Cub, daddies want you to be good

In the not-so-quiet office of the Academic Affairs Office, the tall and thin young man described himself as embarrassed, but stood calmly in the corner with a careless expression on his face.

Fu Wan is still a child and needs to study, so there must be a guardian in the household registration book.He has always known that there is a father in the household registration book, but he has never asked who the other party is.

Probably used to the lonely and long life in the dungeon, he has lost his innate dependence and yearning for family affection.

Therefore, when the father who only lived in the household registration booklet walked in, Fu Wan glanced at him with peach blossom eyes that looked exactly like the man, then pursed his lips slightly, and looked away impatiently.

His skinny fingers touched the kitten's head again, and the boy poked the kitten softly down in a bad temper, just like a child playing with a barking doll.

He wanted to call Luo Yu, but the phone was out of power.

Thinking of this, the boy's brows furrowed even tighter.

From the moment he left the dungeon, Fu Wan has been acting very rebellious, arrogant, unkind, and even extremely aggressive.

He has always given people a look of contempt for normal interpersonal relationships, and dismisses all normal communications.

But when facing Luo Yu, he seemed to be a little more relaxed, and when facing unscheming classmates and teachers, he seemed to be polite.

Such an attitude of wandering off the edge of normal social interaction made the teachers of the school feel very headache. At least, they didn't know how to communicate with Fu Wan at all.

Before the man who claimed to be the parent entered the door, the dean was patiently asking Fu Wan why he had just fought.

It's a pity that the boy only said coldly from the beginning to the end: "Seeing that he is unhappy, I will hit him."

What is the reason for this?The dean raised his forehead, thinking that if the parents of the students who were beaten heard such words, they would be so angry.

The teachers were helpless, and now they suddenly saw the famous Mr. Gu Yan in Nancheng, as if they saw a savior.

The dean hurriedly asked the secretary to move a chair for the man and invite him to sit down.

"It's great that Mr. Gu can come here in person." The dean's tone was respectful, which was obviously the attitude he would have when facing someone with considerable prestige.

Gu Yan nodded gently when he heard the words, but didn't go over, just said: "Thank you for your hard work."

Seeing this posture, the teaching director had no choice but to say: "We have watched the incident about Fuwan through the surveillance video near the school, and we have also asked these children. The students who were beaten insisted that Fuwan was looking for faults. , but the video shows that it’s not exactly like that, you can take a look first.”

The director obviously wanted to resolve the matter fairly and justly, so he took the initiative to open the surveillance video.

Gu Yan glanced at the indifferent Fu Wan, turned around, and walked over to watch the video that started playing.

When he saw Fu Wan being pulled from his hand and accidentally punched in the back, the man's palm holding the cane tightened slightly, and his expression became colder.

The duration of the video was very short, but Gu Yan immediately asked after watching it, "Where are those children?"

"They were seriously injured and have been sent to the school hospital for bandages," said the director.

"Very good." Gu Yan moved the crutch in his hand, coughed in a low voice, and asked, "What about my son? Wanwan also has injuries on his face."

In fact, the tone of these words is very light, and you can't even hear the blame, but it inexplicably makes people feel a sense of oppression.

The dean of teaching immediately felt the cold sweat on his back, and quickly explained: "Actually, the teacher wanted to send a bowl of tea to bandage, but the child refused all the time, and we couldn't force the student to do something. What happened? I have also seen that the fault is not all in Fu Wan, but he is unwilling to change his explanation, and we have nothing to do."

Gu Yan sighed slightly after hearing this, and said, "Sorry, I misunderstood. Can I have a few words with my son first?"

"Of course it's okay." The director had long since had nothing to do with Fu Wan, and wished that Gu Yan, the father, could solve it by himself, so he hurriedly left the two of them in the inner office, and took the other teachers to the outer room.

There was a moment of silence in the office.

Fu Wan glanced at the empty room, took off his schoolbag and stood it on the ground, then squatted down and poked the cat lightly with his fingers.

When he is in a bad mood, he always likes to squat in a daze, and when his feet are numb, he will get up by himself without comfort.

Gu Yan looked at the child distressedly for a while, walked over with a somewhat vain pace, and reluctantly followed him to squat down, and looked at the boy.

The man looked in extremely poor physical condition, such a simple movement could make cold sweat break out on his forehead in an instant.

He rested for a few seconds, waited for his voice to calm down, and said softly: "Wanwan's face is injured, can you go and bandage it first?"

Fu Wan raised his head, was silent for a while, and then said blankly: "No need."

"Then you tell me why you fight, and I'll help you explain to the teacher, how about it?" Gu Yan smiled kindly, with obvious tenderness on his pale face.

It's a pity that Fu Wan didn't buy it, and said with arrogance and vileness: "I hit the first one, what's the explanation? I deliberately walked over to let him catch me, and he was the one who beat me."

The arrogant and arrogant words of the young man sounded really rampant, but Gu Yan showed pity in his eyes. He looked at Fu Wan for a while and said, "Father doesn't believe that you will beat someone for no reason. Wan Wan is a good boy."

Fu Wan lowered his eyes in disdain, ignoring people.

"Father knows that you don't want to tell me the real reason for the beating, but you can't just leave the wound untreated, and you can't just live here." Gu Yan put away some serious thoughts and said, "I'll let the teacher come in later , let me explain, don't talk, can you?"

"What do you think?" Fu Wan is now a small cannonball, and it is impossible for him not to fire.

Gu Yan really has nothing to do with his son, but if Fu Wan doesn't change his words, the teachers need to explain to the parents of the students who were beaten. It is absolutely impossible for Fu Wan to leave like this. ?

The embarrassed expression on the man's face was not obvious, but Fu Wan still noticed it.

He glanced at the cold sweat on the other person's forehead and his unusually pale face, and said calmly: "You don't need to come here, just go back and cancel the name on the account, it's not difficult for you."

Luo Yu definitely contributed a lot to turning him from a black household into a person with legal status, but on the surface it was still this man who was going through the formalities, so there was no way he couldn't help it.

Gu Yan's expression suddenly turned cold, and he said, "I only have one son, Wanwan, or just you as a family. I don't care about your affairs, who else can I care about? Dad has no regrets in this life. Good morning, you haven't grown up yet, how can you rest assured? You are not allowed to mention the household registration book again."

The other party's weak voice was completely contrary to firmness, Fu Wan lowered his eyes halfway, and stopped poking the cat with his hand, pursed his thin lips tightly, and remained silent.

He suddenly remembered that the woman on the road just now also looked weak and pale, but there seemed to be light in her eyes, which had never been extinguished. She was exactly the same as the old man in front of her. She was dying of illness, and she was still squatting here talking nonsense to him.

Obviously both are fathers, Zhou Xing looks like a jerk, and Fu Xingzhi looks like a student, why is there such a big difference between this old man surnamed Gu?

Fu Wan refused to agree, and Gu Yan was really reluctant to force his son, so he stood up with a cane and went to the outside room.

The sound of vain footsteps faded away before the boy moved, took out the phone in his schoolbag, and pressed the power button.

The screen of the phone lights up for a moment, then the battery runs out and turns off.

Within a minute, the door was opened again, and Gu Yan came in with a glass of water.

From the perspective of Fu Wan, you can just see the wheelchair parked outside.

The man came over, knelt down and handed the cup over, saying, "Drink a glass of water first."

Fu Wan didn't pick it up, so he kept raising his hands, asking in a deliberative way: "Wanwan, can you tell Dad, what will happen before you change your mind? Dad can agree to anything...except for the dissolution of father-son relationship."

Fu Wan stared at the man's slightly sick face, and suddenly said, "Lend me your phone."

Gu Yan was a little surprised, and asked, "What do you need a mobile phone for?"

Despite his doubts, he put down the cup directly, took out his mobile phone and handed it to Fu Wan.

However, the teenager took the phone and quickly typed a series of phone numbers, but it didn't move.

He lowered his head, and Gu Yan could only see the youth's porcelain-white face. In the dim light of the room, it seemed to emit a milky white gleam. Sharp and rugged beauty.

Gu Yan has known for a long time that Fu Wan grows well, but it is the first time he realizes that this child who he thinks is beautiful and needs to be protected, after growing up alone, is no longer a delicate flower growing out of the mud in spring, but A proud green bamboo in the cold winter.

Arrogance and unyielding engraved in the bone marrow, far surpassing the beauty visible to the naked eye.

He sighed slightly, and asked softly, "What's wrong with Wanwan?"

Fu Wan raised his head, remained silent for a moment, handed over the phone, and said, "You call."

The son's attitude suddenly softened, and Gu Yan was overjoyed. He smiled and took a look, but it was a series of familiar numbers.

"You want Dad to find Luo Yu?" Gu Yan asked.

Fu Wan didn't speak, just nodded.

He shouldn't show weakness, but if Gu Yan is not allowed to call, he doesn't know how to talk to Luo Yu, saying that he wants Luo Yu to come over.

Fu Wan's frankness really made Gu Yan silent for a long time.The son suddenly became obedient, but the reason was because of that boy Luo Yu, so he was too embarrassed to make the call himself.

But as an old father, the most obvious difference between Gu Yan and other fathers is that he is rational and mature enough, and puts his son first in everything.

After confirming that Fu Wan would change his words only when Luo Yu came over, the old father Mr. Gu finally relaxed his eyebrows and said, "Father promises you. However, there is no need to call. Luo Yu came with me, so he will wait outside. "

He wasn't even willing to wait, if he hadn't insisted on being alone with his son for a while, Luo Yu, a brat who was born in the army with such a bloody and iron-blooded style, would have rushed in his mother.

It was rare for Mr. Gu to abandon his gentlemanly demeanor and cursed in his heart, just in line with the behavior of a certain brat who teased him as a bad old man in front of Fu Wan that day.