Professor he started chasing stars

Fu Jinyan received Fu Shengyu's WeChat message outside the door.

He stared at this aggrieved and pitiful expression for a while, then smiled.

[Fu Jinyan: Get up.How did you get the egg yolk? 】

[The only honest person on the whole network: What egg yolk? [doubt]】

[Fu Jinyan: It's the egg yolk with eyes. 】

Fu Shengyu almost sprayed his water on the phone screen.

Once you accept this setting...

Fu Shengyu looked at the emoji expression now, and the screen was full of egg yolks.

[The only honest person on the whole network: This is an emoji expression, on the right side of the input box. [cover face]]

Following his instructions, Fu Jinyan opened up a new world.

Egg yolks with various expressions.

[Fu Jinyan: I see, it's very interesting. [Smile]】

If someone else sent Fu Shengyu this dead emoji, Fu Shengyu could directly block him and shake the contact.

But Mr. Fu's post was very friendly.

Fu Jinyan held the mobile phone in his left hand and took out the key in his right hand. He was about to open the door when the voice of the Chinese teacher sounded behind him.

"Hello? Who are you looking for? Teacher Fu is not at home, he has gone to the provincial capital... Teacher Fu!"

The Chinese teacher recognized him and covered his mouth in surprise.

Fu Jinyan's whole body has taken on a new look, and the well-coordinated matching of his suit makes him look nothing like a supporting teacher. He is a little embarrassed to be stared at.

"My clothes are dirty, so... I'll just... um." Fu Jinyan pushed open the door and dodged into the room, "I'm going to change my clothes."

"No need!" the Chinese teacher exclaimed, "You are so handsome, Mr. Fu, you should wear it like this!"

"……Is it?"

Fu Jinyan clutched his pants restrainedly.

"This must not be your vision, is it? Did classmate Fu choose it for you?"

"Yes."

"I knew that this kid is proficient in everything except studying."

"He's studying hard."

After Fu Jinyan said it, he was surprised that he was refuting others.

"Yes, after all, he is your student." The Chinese teacher smiled, "Mr. Fu, you will follow this style from now on, and keep my eyes on me every day."

"it is good……"

Fu Jinyan readily accepted this proud change.

……

Fu Shengyu was already knocking on the door of Fu Yi's room.

"Brother Yi! Brother Yi! Brother Yi!"

Fu Yi drooped his pajamas and opened the door with a sullen face.

"Sunday's reminder... Huh? Fu Shengyu? Aren't you on the loess high slope?"

"I'm on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau! No...you don't know I'm back?"

"How did I know you were back, and you didn't notify me." Fu Yi yawned, "Otherwise I'd go out and hide for two days."

Fu Shengyu was annoyed: "Didn't you hear me making such a big noise last night?"

"I heard it." Fu Yi said lazily, "I was thinking about being haunted at night, and I covered the quilt so I didn't dare to make a sound."

"Forget it, I don't want to talk to you... come out for dinner."

Fu Yi poked out half of his head: "You did it?"

"I bought it."

Fu Yi was humming a ditty in the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, his hair was combed and polished, and he changed into a well-matched suit, but he was at a loss with a tie.

"Son, help me."

"For the last time, I'll be a dog if I tie you again."

Fu Shengyu grabbed the tie, put it around his neck, and pulled Fu Yi over with patricide.

"Don't you know? Your original name was Fu Xiaogou."

"..."

Fu Shengyu fastened his tie with a dark face.

"Cough cough cough...Take it easy, Nizi." Fu Yile choked a few times, "Huh? You've grown taller? It seems that the food in the plateau is pretty good."

The food at Mr. Fu's house is pretty good.

On the first day after leaving, Fu Shengyu began to miss her.

The father and son sat across the table, as far away as possible.

Fu Shengyu's facial features were inherited from Fu Yi, but Fu Yi's face was slightly wider, and no matter how cleanly he shaved his beard, there were still traces of blue.

He is a glamorous formal-wear uncle type in the entertainment industry.

Fu Yi saw that he surpassed his height, and there were dangers everywhere, what if this bastard rebelled one day and couldn't defeat him?

The majesty of the father will be gone.

"Son, how is campus life in the mountains?"

Fu Shengyu replied nonchalantly: "That place... Those who know think I went to school, and those who don't know think I went to fight."

Fu Yi asked expectantly: "Then did you gain something?"

Fu Shengyu thought for a while: "Porcelain from the Ming Dynasty?"

The transformation failed, but the son was still as annoying as ever.

"That's right, you've made progress, and you've learned history. Then what are your plans for the future?"

"Intend?"

Fu Shengyu didn't have any plans, the only plan was to find out about Mr. Fu's personal information, his home address and the school he taught at.

"What I mean is, you really can't pass the college entrance examination, so don't force it." Fu Yi suggested, "It's better to come to the company to work early, and help me later, so that you can take over the country your grandfather built for you..."

"So that you can find a little mother for me when you are free?"

Fu Yi beat his chest and stamped his feet: "Are you mad at me again? If I get mad again, I will go to your mother's grave and cry, saying that you are unfilial, and let your mother dream of beating you up."

Fu Shengyu was speechless, Fu Yi could really do this.

The last time Fu Shengyu forced him to quit smoking, he went to the cemetery and cried all afternoon hugging his mother's tombstone, but Fu Shengyu carried him back.

I quit smoking and lost my face.

What's even more outrageous is that every time Fu Yi went to cry, Fu Shengyu could actually dream of being spanked by his mother's ears, which caused a lot of psychological shadow on Fu Shengyu.

Sometimes Fu Shengyu even wondered if his father had learned anything other than science.

Fu Yi's call made Fu Shengyu heave a sigh of relief, it was his employee.

"Boss, haven't you come to the company yet?!"

"Uh, there's a traffic jam."

"Still inking for a while, why don't you come to the company for lunch."

"What's the rush? Today is Sunday!"

"What's wrong with Sunday? You don't have to do the company's work on Sunday? Can you be more active and take your work seriously? There are so many little mouths waiting to be fed in the company..."

Fu Yi hung up the phone directly, and his meal was no longer enjoyable.

"I'm bored."

His eyes returned to Fu Shengyu, and Fu Shengyu got up before he could even start nagging.

"If you really dare to go out on the street and get pregnant out of wedlock, I'll freeze your bank card."

"Die, I spend my own money."

Fu Shengyu was going to make a movie if he had no money to spend.

"But you are still a minor and have the right to manage your property as a guardian."

"Then I will inherit the family business in the future, lose all the family property, and squander it all."

Fu Yi beat his chest and rolled his eyes.

Fu Shengyu felt that he had gone too far. If Fu Yi got angry, it would be difficult for his mother to explain.

"Brother Yi, don't be angry, our family will be defeated for at least three more generations, don't worry."

Fu Yi took a sip of water before recovering: "I'm not angry...the egg yolk is a bit choked."

Speaking of egg yolks...

Fu Shengyu went back to his room after breakfast and fell in love with WeChat.

Fu Yi was driving on the way to work, no matter how he thought about it, he felt uncomfortable.

"No, what if this rebellious son really loses all my pension money?"

Fu Yi made a call.

"Hey?"

"Men, I, Fu Yi."

"Who? Fu Yi? Do you still dare to call me?... Who brought a baby to college? When they graduated, the children went to kindergarten, and you didn't get a degree certificate. Don't call me a teacher, I Without you as a student..."

The old voice over there cursed for 10 minutes.

"Didn't I rush to graduate to earn money for milk powder for my children? Teacher, I'm calling you, and I'm asking you to do something... My family can't afford it. Can you recommend me a financial advisor? Haicheng University of Finance and Economics elite, that must be more than enough."

"There is one, but he doesn't like to meet people very much, and now he has gone to other places to teach. I will ask him what he means."

"Okay, please, teacher."