Professor he started chasing stars

Fu Shengyu soon realized that his posture on the pillow was not right.

In the video just now, the repairman is in such a condescending posture, having sex with the hostess.

At the age of igniting, the yearning for love and the imagination of sex are always mixed together.

Fu Shengyu's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he swallowed.

The pillow under his body was no longer a pillow, but a real person. Fu Shengyu's thoughts scattered, as if the sincere eyes, the slightly raised corners of his lips, and the looming dimples were right in front of him.

This feeling is very similar to Fu Shengyu fighting on the basketball court.

Shortness of breath, rapid heartbeat, the blood in the body is boiling, and the face is hot.

If it were him...

If it's him...you must kiss him hard.

But he is like a deer that will scare away with a slight movement, and a rainbow that will dissipate with a louder sound, so he can't be brutal, and he has to offer all his tenderness to get close to his beauty.

Fu Shengyu slowly bent down, practicing how to approach his lips slowly, touch the pillow, and hold the back of the pillow's head with his hands...

His hands stopped abruptly the moment he unbuttoned his belt.

"Fuck..."

Fu Shengyu got up quickly, put the pillow upright, then knelt on the bed and kowtowed several times.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm an asshole...I'm not human..."

The shame after the evil thoughts calm down is far longer than the momentary fever.

Fu Shengyu sat at the desk, he felt that he was just a dirty thing.

It seems that the holy quadratic equation has been defiled by him.

If Mr. Fu knew that he was using him as a pillow for lust, he could beat him into tsampa.

Fu Shengyu sent a WeChat message to Teacher Fu by accident.

[The only honest person on the whole network (only three days left before my birthday): Brother, I'm sorry. 】

Fu Jinyan didn't answer right away because he was answering a phone call.

It was an unfamiliar number, Fu Jinyan clicked to answer it.

"Hello."

"Professor Fu, I thought you were going to sleep at this hour, but there is something urgent."

It was the voice of the mentor Yan Runzhong.

Now he is the president of Haicheng University of Finance.

"Mr. Yan, I haven't slept yet."

"It's like this. Your one-year support teaching time is almost over. I wonder if you have time to do some private work after you come back to Haicheng. The main reason is that I had a student who was incompetent before, and he can be regarded as your senior brother. He is a The second generation of rich, ignorant, did not get a bachelor's degree certificate, after inheriting a large family business, urgently needed a financial advisor, I was worried that his professional education was too bad, and his family would be ruined, ah, this matter It's embarrassing to talk about me, can you help him?"

"what?"

Fu Jinyan's first thought was to refuse.

"Don't refuse, this is not a trivial matter. To be honest, this is purely a job of giving money. That ineffective academic is a waste. In fact, it is very skillful. The main reason is that you help him in the overall situation. It’s enough to check. Now the industry is full of bad water, and I really can’t find anyone who can rest assured, so I come to beg you personally.”

"I only have theoretical knowledge, I'm afraid I can't do it..."

"I don't know your level yet? Your papers are not white-haired."

Fu Jinyan is self-aware, and being good academically doesn’t mean he’s good in practice. Even if he hasn’t missed a day in financial news, it can’t make up for his lack of practical experience.

"Mr. Yan, let's see if there are other candidates. I have to wait for the students to finish the college entrance examination and help them fill out their volunteers before leaving the plateau."

Yan Runzhong finally said: "Okay, I'll talk to the principal of your Songmu Town Middle School... Go to bed early and be careful."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Jinyan was about to continue sorting out the information, and glanced at the new message notification on WeChat, wondering what the kid was doing again, so he didn't reply.

Another WeChat came 10 minutes later.

[The only honest person on the whole network: Brother, are you very busy? 】

Ok?

Fu Jinyan noticed a little change.

[Fu Jinyan: What about the suffix of your screen name? 】

[The only honest person on the whole network: I think, brother, if you are busy, you don't need to prepare a birthday present for me, and even if you prepare it, you won't be able to mail it from the plateau to Haicheng in three days. 】

Fu Jinyan pursed the corners of his mouth, this kid still knows what is proper?

[The only honest person on the whole network: Brother, after meeting you, I suddenly realized that high technology is not good. 】

Fu Jinyan didn't know where his emotion came from.

Because in the past two days he has been addicted to a game called Xiao Xiao Le, where he can eliminate all the messy doll heads by putting them in a row.

High tech is so much fun.

[The only honest person in the whole network: If there is no plane, I would not be so far away from you.If it wasn't for a mobile phone, I wouldn't have to type with you on a cold screen.If it was before, I should be able to write you a letter. 】

Fu Jinyan didn't know whether he was posting it out of emotion, or copied some chicken soup copy from the Internet.

And he doesn't think so.

[Fu Jinyan: Technology can make the distance from Haicheng to the plateau face-to-face. 】

Fu Shengyu looked at this message and suddenly became enlightened.

The torment in my heart is not so uncomfortable.

He finally understood that this kind of suffering is called missing in the legend.

Looking at the broken vacuum flask of the head teacher, Lao Wang, you can see things and think about others.

[The only honest person on the whole network: Brother, your realm is still high, can I copy this for my next essay? 】

[Fu Jinyan: Study hard. 】

[Fu Shengyu: Alright! 】

Fu Jinyan turned off the phone, flipped through a pile of test papers, and sorted them out on the computer.

His typing speed is not fast, and occasionally some letters and symbols need to be searched on the keyboard for a long time.

The blue fluorescence of the computer screen reflected on his glasses.

until late at night.

Fu Jinyan lay on the bed after taking a shower.

This is his second day of insomnia.

He's too conformist, he's had a hard time getting used to co-sleeping, and now he's back to normal.

Fu Jinyan could only get up and take a book from the desk to read. It was an English poetry collection, a little poem by Emily Dickinson. Fu Jinyan felt the same way:

HadInotseentheSun (if I hadn't seen the sun)

I could have bornethe shade (I might have borne the dark)

ButLightanewerWilderness (But now, the sun takes my loneliness)

MyWildernesshasmade (shine wilder)

Fu Jinyan remembered a sentence.

"I am most at ease when I am alone, because I don't feel that I am boring, and if I am boring, I don't burden others."

He was restless at the moment, like a glass of bland boiled water breaking into a jumping candy with teeth and claws.

Fu Jinyan found that he became dependent on Little Sun.

It made him panic.

A WeChat message arrived on time.

[The only honest person on the whole network: Brother, are you asleep?If you don't sleep, go to bed early, if you sleep, good night, remember to dream of me. 】

Fu Jinyan stared at the message for a full minute before putting the book and the phone on the bedside and turning off the light.

Fu Jinyan took the pillow towel next to him, and the faint milky smell calmed him down, and he fell asleep peacefully while holding it in his hand.

At this moment, Fu Jinyan accepted it frankly.

Because even plants that love shade are born facing the sun.