Your stand-in grandfather, I wear it back

The usually arrogant and domineering bad boy has softened into a ball at this moment.

"No one ever cared about my feelings..."

"No......"

His voice became lower and lower, intermittently, and at the end he couldn't hear what he was saying, his head drooped, and he leaned gently on the man's chest, his short furry hair just rubbed against his neck, Fu Jun And can smell the familiar milky smell on him.

The hand that was originally just supporting his body has unconsciously turned into a comforting gesture. He gently put his arms around the boy's waist and asked tentatively: "Feng Li, who are 'they'? Who don't want you anymore?"

"They are them...Zhou Ying...Feng Guanjing..." When Feng Li spoke again, the crying in his voice had been suppressed to the extreme, and the soft ending was inevitable. He trembled, and his heart was about to break.

Feng Li has a magical ability, he can always make Fu Junhe angry in fancy ways, and then make him soften his heart immediately.

God knows how angry Fu Junhe was when he came in just now and saw him lying drunk on the sofa, beer cans and cigarette butts all over the floor.

He was angry with Li for skipping class, he was angry with Li for not following their agreement, and he was even more angry with him for hurting his body like this.

He smoked and drank all over at a young age!

I really want to beat this brat up.

However, listening to his suppressed crying and looking at the shocking scars on his hands, Fu Jun and his original anger were all transferred to the person who hurt him, leaving only pity and heartache for Feng Li.

"Don't move around." Fu Junhe held his hand carefully, his movements were as gentle as if he was dealing with some precious and fragile objects, his fierce tone just now subconsciously softened, and he comforted him: "It's okay , I am the only one here, if you want to cry, you can cry."

Feng Li shook his head and stopped talking. He leaned his head against the man's arms, tears kept rolling in his eyes, but he suppressed them back, and only made a low, inaudible sobbing sound from the depths of his throat. At this moment, the bad boy is like a wounded little beast, huddling up and carefully licking his wound.

The more it was like this, the more Fu Junhe felt distressed, holding his hands and blowing gently: "Feng Li, you are fine, the doctor is coming soon."

Feng Li still didn't speak.

The man was a little at a loss. Whether it was with children or lovers, he had almost zero experience in coaxing others. He hugged the child in his arms and tried to remember how the servant comforted him when he fell and injured himself when he was young.

He hugged Feng Li into his arms, let him sit on his lap, patted his shoulder lightly, pressed his head into his arms, and let his tears drip on his suit.

Learning how to look at others coaxing others, he coaxed clumsily: "Don't be sad, tell me who bullies you, and I will teach him a lesson for you."

"Don't worry, they don't want you anymore, I do."

"OK?"

After a while, the female secretary came in with the doctor.

Feng Li had stopped crying, laying his face on Fu Junhe's chest, motionless, he didn't know if he was too drunk or fell asleep again, only when the doctor pulled his wrist to clean and disinfect the wound , the body trembled and took a breath, crying out for pain in a low voice.

Fu Junhe's brows, which were already pressed down, immediately frowned again when he called out. While holding his neck comfortingly, he glanced at the doctor, and said in a cold tone: "Be gentle."

Then he blocked the boy's face that he wanted to look up, and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it will be fine soon."

I don't know whether Feng Li is awake or not, he is powerlessly leaning against Fu Junhe's arms, at first he would sob and cry out in pain, but then he didn't say a word, but in his daze, he could feel someone Hold him all the time, comfort him patiently, coax him.

It was the first time he felt so valued by someone, his face was close to that warm and firm embrace, tears filled his eyes, and he called unconsciously: "Dad..."

This father's call made Fu Junhe startled, and then responded with a strong hug. When he lowered his head again, Feng Li had already completely fallen asleep.

His disheveled forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and even when he was asleep, his brows were tightly furrowed, obviously he was very uncomfortable.

The man just felt as if his heart had been stabbed fiercely by a sharp knife, again and again.

After bandaging the wound, he hugged Feng Li and said to the secretary: "Go and find out what happened today."

"Also, I want to know everything about Feng Li from birth to now."

"Every one of his relatives, every friend."

-

When Feng Li woke up, it was already the next morning. He was awakened by the vibration of his mobile phone. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it, but just as he stretched it out, he was gently held by another hand.

Ok?

He opened his eyes with some difficulty, his scalp hurt like a needle prick, the curtains were drawn in the room, and he turned on a small night light, Feng Li squinted his eyes, and his vision became clear, and he saw Fu sitting in front of the bed King and.

It was he who stopped his hand.

Against the light, he couldn't see his expression clearly, only the outline of his face with deep lines.

"Little handsome...? Why are you... here?"

As soon as Feng Li opened his mouth, his throat felt hoarse and uncomfortable. The man immediately let go of his hand: "Don't move around, wait a moment." Then he stood up and went out to get a glass of warm water. He was still wearing the suit from yesterday, and the neckline was wrinkled It's out of shape.

Fu Junhe walked back to the bedside, carefully supported him to raise his head, and put the cup to his mouth.

Generous and warm palms gently supported Feng Li's neck, and as the warm water moistened his throat and slowly entered his body, his confused mind finally cleared up a bit, and he could see his surroundings clearly with the soft light. He was lying on the bed in Fu Junhe's room. .

Hey, wasn't he at Chen Weile's house before?How come here?

Apparently he was drunk again, he only remembered eating and drinking with Chen Weile, and he didn't have any memory of what happened after that, it just vaguely felt like a dream.

There was a warm embrace in the dream, someone hugging him all the time, comforting him, coaxing him, asking him if it hurts, and wiping his tears.

Feng Li's phone was still vibrating, Fu Junhe glanced at it, hung up the phone for him, leaned down and touched his forehead with the back of his hand, frowning: "It's still burning, come on, drink more water. "

After speaking, he fed Feng Li some water.

After a few sips of water, Feng Li's empty stomach growled.

"Hungry?" Fu Junhe put down his water glass.

"Hmm..." Feng Li couldn't use his hands and feet, and nodded lazily.

The man picked up the landline, dialed a number, and asked Mama Zhang to serve up the porridge that he had just made.

She was about to put it on the table next to her, when Fu Junhe said, "Mother Zhang, bring it here."

"Yes."

Seeing Fu Junhe taking the bowl and preparing to feed Feng Li himself with a spoon, Mama Zhang was very surprised.

With Fu Junhe's temperament, it's fine to tolerate others eating on his bed, but he actually feeds it himself.

However, the kid didn't appreciate it very much, and frowned at the porridge that looked clear and watery, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to eat fish head with chopped pepper, fried pork with pepper, beef powder, spicy chicken, and cold rabbit. …”

"No, the doctor said, you can't eat spicy food now." Fu Junhe interrupted him, and without further ado, he brought the spoon to the boy's mouth, and stuffed it when he opened his mouth to protest. go in.

"Oh!" Feng Li was caught off guard and was fed a mouthful of porridge, almost choking on it, and complained after swallowing: "Hey, handsome guy, why are you feeding patients like this? You're just feeding ducks..."

"Eat obediently if you don't want to be stuffed." Fu Junhe scooped up another spoonful of porridge, put it in his mouth and blew it before sending it to Feng Li's mouth.

This porridge is made by millet, Mama Zhang is good at cooking, and she cooks it just right. Although it is light, it has a faint fragrance that whets people's appetite. Mouth obediently waiting for feeding.

Commonly known as really fragrant.

Feng Li drank a few sips of porridge, his hands and feet gained some strength, and his listless eyes became brighter.

Then the bad boy started to be dishonest again. He first raised his hand to look at his arm tightly wrapped in white gauze, and actually laughed: "It looks like a broken arm, how can it be so exaggerated." After speaking, I lifted it up and wanted to wave it twice, but then I groaned in pain.

"Don't make trouble!" Fu Junhe immediately put down the bowl, put his palm back on the bed with a stern face, and said in a low voice, "Don't move around these two days, don't touch the water!"

"I'm not broken." Feng Li tilted his head, looked at the man's serious and handsome face, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about a little injury, a scar is a man's glory, and tomorrow I can swim in the water for you Look, um!"

"Do you dare to mess around?" Fu Junhe tapped him on the forehead unceremoniously: "I have already asked for leave for you. You don't have to go to school for a few days and have a good rest at home. I will ask Mama Zhang to help you. You cook something light."

"Great!" Feng Li was unabashedly happy.

This kid...

Fu Junhe had a bit of a headache, pulled up the quilt, and pushed back his eager head: "Lie down properly and don't move around."

At this time, Fu Junhe's cell phone rang, and he walked outside the door to answer it, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Wang, did you find it? Well, you sent me on WeChat. Also, put off everything this weekend."

He wants to take this kid who is in a bad mood out to relax.

The female secretary understood: "Okay, do you need me to send the documents to you now?"

"Well, bring it here, I will work at home in the morning."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Junhe returned to the room and raised eyebrows at the bad boy: "Don't be too happy, I already know your monthly exam results."

Um? ? ?Feng Li froze immediately.

"Six duck eggs, you really have them." Fu Junhe laughed out of anger when he mentioned this.

Anyway, seriously cover it up?Even if all the multiple-choice questions are wrong, write a "solution" in mathematics, copy a few paragraphs of the original text in English reading comprehension, and write a few sentences in Chinese composition meaning "Today Xiao Ming went out to help an old lady", it is impossible to get a point, right? !

This product is definitely a blank paper handed in directly, and the attitude is very improper!

The fact is true, during the two days of the monthly exam, Feng Li fell asleep directly in the exam room.

Zhang Ma, who was collecting the bowl next to her, also laughed when she heard the words: "Mr. Fu used to be a top student, and he could get the first place in all the exams."

Isn't this nonsense, Fu Junhe looks like the kind of person with good grades.

Zhang Ma said again: "Sir, I didn't sleep all night last night, and I didn't have time to change my clothes. I'm afraid that you will wake up in the middle of the night with pain, you will not be able to sleep well, and you will have a high fever. I have been sitting next to you, and the doctor just left."

Fu Junhe's eyes swept over the kid, and saw that he was much more energetic, and his brows were relaxed, and he picked up the cup and fed him some water: "You have a good rest these two days, Wait a little longer, and I will make up lessons for you."

When it came to remedial lessons, he thought that Feng Li would strongly resist again, or directly pretend to be dead, or pretend not to hear, but he didn't expect that this time, the kid hummed in a low voice.

Because of the fever, the boy's face was still red, from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, his eye sockets were also pink and tender, his hair was a little messy, like a fluffy animal that just woke up, looking weak He seemed extraordinarily obedient, especially those big bright and clear eyes stared straight at him, which was more obedient.

And answered again.

"it is good."

"..." Fu Junhe almost thought the sun was rising from the west when he was hit by cuteness.

Why did this guy suddenly change his sex and become so obedient?Could it be that the fever burned the brain?

Obviously not.

The bad boy first showed off his cuteness and got President Fu locked up, and then he started to make demands, blinked his eyes, and said in a soft voice: "If I make progress, you have to reward me."

It is obvious that Fu Daxueba helped him make up lessons for free, so he still has the nerve to ask for it?

Will this work?

Okay, of course there is no problem, Fu Junhe Le Dechong said without thinking, "Yes."

Then pinched his face again, it was soft and warm.

"Ah, that's right." Feng Li seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and raised his neck: "Little handsome guy~ Actually, I still have something to tell you."

What kind of willful and unreasonable little request do you want to make?President Fu put on a ruthless face, but he still leaned over.

Feng Li looked at Zhang Ma next to him like a thief, and when she got closer, he whispered in his ear: "I heard that people with a fever will be hotter and more comfortable inside, this is a rare opportunity, do you want to try it?" ?”

The young man's voice was a little hoarse, very attractive.