Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

After the black car carrying Fu Zechuan disappeared completely out of sight, Ji Fanfan pulled up the curtains again.

He took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone and carefully called his biological father, Mr. Ji, and told Mr. Ji that he was staying in the house that he rented with his mother tonight. Of course, he also selectively sent Ji Yuanyu and The matter of Ms. Liang is skipped.

Mr. Ji didn't ask much, he just thought that he was missing his deceased mother, and he said a few more words of comfort before ending the call.

The lights in the room are turned on, and the white energy-saving bulbs are a little black, but they still stubbornly insist on their mission of lighting.

Ji Fanfan leaned against the window, staring at nowhere with no focus, his face was a mixture of bewildered and lonely, like a puppy abandoned in the streets, innocent and pitiful.

The hanging hand was holding the phone weakly, and the page displayed on the phone screen was still on the call page that had just ended. When the brightness of the phone’s display screen became lighter, and finally the screen was completely overwhelmed, Ji Fanfan breathed a sigh of relief Sitting on the ground.

He hugged his knees, with his chin resting on them, even though he was already in a place he was familiar with, only curling himself up into a ball could give him a momentary sense of security.

There is even very little furniture in the desolate room, an old bed that seems to collapse at any time, two bright red plastic high stools, and a wooden table engraved with mottled traces of time. Others are no different from the bare four walls.

This home is so empty, Ji Fanfan really wants to fill this home bit by bit with his own hands through his own efforts.

Fill it with furniture first. Of course, if possible, he also wants to add another person to this home.

A person who can talk to him, a person who can dispel this loneliness.

Ji Fanfan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, there will be, there will be bread, people... maybe there will be, he was looking forward to.

Early the next morning, Ji Fanfan was awakened by a knock on the door.

He wondered who would knock on the door. After all, every household in this tube building is self-cleaning. He has no acquaintance here at all, so no one will come to visit.

Will that be the landlord?But obviously this month's rent has already been paid, could it be that the landlord is going to raise the rent so come to notify him?

Concerned, Ji Fanfan slowly opened the door a crack.

Outside the door was a man in blue overalls and a blue peaked cap. He smiled brightly, dazzling like the noon sun, "Hello, is this Mr. Ji Fanfanji?"

Ji Fanfan's hand subconsciously pinched the corner of his clothes, and nodded resentfully.

The staff pointed to the heavy cardboard boxes behind him, "That's right. I wonder if it's convenient for you to let us move these furniture in for you?"

Ji Fanfan looked at the huge cardboard boxes, frowned and blinked in confusion, and said softly, "I didn't order furniture..."

"Oh, yes, these were ordered by a Mr. Fu, who asked us to send them here."

Ji Fanfan's eyes widened slightly, and he said anxiously, "Mr. Fu, yes, is that Mr. Fu Zechuan?"

"Yes, Mr. Ji."

When Ji Fanfan heard that the dozens of cardboard boxes in the corridor were all bought by Fu Zechuan, he waved his hands nervously, "No need, no need, you guys, send all these things back."

The staff showed a embarrassed expression, "This..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Fanfan's cell phone rang, and the three words "Fu Zechuan" displayed on the screen of the phone made Ji Fanfan involuntarily palpitate. ?