuntarily blushed quickly.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he subconsciously bit his lower lip. The brain that had just been amazed by this man's appearance was replaced by panic at this moment. He lowered his head and shook his head slightly, and said two words almost inaudibly, "No."

As soon as the two words were finished, the man said "Huh?" in confusion.

That lazy, careless voice seemed to have a unique and seductive charm, and Ji Fanfan raised his extremely low head by a strange coincidence, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that the person's left foot moved slightly, and he was about to take a step forward. step.

For a moment, Ji Fanfan subconsciously wanted to escape.

And he did so, Ji Fanfan walked to another floor-to-ceiling window like a frightened rabbit, quickly opened a door that only allowed him to pass, and hurried into the banquet hall.

In the banquet hall, there was a lot of drinking, and the well-dressed men and women were chatting happily. He was the only one who seemed so out of place with this place.

This strange feeling was like an invisible claw, tightly strangling Ji Fanfan's throat, making him so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

Ji Fanfan didn't stay long, he quickly walked through the bustling crowd along the edge of the banquet hall to hide away, trying to find a corner where he could stop at ease.

He was like an ugly duckling who broke into a noble banquet by mistake, afraid to have any contact with anyone, afraid to have even the slightest connection with anyone.

The night wind was very cool, but Fu Zechuan's shiny, pink fingertips were slightly hot, with a scorching temperature.

His bony thumb slowly slid across the soft and affectionate lips, looking at Ji Fanfan's fleeing back, he evoked a meaningful smile.

"Young Master Fu, why are you here?" A stylishly dressed man leaned his left elbow against the window frame of the floor-to-ceiling window, and held a glass of champagne in his right hand. His handsome face was slightly reddish from alcohol, and he looked at Fu Zechuan with a smile and asked. .

Fu Zechuan tugged on the meticulous neckline, raised his lips in a happy mood and said with a smile: "I'm bored, come out to get some air."

As he spoke, he walked back into the banquet hall step by step.

Ji Fanfan hid in the bathroom in a hurry, turned on the faucet, and took several handfuls of water to wash off the mess on his face.

He rested his hands on the side of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror is dressed gorgeously, with a dark blue evening dress and a sapphire brooch of the same color, looking so gentle and elegant, but his wet face at the moment perfectly destroys this gentleness and elegance.

He lowered his head and smiled bitterly, his hair was scattered alone, he felt like a person standing on the edge of a cliff now, as if the wind around him was stronger, and his thin body would be blown off the dark cliff.

The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone made him tremble all over, he suddenly woke up from his own thoughts, took out a tissue to wipe off the remaining drops of water on his hands, took a deep breath, and nervously picked up the phone.

"Hey, Dad..."

"Hey, Fanfan, is there anything you're not used to when attending a banquet for the first time?"

"...No." As soon as the words fell, Ji Fanfan hurriedly added, as if to cover up something, "I'm fine..."

The person on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good, I'm sorry, Dad is not feeling well and can't accompany you to this charity party, but fortunately your aunt has passed, if you have anything to discuss with your aunt ,do you know?"

Ji Fanfan trembled when he heard the word "Auntie", and tightened his grip on the phone, "...I know, I will."

Mr. Ji gave a few more instructions before ending the call with his illegitimate son Ji Fanfan.

The moment Ji Fanfan hung up the phone, he was relieved. It was hard to imagine that talking to his biological father would make him physically and mentally exhausted as if he had experienced a thrilling battle.

Ji Fanfan wiped off the cold sweat oozing from the tip of his nose, pinched his cheeks again, and put on a pleasing smile again, trying not to look so stiff.

"Young Master Fu is also here today, have you seen it?"

"Can you not see it! As soon as he came, all the women in the venue stared at him straight, cut, doesn't he look better."

The sound of conversation came from the door, followed by the sound of pushing the door, and two gorgeously dressed men who smelled of alcohol walked into the bathroom.

Ji Fanfan pursed his lips, quickly tidied himself up, looked down at his toes, and tried his best to suppress his sense of existence as he passed by them.

Just when he held his breath and finally held the doorknob and was about to go out, the voices of the two behind him sounded urging again——

"That's the illegitimate son of the Ji family, right?"

"Isn't it just, heh, a pheasant is a pheasant. I really thought that if I changed my clothes, I would become a phoenix."

"The Ji family is also unique, even if an illegitimate child dares to let him out in public, it is not too embarrassing."

"Hey, don't let others hear you, or turn around and complain to his father."

"Hmph, I'm afraid he won't succeed, the illegitimate son of the Ji family is not worthy to carry my shoes!"

Ji Fanfan really wanted to pretend he didn't hear these harsh words, but his eyes couldn't help turning red, and the only remaining tears that he refused to shed maintained his crumbling self-esteem. ?