unrequited love forbidden

happy

it's the devil

When Fu Qingzhou came out of the study, he met Jiang Xiao entering the door. He was a little surprised and said, "Did you go out to change?"

"Walking around the mall on the way, I bought two sets by the way." Jiang Xiao shook the shopping bag in his hand at him, "I bought the same style for you, a couple's outfit."

Fu Qingzhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Then you don't have to put it on directly, you can wear it after washing."

"Can't wait." Jiang Xiao put the bag away, bent over to change his shoes, "By the way, have you bought the food?"

"It's in the refrigerator." Fu Qingzhou went to pour water, and asked not very sincerely: "Do you need my help?"

"Help us, we won't be able to eat at noon tomorrow." Jiang Xiao looked into the refrigerator, and waved at him behind him, "Busy you."

Fu Qingzhou felt that he was a little strange, but he couldn't explain it, so he went to the study with a water glass.

Jiang Xiao walked quietly to the bathroom. He hid for a while when Jiang Lei made a move. At least he didn't look so obvious. He suddenly became a little sober.

Boil an egg and roll it in a while.

Although he didn't intend to hide the matter between himself and Fu Qingzhou from Jiang Lei, and he was not surprised by Jiang Hao'an's move, but he still couldn't help being disgusted.

Before the child was born, the mother and the child were so impatient, wouldn't they want his life when the child was born—his life?

A few fragments flashed through his mind, but unfortunately the speed was too fast for him to catch them in time.

After eating at noon, Fu Zhi went back to his room to take a nap, Fu Qingzhou was washing dishes in the kitchen, Jiang Xiao walked around the living room twice with his hands behind his back, and couldn't help but wander into the kitchen to look for Fu Qingzhou.

After all, he hadn't seen each other for a week, so he was really thinking about it.

Fu Qingzhou's clothes were half wet, and the dishes in the sink were not finished. He pushed away the panting person, his voice was a little hoarse, "I'm messing around in broad daylight."

Jiang Xiao put his forehead against his neck and smiled, dragging him back to his room to change his clothes.

"After taking a nap, wash your two bowls." Jiang Xiao lay on the bed, his two long legs wrapped around his waist dishonestly, "I see that washing a bowl is more laborious than making a bowl. "

Fu Qingzhou slapped him on the thigh, "Then you wash it."

"I cook, but I don't wash the dishes." Jiang Xiao raised an eyebrow at him triumphantly, "It's just that principled, hiss."

"What's wrong?" Fu Qingzhou turned his head and asked him.

Jiang Xiao licked his cheeks, and said indifferently: "It's okay, my tooth hurts."

Fu Qingzhou glanced at him, opened the door and went out, and came back with a medical kit in his hand.

Jiang Xiao instantly became vigilant, "What are you doing, I'm not injured."

Fu Qingzhou sat down by the bed, pointed to his right hand and said, "I haven't shown it all afternoon, and your face is too big."

"Ah." Jiang Xiao was a little embarrassed, "It's not so obvious after thinking about it."

"It's not obvious, I have sharp eyes." Fu Qingzhou lowered his head to take a cotton swab and hydrogen peroxide, "Stretch out your hand."

Jiang Xiao stretched out his hand obediently, and seeing Fu Qingzhou frown tightly, he hurriedly said: "It's really just a small hole, look, if you don't deal with it, it will heal."

Fu Qingzhou raised his head and glanced at him, Jiang Xiao reflexively dared not speak.

This familiar look always made him feel that Fu Qingzhou wanted to fire him.

"With your dad? Or with Jiang Hao'an?" Fu Qingzhou reached out and lifted his chin, "Come here."

Jiang Xiao narrowed his eyes and smiled at him, "Follow them."

Fu Qingzhou's thumb pressed against his cheek, and the pain made him gasp.

"Your dad slapped you, and you slapped Jiang Hao'an again?" Fu Qingzhou miraculously guessed the sequence of events.

"Ang." Jiang Xiao raised his face and asked him to rub the corner of his mouth with medicine, "My dad slaps me too often, mainly because of that idiot Jiang Hao'an, whose brain is scalded like boiling water, full of brains."

"Don't say it so disgusting." Fu Qingzhou patted him on the head lightly.

"The wound on the corner of my mouth was bitten by you just now, right?" Jiang Xiao realized later, "I'm sorry."

"It's late, the wound has healed." Fu Qingzhou let him go, "Why did you quarrel? Didn't the relationship between you and your father ease a lot?"

Jiang Xiao frowned, "He's in menopause."

"Uh..." Fu Qingzhou was silent for a while, "Oh."

"This 50-[-]-year-old man—" Jiang Xiao looked at him teasingly with a drawn-out voice, "Emotions are more sensitive."

Fu Qingzhou slapped him on the forehead.

Jiang Xiao wailed: "I didn't talk about you again!"

Fu Qingzhou stared at him with a half-smile, "How did you know that?"

"Oh, maybe it's just a good brain." Jiang Xiao sighed, trying to get away with it, turned over and got under the quilt, "So sleepy, so sleepy, let's go to sleep."

Fu Qingzhou lay down and closed his eyes.

Jiang Xiao quietly opened his eyes, and after 2 minutes he still didn't hold back, and whispered, "Brother Zhou? Mr. Fu?"

Fu Qingzhou didn't respond.

"Aren't you curious?" Jiang Xiao poked his cheek with a finger.

"I won't force you." Fu Qingzhou said slowly, "Learn from you, you have to be calm."

Jiang Xiao groaned, rolled over twice and put his legs on his stomach, clinging to him like a koala, "Oh, you can ask."

Fu Qingzhou slowly opened his eyes.

Jiang Xiao stretched out his finger to gesture to him, "Actually, you are still a little bit different from Mr. Fu in my memory."

Fu Qingzhou twitched his brows slightly, looked at the little distance he drew, knew that he was fooling people, and couldn't help but said: "You don't do anything else all day but just study me, right?"

"No, I'm still responsible for driving you to pick you up to and from get off work, arranging breakfast and dinner for you to accompany you to the hospital..." Jiang Xiao counted for him with his fingers, and after counting almost, he came to a definite conclusion. "My work is all about you, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Then he hugged Fu Qingzhou and laughed.

Fu Qingzhou reached out and scratched his curly hair, "What's the difference?"

"You don't like coriander, you don't like chopped green onion, but now the taste is exactly the same as mine, with a lot of green onion and coriander added." Jiang Xiao gave him an example, "When I died, you just wore prosthetics for a short time. If you are not used to it, there will be a lot of small movements to adjust, but you don’t have these small movements at all now, which means that you may have worn prosthetics for a long time before, and..."

Jiang Xiao's points were so subtle that even Fu Qingzhou himself didn't notice it, but he remembered it clearly, and he could even infer other cases from one instance.

"And you are always secretly asking me about my attitude and opinion towards men of a certain age." Jiang Xiao clicked his tongue twice, "Don't be too obvious."

"Uh..." Fu Qingzhou covered his eyes with his hand, "Sleep."

"Don't sleep." Jiang Xiao grinned and said, "I don't mind, really, how attractive you are, Mr. Fu, you must not have been bald back then."

Fu Qingzhou's eyelids twitched violently, "Of course not."

"I don't mind if I have it." Jiang Xiao paused, "Well, let's mind it, the Mediterranean is pretty ugly, so you don't have to worry about me, look at my lush and thick hair, seventy or eighty still dominate .”

Fu Qingzhou wanted to sew his mouth shut, but the words came out from between his teeth, "I'm not going to sleep anymore, are I?"

"Of course I slept, I woke up early—hey fuck!" Jiang Xiao suddenly sank, and his whole body was covered under the quilt, "Don't! I was wrong, I was wrong Brother Zhou! Mr. Fu!"

The two of them were chattering back and forth on the bed, and the sky outside didn't know when it was overcast, and it didn't take long for the snow to fall down one after another, covering the holly on the side of the street.

Tan Yuan squatted under the tree smoking a cigarette, the ash fell on the wet floor tiles, and soon dissipated the turbidity.

"I won't do this." Without looking at the people standing beside him, he pressed the burning cigarette on the ground and screwed it out, "Uncle, you should find someone else."

When it first started snowing, it always made people feel clammy and sticky even when panting. Tan Yuan was a little irritable, so he lit another cigarette.

"Xiaoyuan, I have plenty of people who can do this." Ji Feng said unhurriedly: "But Uncle has watched you grow up, and knows that your life is not easy. Your mother will have to go to the hospital once. Thirty to fifty thousand yuan, you have borrowed all the money, no one is willing to lend you, uncle is giving you and your mother a way to survive."

"Money can't burn so quickly in a fire." Tan Yuan took a deep breath of cigarettes, and sneered: "It's dead, it's dead, I don't have to pay for her for the rest of my life, and she's not my mother."

Ji Feng shook his head with a smile, stretched out his hands and compared five, "The superiors said that they can give this number when the matter is completed, uncle means to leave one hundred, and give you the rest. When the time comes, you can treat your mother's illness or go on your own. Be happy as you please."

Tan Yuan paused for a moment while smoking, "500 million?"

Ji Feng nodded, "Young master's life is precious, it's different from our low life."

Tan Yuan gritted his teeth, "Let me think again."

"Time waits for no one, uncle will wait for you for another three days." Ji Feng patted Xue Xue on his sleeve, "If you don't want to, I'll go find someone else."

The snow was falling even harder, and it was heavily pressed on the plastic shed. The thin woman was bending over to cook vegetables, choked by the oily fumes, and kept walking aside to avoid coughing.

Tan Yuan strode over, snatched the spatula from her hand, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing out here!"

Wu Li was not angry when he yelled at him, she smiled at him palely, "I feel much better, I just want to cook something for you tonight, I even cooked noodles—"

"No need." Tan Yuan said coldly, "Don't you know what your body looks like?"

Wu Li squeezed the apron somewhat awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Yuanyuan, mom just wants you to have a warm meal, I won't do it, I won't do it."

Tan Yuan opened his mouth, watching the woman who was only as tall as his chin enter the room with flimsy steps.

The dishes in the pot were already a bit mushy, so he turned off the fire angrily, poured the dishes into a plate, and carried them into the room.

There were already four or five dishes on the table, including fish, pork ribs and his favorite meatballs. A bowl of noodles that had just been served was quietly placed there.

Wu Li put the chopsticks away, and whispered softly: "Happy birthday, far away."

Tan Yuan gritted his throat, walked to the table and put down the plate heavily in his hand, and said with a cold face, "It's not like I don't have a birthday, so you don't know it, so you're messing around."

"But it can't be wasted." Wu Li sat across from him, and put the chopsticks into his hand, "Hurry up and eat while it's hot, I'm so busy every day, I haven't eaten with you for a long time."

Tan Yuan stared at the bowl of noodles for a long time, then picked it up and ate it.

Wu Li sat next to him and looked at him lovingly, "It's far away, it's all mother's fault, mother's body has dragged you down, you could have gone to college well, and then—"

"Is it interesting for you to talk about this all day long?" Tan Yuan raised his head and glared at her, "I don't like to study, and my grades are just like that. Every day, besides fighting, I fall in love. Don't give me a shitty university. edited."

Wu Li looked at him and smiled, but there were tears in her eyes, "Far away, I don't want to be cured."

Tan Yuan slammed the bowl in his hand onto the table, and roared angrily, "You say you'll die! You sold the car, sold the house, sold the money and borrowed so much! If you die, why did you die so early!"

Wu Li's tears fell, "It's too difficult and far away, I can't drag you down anymore, you go, mother will find a way to pay back the money."

Tan Yuan was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to react, his voice suddenly became softer, "Are you driving me away?"

"Far away, you have always known where your home is, right?" Wu Li said with red eyes, "Go home."

"I don't fucking know! How many times have I told you!" Tan Yuan roared, his voice suddenly choked up, "I said I forgot, you are my mother..."

Wu Li clasped her hands vigorously, "Why bother... We have been mother and child for more than ten years, and my mother is very satisfied."

"You don't want me anymore, do you?" Tan Yuan wiped his face vigorously, "What did you say when you picked me up and went home? You said that you will be my own mother from now on, and you will never want me in this life, isn't that right? you said?"

Wu Li looked at him, and suddenly raised her arm and reached out to touch his head, "Far away, why did you grow up so suddenly? Mom feels like I haven't seen you for a long time."

Tan Yuan stared at her fiercely, trying to maintain his questioning momentum, but she just touched his head, which made his nose sore.

"It's your birthday today, let's not talk about that, let's have a good meal." Wu Li patted his head, "I hope we will be happy forever."

Tan Yuan snorted lightly, lowered his head and picked up the noodles in the bowl in silence.

By midnight the snow had thickened.

Jiang Xiao got up to go to the bathroom in a daze, and found that Fu Qingzhou was still staying up late looking at the computer, so he quit immediately, "The Chinese New Year will be the day after tomorrow and you still work overtime! Is that Chang Ziqi a human being!"

"It's not about Brother Chang's company." Fu Qingzhou closed the computer, glanced at his watch, "11:30, it's not too late."

"It's not too late, it's not too late, that's how your body broke down." Jiang Xiao dragged him onto the bed, "You just rely on your youth and good health, you haven't aged before, don't you have points in your heart? ?”

"Old?" Fu Qingzhou looked at him in shock.

"Ah, no." Jiang Xiao hurried to make amends, "My body starts to age gradually after the age of 25 here... or something..."

Fu Qingzhou said firmly: "You really mind."

Jiang Xiao felt wronged, "I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

Fu Qingzhou was about to speak when a rush of ambulance sirens passed by outside, making Jiang Xiao tremble in fright.

"That's a little courage." Fu Qingzhou patted him on the back, "Ambulance."

"I know." Jiang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, "I was frightened by you before, but when I heard this sound, I would tremble, especially in the middle of the night."

Fu Qingzhou opened the curtains and took a look outside, "It's still snowing."

Jiang Xiao poked his head out to look, and there was already a thick snow piled up under the dim lights nearby, and there were still many cars passing by on the road in the distance, but it didn't accumulate much, "Hey, this snow."

"Auspicious snow heralds a good year." Fu Qingzhou closed the curtain, "Tomorrow is the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, go to the supermarket to buy new year's goods."

"Buying new year's goods on 29, I can really hold my breath." Jiang Xiao muttered, rolled over and rolled into the quilt, "Sleep sleep, I'm so sleepy."

Fu Qingzhou turned off the light, and just as Jiang Xiao closed his eyes, he heard the anti-theft door in the corridor outside being shut with a bang, followed by hurried footsteps.

"Damn it, brother Yi, why are you doing this!" Jiang Xiao's drowsiness that had just brewed suddenly faded away, "Why hasn't their house been decorated yet?"

"Doctor Yun has little time." Fu Qingzhou said in a low voice, "I think it's all Dr. Yun who is watching."

"This is too spoiled, Brother Yi is like playing every day." Jiang Xiao yawned, "The ambulance was ringing just now. Could it be that Dr. Yun was called to work overtime?"

Fu Qingzhou hugged him sideways, found a comfortable position and closed his eyes, "It's possible."

"For a while, I couldn't tell which of the two of you was worse." Jiang Xiao squeezed towards him.

"Working overtime makes me happy." Fu Qingzhou said vaguely, "You said so."

"I didn't say that." Jiang Xiao retorted.

"Workaholic is written on Mr. Fu's forehead. The characters must be bold and bold. If there is a motto, I think Mr. Fu must be working and working overtime to make me happy. Heh, the evil capitalist is simply a devil." "" Fu Qingzhou recited it word for word.

"Uh..." Jiang Xiao closed his eyes peacefully, "I can't hear you, I fell asleep."