flammable relationship

The young girl fell asleep before watching the movie, and Zhou Ao, the winner of life, held his wife in one hand and the child in the other, winked at Fu Yiheng, and walked away complacently.

Fu Yiheng sent the family who existed only to piss off the single dog to the elevator, then turned around and knocked on the door of the neighbor's house next door.

As soon as the first knock was made, the second knock hadn't hit the ground, and the door couldn't wait to open a crack.As if the man happened to be guarding the door.

Fu Yiheng withdrew his half-fallen hand in embarrassment, and bowed slightly: "Sir, I'm sorry to trouble you, I'll come and pick up the cat."

The note was quickly handed out: Now?Where are the children?

Fu Yiheng reckoned that this person was worried that he would take the cat back now, and if he bumped into the children at home, the lies he told before would be self-defeating.

"The child has just been picked up by the family." Fu Yiheng explained, "Tomorrow I will give the cat to my parents to keep. The old people like small animals."

There was a moment of silence inside the door, and there was a loud bang. Listening to the movement, it should be that some heavy object hit the floor.

"what happened?"

Fu Yiheng's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously wanted to push the door, but the door didn't move, maybe it was blocked in advance.

After waiting for two seconds, the fluffy white million limped out from the open door, with a festive little red bow tie tied around its neck, and a post-it note stuck on its chubby head: I Thought the child was yours, I heard him call you Papa...

"A godfather is also a father." Fu Yiheng squatted down, and scratched Wan Wan's chin with his slender fingers. The little cat squinted its eyes and raised its head, purring comfortably from its throat, expressing that it was very useful.Fu Yiheng tugged at the little bow tie that he bought somewhere, and smiled, "It seems that Mr. likes millions very much."

Post-It Notes: It's Called Millions?

"Well, the daughter took it. Oh, the daughter is my godson, the name is Yinuo, the nickname is Qianjin, and the name is Qianjin. Tsk, don't tell me, I don't think so, it sounds like a brother to Wanwan."

Tired from standing, Fu Yiheng took advantage of the situation and sat on the tiled floor. There was still alcohol in his stomach, which was flammable, so he was more enthusiastic and talked more than usual.It stands to reason that this way of communicating like talking to himself should be awkward, but on the contrary, he unexpectedly finds it interesting, like a tree hole, and has the desire to talk about something.

Maybe he, like Hua Yinuo, inexplicably believes that this quiet neighbor is a good person.

Post-it note: If you are inconvenient, you can leave the million with me.

I like it so much.

"Are you willing to raise it?" Fu Yiheng was a little happy, he crossed his legs and swayed from side to side twice, "That would be great, my instinct tells me that you will be a good master. Isn't it, a million? "

Wanwan turned his ears slightly to express his agreement, then put his two short front legs on his thigh with a little difficulty, and then put his head on it, looking at him with light brown eyes, begging hug.

In Fu Yiheng's bent eyes, there was tenderness like water. He picked up the little kitten, hugged it into his arms, and smoothed the fur one by one.

The smile didn't reach his eyes, if Wei Ran could get closer, he would notice the deeper lines at the end of Mr. Fu's eyes, and he would notice that Mr. Fu's temperament had changed subtly compared with four years ago. He became calmer, more easy-going, and the fireworks on his body became heavier.

It's hard to say whether this is a good thing or not.

Because it's hard to say whether this is a more advanced camouflage with ease.

The unfamiliar and scribbled font on the sticky note expresses very human concern: Are you unhappy?

There are many unexplainable strange phenomena in the world. For example, people are always more inclined to confide their feelings to strangers in quiet nights.

"I can't say I'm unhappy, this decision should be worthy of being happy." Fu Yiheng curled his lips and muttered, "But if I really want to say I'm happy, it's against my will. It's this embarrassing and contradictory mental state that makes me more happy than the incident itself. unhappy."

It was too awkward, Fu Yiheng was dumbfounded, and burst into laughter: "Sorry, I'm a teacher, and it's easy to twist and turn and lose track of the point."

One advantage of expressing in words is that it can perfectly hide the information revealed by facial expressions or voice tone. The sticky note is as simple as four words: Emotional problem?

Fu Yiheng raised his eyebrows and joked, "I look like I'm trapped by love?"

Post-it note: No, you only look handsome.

Fu Yiheng looked at it, and raised his eyebrows even higher. Do patients with social phobia boast that people are so straightforward?After thinking about it, yes, anyway, you can't look at your face, and only when you are serious in front of your face, you can't say flattering words.

It's simple, and Fu Yiheng would also say, "Although I haven't seen it before, you should be quite handsome."

Post-it notes: flattering each other?

"It's called ritual exchange."

Post-it note: When it comes to reciprocating courtesy, I did you a favor.

Fu Yiheng is a sensible person: "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

Post-it note: I want to ask you a question.

"You say."

The question may be a bit long, and it will take some time to write it down word by word. There was no movement inside the door for a while, the voice-activated lights in the corridor were off, and the million nests were about to fall asleep in their arms, and the post-it notes were slowly coming out. late.

Fu Yiheng snapped his fingers to wake up the voice-activated light, squinted his eyes, and wrote on the paper: I was impulsive and made a mistake, and the other party was a very important person to me, and now I want to save it, no matter the cost, no matter the price, You say, will he forgive me?

Dare to feel really trapped by love is this one.

It's not easy for Fu Yiheng to ask you what heinous mistake you made, let alone make wild guesses based on the limited information, so he can only excuse embarrassingly: "I am also a mess of accounts, really. I have no position to give you any useful advice on such issues."

Post-it notes: What about you?Would you forgive someone who hurt you?

This is a good question for a specific situation.

Fu Yiheng's hand touching the cat paused sensitively, but he couldn't find the right rhythm again. Wan Wan was so upset that he broke free from his arms with a meow, and then went back the same way and squeezed in through the crack of the door. I was hungry and went back to find food.

The unbearable silence lasted for a while.

"A person I knew answered this way a few years ago." Finally, Fu Yiheng stood up holding the white square paper, and brushed off the invisible dust on his pants. Because he lowered his head, he couldn't see his face from the monitor in the entrance. The expression said, "Well, it's hard to forgive, and it's too tiring to worry about, forget it, I owe him. Life is so long, and the brain is so big, wouldn't it be better to remember some beautiful things? "

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand smartly and entered his home.

Wei Ran stood behind the door for a long time, until the numbness of his stiff legs disappeared.

He remembered that passage, because it was said by him himself, and it was about Zhang Yi's nonsense.

Fu Yiheng changed a few words when quoting. Wei Ran said at the time that forgiveness was impossible, so he changed "impossible" to "difficult".

This small change might just be Fu Yiheng's misremembering, but it gave Wei Ran great motivation and courage. "Difficult" means there is still a chance. Before the road is sealed, he still has hope.

After being depressed for nearly half a month, in the end, it turned out to be a ridiculous oolong. The child does not belong to Fu Yiheng, and Fu Yiheng does not belong to anyone.

The heavy haze was swept away, and Wei Ran was freed from the shackles of looking forward and backward. He was refreshed immediately. He picked up the laptop that had dropped from his hands due to excitement, and took a second to decide happily. Stop continuing to buy low-priced stocks of Aofeng Group, and the goal is not to infiltrate Aofeng's board of directors, but to directly chop them into painless wool.

For these stocks in hand, soon after the stock price returns to normal value, the price difference between them will be enough for him and Atletico Madrid to earn a lot of money.

It can be regarded as reporting the old grievances of being deliberately provoked by Zhou Ao at the school gate.

In some matters, Wei Ran's penny-pinching character is fully reflected.In other matters, to be precise, he was extremely generous in matters that specifically related to a certain person, and he was so generous that ordinary people could not understand.

For example, he intentionally crashed a car and paid for repairs. He remitted a huge sum of money to the unfortunate car owner to buy a new car directly.

Fu Yiheng looked at the unprecedentedly high balance on the account, one was the first and the other was the largest.

Half a month passed, and there was no news from the other party. The car was repaired a long time ago, and it only cost less than a fraction of the windfall. He was not rewarded for nothing. Any strange phone calls that seem to be asking for money.

At the beginning, it was agreed to refund more and make up less, but the other party didn't seem to care where the money was spent at all, and didn't seem to be in a hurry to get it back.Fu Yiheng sometimes wondered, if he didn't take the initiative to find out the business card and type it, would the rich man really not want the money?

It was the assistant surnamed He who answered the phone.

The tone is still respectful and polite as always, and there is no fault in it. The calm tone makes people feel very comfortable, the kind of comfort that can chat for an entire afternoon without feeling tired.But, as soon as he mentions asking for an account to transfer money, this person will start practicing Tai Chi endlessly.

In the end, even Fu Yiheng, who is such a patient person, felt a little suffocated.

"Mr. He, I don't quite understand. You just need to give me an account and you can easily get things done. Why is it so troublesome to save a meal? Your manager must be a busy person who counts every second, so don't waste his precious time." Bar?"

"No trouble, no trouble." Under Wei Ran's unsmiling gaze, He Yantai silently wiped the fine sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, and continued to smile, "This is because our manager made a mistake first, and losing money can't show sincerity , I still ask you to be present at the dinner tonight, and if you want to inquire about the account number or ask for spiritual compensation, you can directly talk to the manager himself.”

The other party didn't know what to say, He Yantai glanced at Wei Ran, turned slightly sideways, and lowered his voice: "Oh, Mr. Fu, I'm just a small assistant, everything is the meaning of the above, don't make things difficult for me The time and place will be sent to you later by text message, thank you for your cooperation and support, see you there.”

Ending the stalemate conversation at a fast speed, he breathed a sigh of relief, put the hot phone back into his pocket, and reported the situation to Wei Ran: "Mr. look……"

"Don't worry, we will come. Our Mr. Fu is a good young man who talks about five things and four beauties, and he is not greedy for windfall." Wei Ran jumped off his desk and put down the lighter he was playing with in his hand. In the past, in terms of time, it was set at seven o’clock in the evening. Uh, how do you do it in TV dramas? Oh yes, the show has to be reserved, and the lineup must be big. Please, Lao He, I need an impressive and perfect appearance .”

He Yantai: "..."

What's the matter with this domineering president's sense of sight of spending money like water to chase after his little wife?

Mr. Fu doesn't look like a little wife...

The author has something to say: Tomorrow we will officially meet again.