Fangzhong of the day

Fu Jianxi ate up the big bowl of noodle soup on the dining table. She was in a bad mood and needed something to fill her stomach.

The more you eat, the worse your mood will be. You're so fucking talkative and you have to ask me why!It's all right now, I can't help but want to chew the soup bowl to pieces!

"Dang!" The soup in the bowl was picked up and drank it all. As soon as the bowl and chopsticks were placed on the table, Fu Jianxi gave a thumbs up to the person who had been staring at him, then backed the stool, and went straight to Dajian's. bedroom.

Can't cure a big bitch, what kind of veterinarian is he!

Is the soundtrack collection amazing?

Lord, I am not happy today, I have accepted the sex life of a big slut!

The U disk was plugged into the port, and Fu Jianxi found Da Jian's nearly two tons of high-definition □□ collection of high-quality blockbusters in the computer with ease, and decisively copied them all away.

Fang Mata leaned against the door of Dajian's bedroom door, watching his little boyfriend with his legs crossed, playing games while transferring all kinds of pornographic films from the computer to the USB flash drive.

This kid started to look unhappy when he came down from the stairs. He probably knew why, but it wasn't just silence that was worth getting so angry?

"I'm going to Xishan Villa in the afternoon, you..."

Before Fang Yan could finish speaking, Fu Jianxi interrupted, "Bye, I won't send you off!"

Listening to his tone of voice, Fang Mata took a few deep breaths, but still couldn't calm down.He walked over and embraced the person and the back of the chair together, and turned around so that the person sitting on the chair faced him, "What's the matter?" He tried to slow down his voice as much as possible, really angry at himself .

Fu Jianxi's arrogance was half extinguished instantly by his gentle and questionable words, but she was still unhappy, not just because Fang Yu said that the person was Fang Qin by default.In short, he vaguely felt that Fang Yu was imperceptibly involved in that person, unable to break up or go back, the two of them passively lost control.

"When will I leave?" Fu Jianxi still asked a question that he was most concerned about.

From the minute they met, they began to count how many days were left, and they separated after dozens of hours.

"The day after tomorrow." Fang Matata hugged the hand with his index fingers crossed on his back, and suddenly loosened it weakly.

"En." Fu Jianxi felt his arms relax, turned the chair to face the computer again, and started playing the game again.

Fangmata changed his clothes and went downstairs, walked to the door and returned to the kitchen, took a can of milk and a bottle of juice from the refrigerator and put them on the computer desk, looked down at the people who were serious about playing games, it seemed that people and computers had built a world, Can't see him at all.

Fang Mata sighed, grabbed his fluffy hair twice, turned and walked out.As a result, as soon as he took a step, one hand was grabbed, and it was very fast, but it hurt.He was surprised at the speed, and looked back, he was still the same person who hadn't moved before.Turning around, she lowered her head and kissed Fu Jianxi on the ear, and then on the forehead, before leaving the room and going out the door.

The taxi drove from the east to the west of the city for nearly an hour, and Fang Mata lay on the back of the back seat with his head up.With her index finger and thumb pinching her brows, she was mentally thinking about when this endless journey would be completely over. Not only would Fu Jianxi be unbearable if this continued, he would also collapse.

He got off the plane yesterday and didn't go to Xishan Villa to meet Fang Boqun immediately. This was a silent resistance to Fang Boqun.

First revolt!

It didn't show up until the second day after he came back, which already showed that the people in that villa were no longer the most important people to him.He has the people he wants to see the first time, and they should understand that this means that he misses the people and things there.

Never wanted to!

Seven months ago, since then, he knows more and more what he wants!

want to be free.

He wanted the freedom of chasing that person, being with that person, talking about their future freedom, everything about Fu Jianxi.

Fang Boqun should have understood the months of compromise, but he didn't let go. Why?

He didn't believe that Fang Qin could persuade his father to accept his choice.

However, it is not impossible!

Fang Qin married Fang Boqun according to Fang Boqun's wishes, and gave birth to a child, a boy.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, Fang Yu suddenly felt a sense of darkness.

The car stopped at the main entrance, and before Fang Yan got out of the car, he saw the nanny leading Fang Qi standing across the road to cross the street.

After the taxi left, Fang Yu stood on the side of the road, and Fang Qi, who was crossing the street, recognized him at a glance. "Uncle, Uncle, you are back, Uncle, Uncle, look at my hand." Fang Qi was led halfway by the nanny, and when he saw Fang Yu, he switched to running mode.

He ran in front of Fang Mata in a few steps. As soon as Fang Mata squatted down, Fang Qi jumped up. He was chubby but smarter than a monkey, and sat on Fang Mata's knees with two legs.One arm was wrapped around his neck, the other close to his face, showing him the colorful palms.

"Eh? I've got my hand drawn, so I'm saving paper?" Fang Mata squeezed his chubby hand and held it a little farther away to see what was drawn clearly.

"Five-color flowers, five-color flowers can make wishes. They were originally reserved for grandpa. You see them first, and they are all given to you, uncle. Make your wish, and I will help you make it come true." Fang Qi shook his arm around Fang Yu's neck vigorously. shake.

Fang Yu supported Fang Qi's two fat legs with both hands and pushed them up a few times with a little strength. He hugged Fang Qi in his arms and walked slowly towards the villa, chatting with Xiaopangdun while walking.

"Five wishes, so many, think about it!" He pinched Fang Qi's thumb and said, "The first wish is that the owner of this fat scratch will lose a pound next week." With black eyes, he held back his smile and said with his index finger, "We'll lose another catty next week," followed by his middle finger, "We'll lose another catty next week..."

Before finishing speaking this time, Fang Qi closed his eyes and yelled at him so that the spit flew out, "You are fat, you are fat, your whole family is fat, I promise, I make a wish," Fang Qi Breaking off the thumb, he quickly said: "I hope my uncle will gain five catties next week," then snapped his index finger, "Uncle will gain ten catties next week," and then the middle finger, "Next week, next week, I will become a fat tiger, hahahaha ~!"

While freeing up his hand to tickle him, Fang Yu leaned back his upper body, afraid that the chubby man would laugh out loud, and if one fell to the ground without being hugged, it would not be very nice to be smashed into a pie.

The nanny watched the two of them quarreling and laughing, she pursed her lips and laughed, "Qi Qi is the happiest when you come back, and you are the only one who plays with him like this." Like my grandson, I watched him grow up to the age of six.She could see clearly in her eyes that this family was too strange.It's just that the child is pitiful, but fortunately there is a somewhat popular Fangmata around.

"Aunt Zhou, thank you for your hard work!" Fang Yu felt uncomfortable when he heard the nanny say this, fearing that the child would be sensitive, and then added, "Give this little fat man less food, you can't hold him so fat, right?" Lose weight, lose weight!" Fang Mata pinched Fang Qi's face, and pinched his fleshy arm.

Fang Qi imitated him, pinched his face, pinched his arms, and yelled: "Uncle, lose weight, lose weight, it's so fat, it's so ugly!" He curled his lips pretending to be disgusted.

Wrinkles appeared on the face of the nanny who smiled at the side, "Your uncle is not ugly. Auntie has never seen a guy who is more handsome than your uncle. Qi Qi looks like him. When he grows up, he will be sure to have many girls. like."

When the nanny said this, Fang Qi immediately got excited when he heard it. His buttocks and legs were held in Fang Yu's arms, but his upper body was twisted in front of the nanny, and he asked, "Really? Really? Mama Zhou? Will you like me?"

"Ha~!" Fang Yan laughed angrily. He was only six years old, and his real age was only seven years old. Now that he knew he liked little girls, he raised his hand and slapped Fang Qi's ass, "Tell me, tell my uncle Who does Fat Qi like, he is fat and has not been to serious school for two days, so he has learned to like little girls first, huh?"

Fang Qi knew something was wrong, so he jumped off Fang Yu with his fat buttocks twisted, and ran into the house with short steps on his hips, shouting as he ran, "I won't tell you, I won't tell you, hit me, huh!" !"

Fang Mata shook his head, watching the little fat man run away and disappeared.

After entering the house, the living room was empty, so Fang Matata went directly to Fang Boqun's study.

Surprisingly, the door of Fang Boqun's study was also open today.

Fang Boqun's voice came out of the room before Fang Yu entered the room, and he sounded in a good mood, "I'm back."

This is not a question, just a greeting.After entering the room, Fang Mata simply exchanged greetings. "I arrived yesterday afternoon." After a pause, Fang Boqun didn't speak, so he continued: "It's autumn, it's cool in the morning and evening, let's open a window." Then, he walked to a floor-to-ceiling window and opened two opposite windows. Close the window with the desk blowing.He went to the side of the desk and closed one of the two open windows, leaving one open.

Fang Boqun held the brush in his hand and carried it next to the inkstone, took the towel at hand and wiped his hands while watching Fang Mata close the window, his eyes were loving but not warm enough. "Sit down and talk."

Fang Boqun walked to the chair and sat down, and Fang Mata followed behind to meet him.

"The conditions in Southeast Asia are not good, so I lost a lot of weight." Fang Boqun casually picked up a string of Buddhist beads on the table, shook them in his hand, and then flicked them lightly one by one.

"The weather is relatively hot, and half of the team is not acclimatized to the environment, but after a long time, they all get used to it." Fang Yu paused, and then said, "The market is much better than when we visited before, perhaps because of the transportation and policies in the past two years. There has been a lot of support from all sides.”

Fang Boqun pursed his lips and smiled, with an expression that was under control, "It was developed in the early stage and handed over to them, and the affairs of the branch office went through the formal process." After speaking, Fang Boqun restrained his smile and looked at Fang Mata, his eyes were piercing and radiant. Awareness of all disdain. "Go to Europe. There is a problem with the factory there. Find the next supplier as soon as possible to fill the gap. If it is not a quality problem, lower the original factory by a few points and sign for a few more years. You can figure it out and come back as soon as possible before the end of the year. .”

Fang Boqun spoke calmly, as if what he was explaining was not a big deal.

Fang Yu's heart began to churn, and he suppressed the mixed feelings in his heart before speaking. "Uncle Fang."

Fang Boqun turned his head to look at him, as if he understood what he hadn't finished speaking, and then said, "Don't run away next year, I'm old, Fang Qin can't do it, you have to watch this big family." His words were earnest, but he was sure that the people who heard them would not resist.

Fang Boqun got up, put his generous palm on Fang Yu's shoulder and patted it, and walked out of the study slowly.

Fang Yu felt his shoulders were separated by the string of Buddhist beads, and then he woke up.

Is it the end of the year?

After the end of the year he will be free?

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