Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

Fu Zechuan really hated Zhai Sicheng, and said in a bad tone, "This is between me and him, it's not your turn to intervene."

Zhai Sicheng laughed ironically, "Then what if I warn you as his current boyfriend?"

Ji Fanfan's hands trembled when he heard the words, and he turned to look at Zhai Sicheng, his dark pupils were full of bewilderment.

Fu Zechuan held Ji Fanfan's hand even harder, his phalanx protruded vigorously, and looked at Zhai Sicheng with narrowed eyes, his tone was cold and cold, and he gritted his teeth, "You can try it!"

Zhai Sicheng smiled without changing his face, but his smile seemed to be covered with ice, "So now, can you let go? You hurt him."

Although Fu Zechuan was still angry, the strength in his hand suddenly loosened a lot, so loose that Ji Fanfan could easily break free.

Ji Fanfan withdrew his wrist, looked down at Fu Zechuan's jealous and unwilling face, and whispered to Zhai Sicheng, "Let's go."

Fu Zechuan looked at Ji Fanfan with pained eyes, but said viciously, "You dare to go with him!"

Ji Fanfan lowered his head and bit his lip firmly, and finally stepped into the car, but when he was closing the car door, something suddenly stuck in the door.

He raised his head subconsciously, only to see Fu Zechuan's hand clamped on the car door, and it swelled up quickly. Ji Fanfan hurriedly opened the car door to look at his hand, tears streaming down his face, "What are you doing!"

Fu Zechuan didn't seem to know the pain, his face was cold and expressionless, he withdrew his hand, and said three words indifferently in a temper, "You go."

After the words fell, he turned around and left without leaving any room.

Ji Fanfan panicked and wanted to chase him, but Zhai Sicheng grabbed his arm, and he analyzed calmly, "He is using a trick to lure you over, Fanfan, if you really want to break up with him, don't go there now. "

Ji Fanfan's fingertips were cold, his face was pale, and his vision was blurred by tears. He watched Fu Zechuan's back keep going away, but in the end he didn't choose to catch up.

Zhai Sicheng knew he was sad, but he believed he was right.

He got Ji Fanfan into the car and took him out of here, out of Fu Zechuan's sight.

Fu Zechuan kicked the wheel angrily, he was just betting that Ji Fanfan would love him and chase him, but Zhai Sicheng, who was in the way, made his good plan disappear.

Zhai Sicheng was driving the car, and looked distractedly at the rings of fingerprints on Ji Fanfan's wrist that hadn't faded, "Does it hurt?"

Ji Fanfan was stunned, looking at him in confusion and helplessness.

"Does your hand hurt?"

Ji Fanfan followed his gaze to look at his wrist, and shook his head emotionally, "It doesn't hurt..." His hands curled up slightly, his voice was very low, and it sounded empty, "Brother Sicheng, you just now, Why do you say that?"

Zhai Sicheng's glasses were shimmering in the sun, and he knew he was referring to the "current boyfriend" who just announced his identity. He parked the car aside, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Ji Fanfan and said softly, "If you want to If you don’t want to, you can turn what you just said into reality at any time, and if you don’t want to, it’s a way to protect you.”

Ji Fanfan squeezed his fingers, his voice was deep and tired, "You, don't waste your time on me."

Zhai Sicheng smiled bitterly, "I know you will say that, but it doesn't matter, what to do is my own business."

After a long silence, Ji Fanfan spoke again, "Brother Sicheng, I'm sorry, I think I'm going home."

"Well, good." Zhai Sicheng didn't give him a chance to get out of the car, but drove the car, asked the address of Ji's house, and drove silently all the way to the gate of Ji's house before stopping.

Ji Fanfan unbuckled his seat belt, but when he pushed the car door, he thought of Fu Zechuan's pinched hand again, and felt even more uncomfortable.

Just as he was about to get out of the car, Zhai Sicheng's concerned voice sounded faintly, "Fanfan, you can actually tell me the real reason why you changed jobs..."

Ji Fanfan tightened his grip on the handlebar, but then slowly relaxed, "I don't want to cause you trouble."

Zhai Sicheng's face was a little more lonely, "You didn't tell me, is it because I can't replace him..."

It was the first time Ji Fanfan heard Zhai Sicheng speak in such a sad tone. He pursed his lips and did not answer his question. After thanking him alienatedly, he opened the door and got out of the car.

Ji Fanfan knows that he cannot give the other party what he wants, so he will not do things that make him misunderstand, nor will he give him hope in an ambiguous manner.

Ji's father saw Ji Fanfan's recent state in his eyes, and Ms. Liang always ignored Ji Fanfan, but Ji Yuanyu was as happy as Ji Fanfan was in misery, and even had to sarcasm when he was eating. sentence--

"Yo, don't you stay with your old lover? Or did you quarrel? Break up?"

Ji Fanfan lowered his head with red eyes, and ate his meal silently without saying a word.

Ji Yuanyu was very unhappy with Ji Fanfan's attitude of always ignoring him recently, and shouted, "Deaf?!"

Ji's father stared at Ji Yuanyu, "Shut up! If you say a few words, you will die!"

Ji Yuanyu was scolded and was dumb for a while, but he still didn't take it seriously.

Father Ji didn't like his sloppy appearance the most, he coughed twice in anger, and then continued: "Go to the hospital to accompany your grandma after eating!"

Ms. Liang added eccentrically, "You don't need to be hypocritical."

Ji's dining table always has this weird atmosphere.

Ji Fanfan quickly finished the rice in the bowl, lowered his head and stood up, "I, I finished eating, you guys, eat slowly."

As soon as Ji Fanfan left, Ji's father slammed his chopsticks on the table, "Fanfan finally came back once, look at all of you, all of you are eccentric and mean, what do you want to do?!"

Ji Yuanyu hugged his chest, crossed Erlang's legs, and mumbled, "It's not the first time we've treated him like this, he's used to it."

Father Ji was so angry that he patted the table, "Look at you, you don't understand anything."

Ji Yuanyu replied smugly, "I'm not sensible, he is sensible head office, anyway, I'm just like this in your eyes."

Ms. Liang stood up indifferently, "Xiaoyu, have you finished eating? Let's go."

Father Ji looked at Ms. Liang who was turning to leave, and suddenly said, "After I leave, can you help me and take care of me..." His face was full of mottled marks of vicissitudes of life, and he sighed helplessly.

Ms. Liang didn't even look back, she just gave him an indifferent back, "Do you think it's possible?"

Not to mention taking care of him, she wished he would die sooner.

After Father Ji heard her words, the wrinkles on his face deepened, and his back bent a lot.

In the evening, Ji Fanfan took the medicine with Father Ji, and talked with him for a while, planning to return to the rental house after Father Ji fell asleep.

Father Ji was lying on the bed with a soft pillow on his back, his complexion looked more decayed than before, and his eyeballs were cloudier due to the long-term illness. He looked at Ji Fanfan sadly, "Fanfan, if something happens, I can't deal with it. You must remember to tell Dad, Dad will make the decision for you."

Ji Fanfan tucked up the quilt for him, shook his head, and forced a warm smile, "Don't worry, there's nothing wrong."

"...Okay." Father Ji sighed for a long time, he tilted his head, wondering if it was Ji Fanfan's illusion, he felt that the light in the room suddenly became much darker, and the light hit Father Ji's face , so that Father Ji's face seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, exuding an aura of ashes.

Looking at him, Ji Fanfan felt as if his heart was bound by a net, and the net was still tightening, which made his heart hurt very much.

"I've been dreaming about your mother recently, and I feel like she's coming to take me away..."

Ji Fanfan's tears splattered down, it was astonishingly hot, "Dad..."

Ji's father didn't go to see Ji Fanfan, his old voice was very broken, like the surface of a lake shattered at dusk, never the same as before, "Dad, I can't worry about you..."

Ji Fanfan wept silently, clenched his hands tightly on his knees, and his shoulders trembled slightly due to the impact of strong emotions.

"After Dad is gone, take good care of yourself..."

Ji Fanfan's tears fell more fiercely, and he broke down crying, but he only dared to cry in a suppressed way.

Father Ji closed his eyes and said quietly, "Go back."

Ji Fanfan wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, and still sat there motionless, "I'll stay with you."

Father Ji took the pillow away, and lay down on his own, with his back to Ji Fanfan, and said in a muffled voice, "What are you doing with me as an old man? Go back and rest."

Ji Fanfan sniffed and replied with sobs, "I'm not leaving."

Father Ji didn't care about him either, and stopped talking.

Ji Fanfan didn't leave, and stayed by Father Ji's side all the time. When Father Ji fell asleep, he just sat on the side in silence. There was nothing he could do for Father Ji, so he could only foolishly accompany him for the last journey.

The mobile phone in his pocket was vibrating non-stop. Afraid of disturbing his father, Ji Fanfan got up and walked a short distance. He took out the mobile phone and looked at the caller ID. It was Fu Zechuan's call. After hesitating for a while, he pressed the end button .

Not long after he hung up, the phone rang again.

It was still Fu Zechuan's call, this time Ji Fanfan hung up again without hesitation.

But after a while, another picture message popped up on WeChat.

Another message from Fu Zechuan.

Ji Fanfan fell into WeChat, silently watching a small red "1" hanging on the profile picture belonging to Fu Zechuan.

His fingers stayed on the exclusive dialog box, and he finally made up his mind to swipe the message to the left.

Just when he was about to click the "delete" button, he received another text message.

There is only one very short word——

"pain."

Ji Fanfan's hands reacted faster than his brain, and he had already clicked into the dialog box before he realized it.

A photo of a "hand" hangs brightly in the dialog box. The hand in the photo is red, swollen and bruised, and it hurts to look at it.

Ji Fanfan's brows furrowed unconsciously, with obvious worry on his face.

He clicked on the input box, and he wanted to say something, such as asking him if he had been to the hospital, whether it still hurts, and whether anyone took care of him...

He thought a lot and typed a lot, but he deleted all the typed words one second before clicking send.

He turned off his cell phone, pretended not to know, and forced himself not to think about him anymore, not to care about him anymore, not to care about him anymore, just let him fend for himself.

There is no relationship between them anymore...?