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After the third day of wandering around the street, Fu Dongqiang got a piece of news.
He used to work as a clerical worker, but seven or eight years of decadence made him forget almost everything he had mastered, and alcohol emptied his body. Even if he put his body there, he still couldn't do physical activities for half an hour. Will be exhausted and out of breath.
He deeply felt the word "trash" that person uttered, and realized even more the fact that Fu Xin raised himselfand was dragged down by him for so many years.
And this news came to him by chance.
Posted on a wall that he often passed by, xx No. 1 Senior Middle School recruited a school accountant. Fu Dongqiang was in a daze and vaguely thought that his son, Fu Xin, was from this high school, right?
And when he was young, he worked as an accountant.
Fu Dongqiang took a few deep breaths, controlled his trembling hands, and gently tore off the clean paper.
The interview time was this afternoon, and he hurried back, intending to tidy himself up, and his walking pace was full of hope.
When eating at noon, besides Fu Xin and Yang Fan, Zong Yuan was beside him.
Yang Fan glanced at Fu Xin several times, wondering, "How can a haircut be so effective? I'm still not used to it from yesterday to now."
Fu Xin, ""
Just ignore him, Yang Fan has gotten used to it these days, not only him, the fat man and others have figured it out, Fu Xin is only lively when facing Zong Yuan, although he usually doesn't talk, but he is easy to get along with, at least they He was also listening carefully to what he said, suitable for being a tree hole, and when getting along, he forgot how he had such an impression of dealing with Xin?
Didn't see that he likes Zhang Zhiliang?
He didn't talk to Zhang Zhiliang, nor did he stare at Zhang Zhiliang, nor did he see any telltale signs that he was shy or fond of.
?The more we get along, the more I feel that what Zong Yuan said is right. Fu Xin only worshiped Zhang Zhiliang for studying well, but was maliciously misinterpreted as liking Zhang Zhiliang, and he was wronged in vain.
Because of this, the few of them felt guilty about Xin Ting and took care of him as much as possible.
Zong Yuan and the others found a place to sit down, the seat next to Zong Yuan was usually reserved for Fu Xin, Yang Fan and the others tacitly gave up their seats, but before Fu Xin sat down with the meal, a girl sat down first with a scent down.
She has a beautiful appearance and light makeup. She is the girl who was rejected when she entered the classroom to confess her love last time.
The first thought of Yang Fan and the others was not to go to the theater, but to go to Fu Xin.
Fu Xin didn't seem to have changed much, with a calm expression, he changed direction and sat next to Dongzi.
The girl's tone was spoiled, "Zong Yuan, I've made it clear, even if you rejected me last time, I won't give up."
What Zong Yuan is most afraid of is being entangled. This situation can be as cruel as it can be. He likes to ignore it, "Who told you to sit here?"
The girl was dissatisfied, "Why can't I sit?"
She looked at Zong Yuan, the vigorous power of youth and the budding masculine charm perfectly blended together in him. For boys and girls of the same age, he has an addictive magic power.
Her voice was commanding, "Zong Yuan, I'm not bad at all, you¡ª"
A bowl of hot soup was poured down from head to toe.
The soup is only warm but not hot, but the sticky and salty soup sprinkled on the skin will make girls want to scream.
She froze for a moment, "Ah!!!"
Fu Xin walked over quickly, grabbed her wrist firmly, and pulled her up forcefully, "Student, I'm sorry, my hand slipped."
Although he smiled apologetically, his eyes were cold, as if they were two glass eyes. The girl's curse words were choked in her throat, and a coldness came from behind her. She instinctively waved Fu Xin away. Hand, as if being chased by a vicious dog, ran out of the restaurant in panic.
Fu Xin clutched the red hand that was patted, and lowered his head, his expression was not clear, but there was a pitiful smell.
Zong Yuan frowned, and stood in front of Zong Yuan in a few steps, with a serious face, "Are you all right?"
It doesn't matter if he is cold-hearted or heartless, he is not worried at all about the girl who just got soaked in soup, but he cares about Fu Xin whose hand was just slapped.
He knew in his heart that the temperature of that soup was never too hot.
Fu Xin put his hands in his pockets, "It's fine."
Zong Yuan held his wrist, and Fu Xin obediently gave in.Have you eaten yet? Looking at the expressionless Zong Yuan again, he reached out to pat Zong Yuan on the shoulder, "Have you eaten yet?" Thank you for taking care of our family"
"enough."
Fu Xin interrupted Fu Dongqiang's words suddenly as if he was irritated. He pulled Zong Yuan behind him, stared at Fu Dongqiang's hand, and said fiercely, "Don't touch him!"
Fu Dongqiang had never faced his furious to vigilant eyes.
He was slightly stunned, "You"
Fu Xin took a few deep breaths and regained his composure. He looked away, "You can find any job as you like, and don't bother me."
He still tightly protects Zong Yuan behind him. Even though he is a head shorter than Zong Yuan, he still holds onto him as tightly as he is protecting food.
Zong Yuan reached out from behind him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, "Let's go back to work."
Fu Dongqiang was still immersed in guilt and embarrassment, and suddenly became confused again.
Why is this voice so familiar?
He chased after the tall classmate next to Fu Xin, Zong Yuan noticed his gaze, tilted his head slightly, and gave him a meaningful smile.
Fu Dongqiang suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and shuddered, this person, no, something is wrong.
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