I should have known that you were a jerk!

"what?!!"

"Hey, can't it be!" The black-haired boy who was so close that he could count the number of the boy's eyelashes looked at him with a devilish expression, "Is it because of this?"

Fu Zhifeng stared at the black pupils in front of him - his appearance was clearly reflected in those black pupils, and at this moment he was expressionless inside: "Why."

…………………………Abstinent scum, do you know that most of the things that people do in a flash are without thinking?

Couldn't help but rolled his eyes in his heart, Lu Zechuan clicked his tongue impatiently, and really wanted not to answer, but he also knew that it was impossible by visual inspection.After thinking quickly in his head, he then pursed his lips, looked at Fu Zhifeng's expression showing a trace of reluctance, and said slowly: "I feel like Lu Feng asked me to cultivate more relationships with you after we knew each other." After a pause, he added, "No, it will."

"So?" The person in front of him raised his eyebrows and looked at him with an inexplicable expression, "You don't want to get along with me?"

These words are a bit ambiguous, and what Lu Zechuan just said about Fu Zhifeng's superficial appearance makes it even more ambiguous—Lu Zechuan thinks that there may be a sentence of "don't be funny" or "don't lie" behind these words. What kind of words - but for these, Lu Zechuan didn't care.

In fact, if the atmosphere was good enough, he would probably be very happy to cater to it, but now, it is obvious that this kind of atmosphere, which is similar to a husband interrogating his wife for cheating, is not suitable.

...Fucking derailment! Fuck!

Startled by the idea that came to him, Lu Zechuan subconsciously shook his head and denied it: "It's not that exaggerated."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fu Zhifeng seemed to show a happy expression similar to satisfaction, but before Lu Zechuan had time to see clearly, he heard his question again: "Why is that? Since it's not unwilling, why deny it?"

A series of questions made Lu Zechuan a little unresponsive.

Then, after the trains in his brain connected, a very rare expression appeared on the face of the black-haired boy, which was almost shy. Noticing this expression, Fu Zhifeng, who was the only witness, had to admit, Now suddenly there is an uncontrollable emotion called "bullying him" in my heart—the rosy lips pursed, and after a moment of silence, he said flatly: "Ah, because just now I thought you were his children."

As he spoke, he laughed at the unreliability of this lie in his heart.

His dark blue eyes narrowed, Fu Zhifeng hooked the corners of his lips, showing a faint smile, his expression couldn't tell whether he believed it or not, he just nodded and said "oh" very flatly.

Lu Zechuan didn't say anything, just stared at Fu Zhifeng, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while of silence, his voice suddenly appeared in the silent living room: "Speaking of which, why are you here?"

Fu Zhifeng held his hands all the time, and replied flatly: "Come on vacation, come here for the next two days to play."

"Where's Fu Ziyan?" Lu Zechuan moved his hand over with difficulty, then stretched out his index finger and poked Fu Zhifeng's chest—unexpectedly, the touch was hard—looking at the position of his finger very naturally , asked, "She didn't come to America?"

"I'm here, but I'm too lazy to come."

"Live in your own villa?"

"Live in our own villa."

"Cut, two local tyrants." Lu Zechuan turned his head and clicked his tongue contemptuously.

Fu Zhifeng smiled inclusively: "Aren't you too?"

Lu Zechuan turned his head and squinted at Fu Zhifeng for a while, didn't say anything, but after staring for a while, he shook his arms and said lazily: "Release."

Fu Zhifeng let go of his hand obediently this time. In the process of letting go, his expression was very natural, without any embarrassment or apology, and there was even a peaceful and gentle smile on his face—if it wasn't for the occasion, atmosphere, and object That's right, then this is a gentleman's smile that can make a girl blush and her heart beat.

Lu Zechuan climbed down from him, reached out and patted the folds of his clothes, then raised his eyes to glance at the expressions of the people in front of him, and sneered twice: "Tsk tsk! You look like a scum!"

Raising an eyebrow, Fu Zhifeng only shrugged.

Looking left and right, Lu Zechuan raised his hand and unbuttoned one of the unbuttoned buttons on the collar with some irritability. While unbuttoning, he asked Fu Zhifeng sideways, "Where is my room?"

"The first room on the left upstairs."

"Thank you." Raising his hand in a nondescript salute, Lu Zechuan picked up the pitifully small luggage on the ground, not looking at Fu Zhifeng, turned around and strode up the wooden spiral staircase beside him with a calm expression ——It seemed that he didn't mind what Fu Zhifeng did.

Seeing the black-haired young man go up the stairs calmly, walking slowly to a place he couldn't see, and the sound of clicking in his ears gradually weakened until it disappeared, Fu Zhifeng slowly looked away, listening After hearing the sound of the door closing silently, he smiled, got up and walked towards the guest room where he was staying. While walking, he took out his mobile phone to make a call, and reached out his finger to turn on the speakerphone.

The call was connected quickly - "Hello? Fu Zhifeng?"

Reaching out to close the door, he casually threw the mobile phone on the table. Fu Zhifeng lay down on the soft bed, raised one hand to cover his forehead, closed his eyes, and remained silent without answering.

The person on the other end of the phone asked again: "Fu Zhifeng?"

With his eyes closed, the soft bed under him was very comfortable, and the sound of the air conditioner spraying air was heard next to his ears. The room was so quiet that he could vaguely hear his own breathing. The flaxen-haired boy lay flat on the bed, and did not answer immediately, but After a long silence—that was enough to make the person on the other end of the phone wonder if he was answering—he turned his head, opened his eyes, and lazily answered, "It's me."

The person on the other end didn't mind Fu Zhifeng's attitude too much—or didn't dare to mind it blatantly—he just muttered a few unclear words in a low voice, and after a few seconds, he raised his voice and said: "His son has arrive?"

"Well, I just arrived." Fu Zhifeng said.

"How do you feel? Did you quarrel with Uncle Lu?"

Fu Zhifeng recalled Lu Zechuan's expression just now, then he bent his lips and replied, "Probably not bad."

The person at the other end was silent for a while, and suddenly stopped asking. Fu Zhifeng didn't rush, reached out and took the remote control of the air conditioner to increase the temperature by one degree, then closed his eyes again, and lay on the bed breathing smoothly, eyes closed all the time , the eyelashes didn't even tremble, and the expressions were all restrained, and the whole person looked like he had fallen asleep-of course, this was impossible.

After a long time, the person on the other end spoke again: "Then if my dad and I go back now, do you think Lu Zechuan will be unhappy, or will my dad be unhappy?"

Fu Zhifeng didn't answer his question, but just dragged out his tone: "Lu Zechuan? Do you know he is Uncle Lu's son?"

"...Ahahaha." The person on the other end of the phone laughed dryly for a while, and after realizing that this topic seemed impossible to skip, his voice gradually lowered without confidence, "...Yes, I know."

"Oche."

"Ah? What's the matter?"

Fu Zhifeng still closed his eyes: "The sudden lack of interest in him is probably because of this."

Standard interrogative and declarative sentences.

Obviously denying it is impossible, Ou Che could only scratch his face on the other side of the phone, showing an angry expression, before his father looked back, he quickly restrained his expression, gave a weak "um", and then continued Then he said: "I also found out when I was notified that I was going to attend the wedding, not much earlier than you."

Looking at the black car slowly approaching by the side of the road, Ou Che walked there with his father, and couldn't help complaining as he walked, "I was so scared when I found out, I thought Uncle Lu My son is iceberg-shaped, he probably looks like Uncle Lu, but Lu Zechuan has grown into a standard size zero!"

Standard zero?

Raising his eyebrows, Fu Zhifeng chuckled lightly: "It's not sure who will be at the bottom when you two are together."

Ou Che put the luggage in the car and talked with the earphone instead: "If it wasn't for Uncle Lu's son, I would be happy to be next, his figure makes people's hearts flutter! Tsk, especially that waist, it's so thin! "

After snorting twice, Fu Zhifeng opened his eyes, propped himself up with one hand and sat up, his eyes were fixed on the mobile phone on the table, and he suddenly brought back the topic that was getting more and more endless: "If you and your dad come here now, Lu Zechuan may really turn into an iceberg."

"Okay." After finishing speaking, before Ou Che could react, Fu Zhifeng got up and walked to the table, "Hung up." After speaking, he picked up the phone and ended the call, walked to the door with a low smile and said to himself, " Now it's time to welcome the Lord."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob, and then opened the door naturally with a smile.

Standing outside the door was Lu Zechuan, blinking at him, and grinning brightly—a standard wildcat smile: "Welcome me in?"

Fu Zhifeng raised his eyebrows, turned sideways to make room, and made a gesture of invitation: "Of course."

Walking into the room unceremoniously, as soon as he entered the room, there was cool air-conditioning blowing in his face. Lu Zechuan couldn't help squinting his eyes in enjoyment, and then sat on the bed and jumped up: "Oh! It's so comfortable .”

"Isn't the one in your room the same?" Fu Zhifeng walked over, sat on the armchair beside him, looked at Lu Zechuan with a smile on his face, and the smile on his lips became thicker, and he asked, "When did you come here?" ?”

"Huh?" Lu Zechuan stopped jumping, looked up at Fu Zhifeng, "Oh, it didn't take long, probably when Ou Che said that I was in good shape."

Hearing this, Fu Zhifeng chuckled lightly: "It didn't seem right at that time."

"It's nothing inappropriate, it's a compliment anyway." Lu Zechuan waved his hands with a noncommittal expression. He put his right leg on the other leg and supported the mattress under him with both hands. He swung his graceful legs and raised his head Staring at Fu Zhifeng with a smile, "Is there any candy? Lollipops, I came down to find candy."

Without thinking too much, Fu Zhifeng looked at the black-haired boy halfway, and gave a negative answer: "There is sugar, but not the kind you want."

"Oh, that's a pity." With his hands behind his head, Lu Zechuan fell back, leaning against the bed and continued nonchalantly, "Then when will they come back?"

"About 10 minutes." Fu Zhifeng smiled gently and looked down at Lu Zechuan who was lying on the bed. Because of his posture, his clothes shrunk up a little, revealing a slender waist.

Looks pretty flexible.

Fu Zhifeng thought to himself, and then retracted his gaze from staring at Lu Zechuan's waist. He raised his eyes to look at Lu Zechuan and asked calmly, "What? Do you want to wait for them to come back and beat them up?"

"No." Denying Fu Zhifeng's question with one syllable, the black-haired boy lazily turned over and lay on the bed to expose his back—very good, Fu Zhifeng's eyes went to his butt again—he With one hand on his chin, he tilted his head and stared at the white sheet under him, and said slowly in a drawn-out tone, "I just want to ask, so I'm mentally prepared."

Fu Zhifeng kept curling his lips and did not speak.

The two of them were silent like this, the sound of the air conditioner spraying air-conditioning became the only accompaniment in the room, the room was so quiet that Lu Zechuan felt that he could hear his own heartbeat - the feeling of being too quiet, very similar to that time in the apartment , so he chose to look up to the window, his eyes glued to the curtain, trying to find a beautiful flower in full bloom from the gray curtain that had already been drawn.

The window of Fu Zhifeng's guest room faces the sun, and with the curtains drawn, there is basically no sunlight in the room, and everything is cast with hazy shadows, making it look gloomy. At this moment, Lu Zechuan also Same.

Because his back was facing Fu Zhifeng, the flaxen-haired boy couldn't see his expression, but he felt that Lu Zechuan's face was mostly expressionless at this time, and he might even have a somewhat slumped expression.

Pursing his lips, Fu Zhifeng sat on the chair without moving.

"...Hoo--" Suddenly, the black-haired boy who had been silent for a long time sat up, turned his head and exhaled, then stood up, patted his clothes, and said to Fu Zhifeng, "I'm going back to my room first."

"it is good."

Watching Lu Zechuan walk towards the door, then stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob, opened a thin crack in the door, and then the thin crack slowly expanded, expanded, and expanded again.

The momentary action of opening the door was slowly staged in those dark blue eyes at a speed like slow motion.

"Lu Zechuan." He suddenly said.

"Huh?" The action of opening the door paused, and the black-haired boy looked back at him.

"Ou Che is the only child."

"Ah, this one, I know." The black-haired boy curled his lips and smiled softly. The smooth black hair stuck to his cheeks and covered his eyelids. The soft-lined side face could not see the expression clearly. A faint smile can be read from the corner of the curved lips, which is not very real, "Ou Yu only has one child."

Fu Zhifeng looked at him and smiled slightly, but said nothing.

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