Your stand-in grandfather, I wear it back

again!

Fu Junhe: "..."

What's even more indescribable is that he actually heard a bit of grievance from the boy's words, as if he couldn't eat candy.

Playing a hooligan actually showed a taste of innocence?

The man is a headache, he is not very good at dealing with children, especially Feng Li.

If it were an ordinary child, he could pretend to be an elder and criticize him severely.

However, no matter how much Fu Junhe does not recall, it is impossible to "deny" what happened last night, which made their relationship very delicate.

Moreover, this kid's perverse personality is so undisguised, so blatantly bad, and his sassy talk is a set pattern, it's hard for people to think serious.

Fu Junhe took a sip of black coffee from the cup at hand, calmed down his emotions, and brought the topic back on track.

"It's so late, you call me, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Feng Li lay on the balcony railing comfortably blowing the cool breeze, his voice was soft and tired, and he said with a soft smile: "It's just the loneliness at night - I want you to chat with me for a while sky."

Boss Fu has a lot of things to do every day, and he is usually very busy. He has to go at night when he sees his mentor, and there is a high probability that he will not have time to chat with him. Feng Li said that because he was too busy and wanted to play.

Especially after knowing that he is the man that little bitch Wen Yanqiu couldn't ask for.

It's fine if you didn't know before, but now you know but don't do anything, it's not Feng Li's style.

Fu Junhe really didn't want to chat with him, but he guessed the reason wrong.

"It's almost ten o'clock, you should go to bed after you finish your homework."

It's only ten o'clock, what a fart!

Feng Li didn't believe it today, he lied without changing his face: "Little handsome guy, I have finished my homework."

"is it?"

"En!" Feng Li's tone was extremely sincere.

"Alright." Fu Junhe looked at his watch blankly. At 23:[-], the work in hand was basically completed, so he closed the computer in front of him, told the secretary that he could leave work, and then spoke to the other end of the phone. Said: "Then you send your homework, and I will check it for you."

Feng Li:? ? ?

"Are you serious?"

"I added you on WeChat, and I'll take a photo and send it later." After finishing speaking, Fu Junhe hung up the phone without refusal.

Feng Li: "..."

Damn, why does he feel like he lost again?

According to Feng Li's temper, it is impossible to do homework. He was not a good student before, and it is even more impossible to do such a bad homework now.

However, Fu Jun and WeChat credited his own photo, in a suit and leather shoes, with a stern expression.

He is so handsome that his legs are weak.

Feng Li nodded his approval, then went back indoors, opened his schoolbag, and picked up a brush to do his homework.

When Fu Junhe saw the homework sent, his expression gradually froze, and his first sentence was: "How did you get into No. [-] Middle School?"

Feng Li had a cheeky face: "Because he's handsome."

Fu Junhe: "..."

Half an hour later, the secretary went back to pick up his things, and accidentally found that the light in the president's office was still on. He thought he had forgotten to turn it off, but when he got closer, he found that his boss was sitting at his desk facing the computer and didn't know who he was talking to. on the phone.

Secretary: The president is working overtime at such a late hour, how hard it is.

"Forget about the last question, why did you choose B for this question?"

secretary:?

"...You don't even know the definition of a function?" Fu Junhe doubted life.

Secretary: Wait, isn't this a high school math problem?How can the president give lectures to others?

As far as she knew, Fu Junhe didn't have such close relatives at this age in China.

"This is the knowledge that should be mastered in the first year of high school, right? What are you doing in class?" Fu Junhe's tone was a bit harsh.

Secretary: Wow, you care so much. Could it be the president's illegitimate son?

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The next day, when going out to school, Chen Weile asked, "Feng Li, who did you call last night when you were doing your homework? We talked for so long."

Speaking of this, Feng Li gnawed on the bread, was shocked, and said in a muffled voice: "An old man who has no interest in half a dime."

Last night, Fu Junhe insisted that he correct all the mistakes in the workbook, and was going to explain the questions he did wrong.

Fuck it!

He wanted to have a late-night chat with the handsome guy, but he didn't want to be talked about at all!

Chatted with him directly in the middle of the night.

In the past, his grades were only in the middle. Later, he traveled in various worlds for 18 years. He still remembers that it is not easy to say how to speak Chinese. How can he be expected to remember functions, geometry, equations, and ancient poems?

Give me a break.

The things he learned in those worlds are completely different from those in this world, and the language is also different. Last night's math multiple-choice questions were filled in blindly, and being able to choose one third of them correctly is already a sign of good luck.

In the end Feng Li slipped away on the pretext that his phone was out of battery.

In this way, Fu Junhe found a set of learning materials and sent them to him in the morning.

It's annoying, really annoying.

When he arrived at the school corridor, He Jianjun just came out of the office. Seeing Feng Li's expression was a bit complicated, he probably thought of Fu Junhe's warning yesterday.

Unexpectedly, he changed his usual attitude of ignoring answers, and took the initiative to greet Feng Li, congratulate him on winning yesterday, and said that the prize money would be given to him next Monday.

The kind smile forced out on that fat face made Feng Li feel goosebumps all over his body, and hurried into the classroom.

The moment he stepped into the classroom, the originally noisy classroom suddenly quieted down, and countless sights came to him.

Feng Li was dressed in a clean suit, white clothes and black trousers, his coat was in his hand, and his schoolbag was casually hung on his right shoulder. He calmly accepted the attention of the crowd, and his pure black eyes swept across the classroom with a bit of coolness.

His eyes stayed on Yin Xiangjie and Qin Fei's vacant seats for two seconds, and then the corners of his mouth began to rise, his sarcasm was undisguised.

Yin Xiangjie usually relied on his father as the school manager to walk arrogantly and domineeringly in the school, offending many people.

It's just that due to his family background, the students dared to be angry and dare not speak out. Now that the car was overturned, I don't know how many people secretly gloated in their hearts and wanted to watch the fun.

The two of them naturally had no face.

Hehe, idiot.

Feng Li's smile was like a sharp knife with thorns, flamboyant and bright, it broke into his eyes, powerful and profound, handsome and ruffian.

It caused many girls in the classroom to blush, and a thought filled their minds: Fuck, why didn't I think this kid was so handsome before? !

Most of the girls at this age like big boys who are a bit naughty, and Feng Li's outstanding performance in the auditorium yesterday made it even more glamorous, and they all cast curious eyes.

Even the irritable female team leader was much gentler than usual when she came to collect homework, speaking softly.

Chen Weile was sour: "Lizi, look quickly, Banhua is peeping at you!"

"Don't bother me."

Feng Li lay down lazily to make up for sleep, he basically didn't sleep last night.

The bed was too soft, and the surroundings were too quiet. It seemed as if I had returned to the previous world as soon as I closed my eyes. There were countless terrifying Zerg lurking in the darkness.

The last night I played with my phone all night, and now I am so sleepy.

Even though the whole day had passed, he still had the unreal feeling that it was all a dream.

After lunch, Chen Weile went to play basketball, and Feng Li went back to the classroom alone.

I realized something was wrong before I sat down.

In front of the seat, his chair was lying crookedly, and the table was empty.

His textbooks, workbooks, and stationery were all gone.

There is only an empty and flat schoolbag, everything is gone.

Then Feng Li found a note in the drawer, with a few large characters written on it: "I want to get back your things, come to the roof alone after school."

The boy raised his eyes, and glanced at the few people in the classroom who pretended to be playing with their mobile phones with their heads down. They were the dog-legged followers who usually curry favor with Yin Xiangjie.

One of them couldn't help looking up, and then looked away unnaturally, Feng Li immediately understood who did it, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Too mentally handicapped, how old are you, still playing tricks like this? To be honest, I really don't want such a brain-dead son now."

After speaking, he pulled out the chair indifferently, sat down and prepared to continue to sleep.

Anyway, he didn't attend classes at all, he came to school just to deal with it, if he lost his books, he would lose them.Feng Li casually crumpled the paper and threw it aside, lazily closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

So when the fourth class was about to end, Fu Junhe walked through the back door of their classroom and saw the children sleeping in the last row.

Feng Li, who was asleep, was less flamboyant and defensive. His black hair was long and soft, his skin was fair and delicate, his eyelashes curled up, and half of his face was buried in his arms, making him look a lot more cute.

She seemed to sleep soundly.

Fu Junhe pursed his lips slightly. As expected, the child was sleeping during class. No wonder he didn't even master the most basic knowledge points.

I'm already a sophomore in high school, so I can't go on like this.

"Mr. Fu, what's the matter with you?" Vice President Liu asked cautiously.

"It's okay." Fu Junhe withdrew his gaze, turned and walked towards the stairs.

Vice President Liu was afraid that Fu Junhe would be displeased again, so he followed up nervously and continued to introduce him to various things in the school.

Fu Junhe treats people wrongly, and public affairs and private affairs will not be confused.

What he invested in was the school, and what he funded was the needy poor students, which had nothing to do with the character of the vice principal.

But that's all there is to it.

Vice President Liu originally wanted to use his contacts to enter the industry. For the sake of his mentor, Fu Junhe's character would probably help him, but after what happened that day, it was impossible.

Feng Li slept until the last class, when he was woken up by the bell, Chen Weile pushed his hand: "Lizi, put away my things for me, I'm going to play, bye!"

"En." The boy opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, without the slightest confusion when he just woke up.

"Thank you!" Chen Weile picked up the basketball and went out with the players from the next class.

After he left, Feng Li finished packing, picked up his empty schoolbag, and lazily

"He won't tell the teacher?" Qin Fei was a little worried.

"Oh, so what if I tell you? What can my dad do to me?" Yin Xiangjie was very arrogant.

He made such a big fuss back then, didn't he just spend some money on it?No shit.

Feng Li was lucky yesterday, he met Fu Junhe and stood up for him.But what about today?This poor boy's only support is Gu Zihua, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that Young Master Gu doesn't take him seriously at all.

As soon as the words fell, the door of the roof was pushed open, and an arrogant voice came.

"Son, are you ready to recognize your father?"