What bad thoughts can a canary have?

Lin Fei lay on his back, turned over, buried his cheeks in the soft pillow, the faint fragrance of detergent entered his nose, and closed his eyes meekly. The back pain after strenuous exercise was real, and he was too lazy to move.

Fu Shiyue took off his suit jacket, threw it on the hanger casually, and stepped to his side. The curve under the boy's white T-shirt was tight, and his back was slightly sunken. He was not familiar with the technique, and the force was evenly controlled. "It hurts here?"

"A little higher." Lin Fei's voice was muffled in the pillow, and he whispered, "Uncle Fu, your hands are so hot."

Fu Shiyue looked deeply at his white and slender back neck, his eyes traced the thin shoulder blades, "You're not called daddy anymore?"

Lin Fei faintly laughed, "You like me calling it that?"

"Call it whatever you want."

Fu Shiyue had no distractions, the fabric of the T-shirt was thin, and it was easy to feel delicate and flexible under his palms, with youthful vigor and firmness. Lin Fei was very thin and thin, as if his waist could be cut off with a little force.

Lin Fei raised his face, his sullen cheeks were flushed, his eyes sparkled, and he didn't make up his mind, "I call you brother? Do you dare to promise?"

Fu Shiyue rubbed it hard twice, Lin Fei grinned in pain, and then he eased his strength, changing from massaging to caressing, "Continue to think."

Lin Fei couldn't help moving around, not forgetting to play tricks, "I call you brother, Zhou Mian calls you uncle, what should Zhou Mian call me then?"

Fu Shiyue chuckled, but didn't answer, and didn't give him a chance to flirt.

Lin Fei was quiet for a while, and his sore and tired muscles gradually eased like taking a hot bath. Fu Shiyue's palm was broad and dry, with well-defined joints, and a warm feeling flowed through him, a strange itchy and numb cold.

In the quiet space, there was only the slight sound of cloth rubbing against each other. Without turning his head, Lin Fei felt the direct gaze, poking at every inch of his texture, and clearly felt the pure breath falling from the back of his neck, the faintly forbidden touch, Involuntarily breathing quickly, "You are too bad, I don't want to press it anymore, I want to drink water."

"it is good."

Fu Shiyue's tall figure left, and Lin Fei was left alone on the narrow sofa, feeling that the strong aggressiveness was swept away. Is it so exciting to fall in love with your uncle?

On the first day back to school, Lin Fei finished his classwork and plunged into the science laboratory to tinker with the improvement plan of the guide dog robot. Most of the work that needs to be done by him has been completed, and the rest is left to professionals.

Principal Qian walked in the door with his hands behind his back. A few students were about to say hello. He waved his hand to stop him. He walked behind Lin Fei. The young man held his phone in both hands, and the screen stayed on the search engine.

Lin Fei tilted his face and flicked the screen carelessly. Principal Qian's serious voice sounded behind him, "Why do my legs go soft after the massage..."

"Usually the amount of exercise is too little, exercise more." Principal Qian said.

Lin Fei reacted quickly, closed the phone with a snap, stood up, and said without changing expression, "Hi, principal."

Principal Qian was full of joy, "The training has been hard for you these past few days, and you have to be a robot when you return to school, pay attention to your body, and combine work and rest."

The students next to him looked at Lin Fei as if they were looking at an alien. This is because the principal caught him playing with his mobile phone, right?Why is the plot development different from others?

Principal Qian looks quite happy?

"Thank you, Headmaster."

"Just tell the school if you need anything in the experiment, and the school will fully cooperate with you."

"Okay, thank you principal."

"you are welcome."

Principal Qian measured him up and waved, "Come out with me, someone wants to see you by name."

Lin Fei's first reaction was Professor Chen. He just met him a few days ago. What can I do with him?If Professor Chen was looking for him, he would not come to the school, and the matter could be settled with a phone call.

who can that be?

Principal Qian walked in front with his hands behind his back, and asked casually: "Lin Fei, I think your file is very beautiful. Which university did your parents go to? Are the people you usually associate with terrible?"

There was a man standing in front of the principal's office. He was not young, with a dignified appearance, dressed like a scholar. Lin Fei looked vaguely familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Principal Qian thought about it, "This is Researcher Gao. He gave a lecture at Qian University last week. Our school magazine did an interview for him. Researcher Gao named you as a reporter."

"Don't bother, just call me Professor Gao." Professor Gao smiled implicitly.

Lin Fei couldn't remember where he had met him, but the other party could call the name, probably because he knew him, and said obediently, "Professor Gao, hello."

Principal Qian was even more certain that Lin Fei had a profound background. Lin Fei didn't know Researcher Gao, but he did!

Although this person is not as professional as Professor Chen, his life experience is talked about in the education field. In the early years, he worked as a mathematics professor in a domestic university. He is well-known in the industry for his excellent professional ability. Humorous and funny, he is very attractive to students, develops according to the routine, and after many years, he will become a big name in the industry.

But this man took an unusual path. He was still in school on the first day, and resigned the next day to fly to Africa to see the Southern Cross. Since then, his life has been like a train derailed. It is said that he has worked as a painter, a priest, and a street artist , The most outrageous thing is that he even drove a taxi. As usual, this person researched academic research to the point of madness.

Last month, he unexpectedly resigned and returned to China to join the Aerospace Research Institute in Linjiang. He became a researcher. Whenever he talked about Professor Gao, he would give him a thumbs up. life attitude.

For such a legendary figure, Lin Fei asked Lin Fei to interview him by name. Lin Fei was neither humble nor overbearing, and could relax freely. How deep was his family background in order to develop such an aura?

"Have you guys finished school yet? Walk around with me." Professor Gao walked downstairs while talking.

Lin Fei followed in a few steps, leaving Principal Qian alone to figure it out.

The two walked to the school parking lot one after the other. Professor Gao was in a good mood, smiling all the way, and asked some innocuous questions.

While answering, Lin Fei wondered where he had seen Professor Gao before. When he looked up, he saw a standard handsome guy, leaning on a black Land Rover door, wearing a white shirt, light blue jeans, and showing a mouthful of neat white teeth under the sun, with an inexplicable affinity.

Looking at his age, he doesn't look like a student, let alone a teacher. If the attached high school has such a handsome teacher, the rate of admission will jump up. Lin Fei has a natural liking for good-looking people.

Professor Gao stopped in his tracks and looked back at Lin Fei, "This is my student. He just came to work in Qiantang. You take him to eat the braised pork in front of University Qian. The interview will be discussed another day."

The handsome guy smiled politely at him, walked over, stretched out his hand, and said in a pleasant voice, "Hello, my name is He Yanning, please excuse me."

Lin Fei felt as if he was being treated as a tool man, and shook his hand, "Hi, my name is Lin Fei, please don't trouble me."

He Yanning took out the car keys, and opened the passenger door in a gentlemanly manner, "I drove my brother yesterday, if the height is not suitable, tell me, and I'll adjust it for you."

Lin Fei sat in it gracefully, the car smelled very good, unlike Fu Shiyue's elegant and noble fragrance, He Yanning's car smelled like incense in a temple, gentle and restrained.

Professor Gao waved, shook off his burden, and walked towards the food street outside the campus without looking back.

He Yanning turned on the air conditioner in the car, looked at Professor Gao's back, and smiled helplessly, "Sorry, Professor Gao is my tutor, I haven't returned to China for more than ten years, and I don't know the way to many places, he thinks I'm troublesome, let me get rid of this trouble now Here you go."

"It's okay." Lin Fei put on his seat belt, and because of He Yanning's good looks, he was willing to spend an hour for him, "Is Professor Gao your university tutor?"

He Yanning nodded, and said truthfully: "Professor Gao is my tutor in Cambridge, and now we are working together at the Institute of Astronautics."

Another top student, Lin Fei admired him. There was Fu Shiyue, who dropped out of Stanford, and Professor Chen, who was awarded the Fields Medal. Even the two robots that Fu Shiyue sent him to make were graduates of top universities. I used to think that I was a top student, but now I compare it, it is far worse than these people.

"It's amazing." Lin Fei admired it sincerely.

He Yanning laughed out loud, very sunny, "I heard from Professor Gao that you are good at mathematics, and the mathematics major in Cambridge is quite fun. It is a little easier than Oxford, and you don't need to take mathematics and philosophy. As soon as I heard this course, I thought sleep."

"Professor Gao knows me?" Lin Fei became interested, sat up straight, and asked sincerely, "Is the Cambridge exam difficult?"

When he was a child, he was always the first in his grades, and his relatives would jokingly ask him whether he would go to Cambridge or Oxford in the future. He had seriously considered it at that time, but the more he learned about it, the more he realized that the chances were not great.

Academic performance is not the main criterion for admission. This type of school pays more attention to how many domestic and foreign competition medals, internship experience in well-known companies, and recommendation letters from various leaders.

To put it cruelly, children from ordinary families have little chance, and the rich and powerful also depend on luck.

He Yanning lowered his head and pursed his lips, suppressing a smile, "It's the first time you've met Professor Gao, he should not be like this now, he's usually more independent."

Maverick?

A word awakened the dreamer, and Lin Fei suddenly realized that the hot-eyed lady-wearing tycoon he met in the museum was completely different from today's bookish appearance, no one would recognize him, right?

"Your tutor's hobbies are really special."

He Yanning couldn't help but smile, "Don't worry, he's just experiencing life and testing everyone's tolerance for minority groups, it's not what you think."

Lin Fei didn't think about anything, he just felt that there were question marks in his mind, he really knew how to play.

He Yanning suppressed his smile, coughed a few times, and looked into his bright eyes, "Is the exam difficult, you'll know if you try it?"

Lin Fei really wanted to try it, not for anything else, just to see a bigger world and experience a life that he had never experienced before.

He didn't have a chance before, but now he has a boyfriend with great powers, which other people can't wait for, and he will be sorry for himself if he doesn't try hard.

He Yanning parked his car at the entrance of a Chinese restaurant. The restaurant was not big, and the door sign looked old, with orange lights on. There were a few customers sitting in the glass windows, and it smelled like fireworks.

"My tutor has studied the braised pork for half a year. I'm really curious how delicious it is." He Yanning poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

Lin Fei smiled, took out his mobile phone, and was about to send a message to Fu Shiyue, only to find that the mobile phone had a black screen and was out of battery, "Can I borrow your mobile phone and rent a power bank for me?"

He Yanning handed him the phone, "I'm not used to WeChat and Alipay, so you can do it yourself."

The screen saver is He Yanning's graduation photo, with a rainbow flag filter, his sexual orientation is clearly visible, his heart is really big enough.

Lin Fei charged the phone and returned it to him. He Yanning looked at his smooth operation, and said in an inexplicably innocent tone, "It's so convenient, can it still be like this?"

"..."

Lin Fei made him laugh, "You're a Cambridge graduate, so what you say is as if you've never seen the world."

"Many people say that. My mentor encourages me to make more friends. You are my first friend." He Yanning looked at him, showing two rows of neat little white teeth.

Lin Fei thinks this friend is very interesting, and you will feel very humorous when chatting with this kind of person. While turning on the phone, he said, "I will take you to visit Qiantang when I have time on weekends, so that you can experience the ever-changing technological life.

He Yanning was in a happy mood, "Okay, I'll add you on WeChat, and I'll treat you to dinner and shopping."

Lin Fei scanned the QR code and added it, lowered his head and tapped on his phone, and changed a note.

[He Yanning]: Xiao Fei, thank you.

Lin Fei raised his head, "You're welcome."

Opposite the hotel was an office building, with a few lonely lights on, sparsely populated, it was supposed to be the quietest moment, but there was a lot of voices at this time, Lin Fei turned his head and looked over.

Crowds of people pulled up banners, and saw that they were here to collect debts from a p2p financial company, shouting at the top of their lungs, and a few police uncles maintained order at the scene.

A familiar figure came out under the cover of bodyguards. Even though he was wearing a decorator's clothes, Lin Fei could still recognize it as Mr. Zheng, that bastard.

Compared to the last time, it looked like he had been in prison for ten years before he came out. He was ashamed, like a mouse crossing the street, walked to the parking space at the entrance of the hotel, took the car keys, and secretly observed the situation on the opposite side.

Lin Fei felt bad when he thought of the severed formalin finger. He had to ask Mr. Zheng clearly before getting up and striding out.

"Hey."

When Mr. Zheng heard his voice, Yuanrun's body froze suddenly. He turned his head away, looked around and trembled violently, "What are you doing?!"

Lin Fei didn't expect to frighten him into such a bear, and glanced at Mr. Zheng's hand, which was wrapped in thick gauze as expected.

Mr. Zheng met his gaze, backed away in a panic, stepped on the edge of the flower bed, and fell on his back in a hurry. He couldn't care about anything, and begged for mercy while crawling, "Mr. Fu, I was wrong, I don't dare again, I'm all voluntary..."

Lin Fei was frightened by his ghostly appearance, and took a few steps forward, but Mr. Zheng couldn't dodge. A man in his 40s actually covered his ears like a child, speaking incoherently in horror, "I'm all voluntary, no It's your business, I gave it to you voluntarily, it's none of your business, please let me go, I still have children!"

"Are you all right? He's not here." Lin Fei frowned, seeing that he was out of his mind.

Mr. Zheng turned a deaf ear and fell into a kind of extreme fear. He slapped his cheek hard and made a crackling sound, attracting the eyes of countless passers-by, "I'm guilty, I deserve it, I did it voluntarily..."

The abnormal behavior attracted the eyes of the other side of the road. A group of people rushed over and surrounded Mr. Zheng, yelling to pay back the money. Mr. Zheng got into the crowd and showed a smile of salvation.

"Lin Fei, your phone rings again. The enemy crystal is calling, do you want to answer it?" He Yanning's voice sounded behind him.

Lin Fei came back to his senses, took the phone, and pressed the connect button, "Uncle Fu."

"You're not at school."

"My phone is out of battery. I wanted to tell you not to pick me up. I'm having dinner with a friend."

"Zhou Mian?" Fu Shiyue said calmly.

"No, I just met today, working in a scientific research institute, it's amazing!"

Lin Fei smiled politely at He Yanning, and He Yanning touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment.

"You're smiling and he's next to you?"

"You have good ears. He is waiting for me to eat. What are you doing?"

Fu Shiyue was silent for a few seconds, then said lightly, "I'm writing the code for a guide dog."

Lin Fei blinked, and the boss of Kerui wrote the code himself, a little moved, "Uncle Fu, you are so kind, I will go to your house after dinner and write the code with you."

"Don't worry, it's rare for you to meet new friends, so you can chat more."

"It's too late today. I'm going to take him around Qiantang on the weekend. I'll ask you for a vacation first, lest you get jealous." Lin Fei said in a low voice.

Fu Shiyue smiled softly through the receiver, "Don't keep your friends waiting, eat well, send me the address of the restaurant, and the driver will pick you up later."

Lin Fei hummed softly, "Goodbye, Uncle Fu."

Fu Shiyue pressed to hang up, without any warmth in his eyes, unbuttoned two shirt buttons with one hand, leaned on the chair, raised his head and took a deep breath, the protruding Adam's apple seemed to be floating on the tip of a knife, and the blue veins on his neck were slightly raised.

No one in the huge office dared to speak, and a slight whining sound came from Lin Jinhua's mouth, which was stuck with tape. The bodyguard beside him turned pale, and hurriedly covered him, for fear of getting hurt.

After a few minutes, Fu Shiyue stood up and rolled up his sleeves. The silver cufflinks were bright and elegant. Lin Jinhua was kneeling on the ground and struggled desperately, but it was of no avail.

Fu Shiyue raised his jaw slowly.

The bodyguard tore off the tape with a "Zi La", and Lin Jinhua gasped, "You are breaking the law!"

Fu Shiyue looked condescendingly, and his voice was cold, "Your son made me angry today, and I don't want to punish him. You come and learn the lesson for him."

"What do you want to do! I don't think of him as my son, it's none of my business!" Lin Jinhua raised his voice, hoping to attract attention, but he didn't know that the sound insulation measures in this office were top-notch.

Fu Shiyue held a neat row of golf clubs in the cabinet next to the wall, all of which were of great value. He picked one at random and weighed it casually, "Wrong, you should be glad you have such a son."

With such a son, at least Lin Jinhua is intact.