Fangzhong of the day

Before dinner, Fang Matata's car drove into Xishan Villa.Fang Qi was playing with water in front of the flower garden, wearing rain boots and a raincoat decently.A water gun, a large bucket of water, and a small water wheel half a meter high.Within a few meters around Fang Qi, everything was wet, and the flower seedlings covered in the flower garden also suffered.

If it were someone else, even he and Fang Qin would be beaten or punished by Fang Boqun, which was commonplace when they were young.But the disease of "pain in the next generation" is really hopeless.There is only one person in this world who can control Fang Boqun, and that is his seven-year-old grandson Fang Qi, who promises to fight wherever he wants, and there is nothing wrong with him. Fortunately, Fang Qi is not spoiled.

When Fang Yu looked at Fang Qi's sloppy, wanton, and willful way, it seemed that this was another invisible Fang Qin. Maybe it was because of this that Fang Boqun doted on his grandson so much. This was not an obvious act of compensation. It's hard to see.

"Uncle." Fang Qi's childish voice instantly brought Fang Mata back to reality, and a jet of water poured down his head and face. "Hahahaha... what are you thinking, uncle, look at the trick..." Fang Qi, wearing a transparent raincoat with a water gun in his hand, was like an anti-virus and epidemic prevention personnel. Fang Mata stood still, holding up the dinosaur model in his hand to block the entire upper body.

"Kangdang~."

Fang Mata tilted his head, looking at Fang Qi with a pair of eyes leaking from one side of the box.At this moment, Fang Qi had already left the water gun on the ground, and while running towards him, he also took off his raincoat, and threw the raincoat over his head on the spot.

"Wow... Did the dinosaur model give it to me? Is it? Is it?" Fang Qi raised his hands and hopped up to get the big box in Fang Mata's hand. When Fang Qi was excited, he liked to repeat a sentence, "Uncle, here is Is it mine? Is it?"

Fang Yu only felt hurt by his yelling, "Yes, yes, it's for you, it's for you...but first pick up the raincoat and water gun for me." Fang Yu said and put the box directly on himself Carry it on your shoulders.

thump, thump..., Fang Qi turned into a whirlwind and ran back to pick up the raincoat and water gun, and then ran back with a thump, and stuffed the things into Fang Yu's arms while they were still dripping.With both hands hanging in the crook of Fang Mata's arms, he pulled down the box he was carrying.

"Take it." Fang Yu gave the model to Fang Qi, took the raincoat and water gun back into the bucket, and followed Fang Qi into the house.

Fang Boqun was not in the living room, and his aunt was preparing dinner in the kitchen.Fang Qi didn't bother to take off his boots when he entered the room, he sat down on the living room carpet and started to take apart the toys.

Fang Mata went straight up to the second floor and walked towards Fang Boqun's study.

"Dangdang." Fang Mata knocked lightly on the study door.

"Enter~!" The word was drawn with a long sound, thick and long.

"Uncle Fang." Fang Yan entered the room, called out to Fang Boqun, closed the door behind him, walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Hmm... is Fang Qi still playing with water?" Fang Boqun was practicing calligraphy, and Fang Mata just responded when he came in, without raising his head.

"Unpacking toys in the living room." Fang Mata looked at Fang Boqun's writing hand, which was balanced and steady, with strong fingers and wrists, and a straight and strong pen.

"He has so many toys that the storage room will not be able to fit them all. When he is free, he will clean up one from the unused garage." Fang Boqun spoke softly, with a slightly doting look on his face.

"Okay!" Fang Mata sat on the sofa, as if returning to this villa, his evil nature, his unrestrained spirit, were all placed outside the gate and not brought in.What is brought in is the stability, prudence, and obedience invisible to outsiders. This is Fangmata, who is exclusive to this house.

"How long has it been since you visited Yang Zhai?" Fang Boqun raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Mata while speaking, his eyes as deep as ink were clearly speculative.

"I went to Yang's house last week." That means we only met once in half a month, and Fang Yu could clearly guess what Fang Boqun was thinking.Yang Zhai is a senior and is about to graduate soon, so it's time to put the wedding date on the agenda.

"Bring it back next Friday and have dinner together. I heard that her brother Yang Ting has returned to China." Fang Boqun put the brush into the brush washer, picked up the towel at hand and wiped his hands and looked at Fang Yu.

Asking the younger sister to take the elder brother along, whether it is for the younger sister or the elder brother, the words cannot be too obvious.Whether Yang Zhai can invite Yang Ting Fangmao has no hope, and Fang Boqun's tone does not mean that Yang Ting must be invited.

Two people with embarrassing identities tied together can really only do embarrassing things.

Fang Yu followed Fang Boqun out of the study room, and walked towards the dining room one after the other. After passing the living room, Fang Qi had already placed the whole set of dinosaur models on the floor.

"Grandpa~Grandpa, you go around, don't step on my Tyrannosaurus rex." Fang Qi sat on the carpet, pointed out a way with his index finger and directed Fang Boqun to go, Fang Boqun really went around the restaurant with a smile. "Uncle, Uncle, how do you pronounce this word? I can't even understand this manual?" Fang Qi scratched his hair in distress.

Fang Mata sat down beside him, and raised his hand to smooth his messy hair.He picked up the instruction manual and began to read it, pointing to a part of the scene toys and began to explain to Fang Qi.

Except for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday evening shifts, Fu Jianxi's life at school is like a repeater, all five days are painting, combining theory with practice, every day is the same.The only difference is that the things drawn on the drawing board change with time and mood.

Dajian said that it was a waste of time for him to only paint. In fact, he really wanted to say that it was a waste of time not to paint.If the money left by his grandfather is not enough for his tuition, he would rather rot in the studio, take root in the paint, and grow a colorful and shining tree of himself.

humming-!

The phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. Fu Jianxi, who had just undid the chain of his trousers, really wanted to torture the caller to death.

"Hey!"

"Hey hey..." Dajian sounded very excited, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

"Hey sister, hurry up and say it." Fu Jianxi kept her hush posture still.

"Fuck...so excited, my little gossip radar is beeping, beeping, and beeping." Da Jian seemed to find someone less empty to talk, and there was an empty echo on the phone.

"If you don't say it again, I'll hang up."

"Just... who wants to sleep with you. Damn... I hugged and hugged Yun Ge in the company's practice room just now... I really can't tell. Usually Yun Ge's nostrils are almost turned upside down, but today It looks like a little sheep. My eyeballs almost fell to the ground, my lord, but let me take it easy, it's really exciting..." Dajian couldn't hide the shock and disbelief in his tone.

"If you keep nagging, the birds will be scared and wilted!"

"Ah... I'm sorry, big brother, where are you walking the bird?" After speaking, a series of mean smiles came from the phone.

"Where is your focus?" Fu Jianxi put the phone between her ears and her shoulders, washing her hands in front of the faucet.

"Important point... First, that person's name is Fang Yu. Brother Li said that this person is a relative of the boss, but I don't know anything about it. Second, Yun Ge is rushing to send it up. It's broken. Contacting back and forth can make Yun Ge throw himself into his arms and show off the attitude of a little sheep, aren't you interested in this person?"

"When will it be my turn to fight with a sheep... Oh no, grab a satyr from a group of sheep. Besides, I am straight and straight. Even if I bend one day, this kind of behavior is not in line with me. The three views are wrong. It's all wasted... understand?" Fu Jianxi's words were loose but firm.

"Understood~!" Dajian thought in a daze that what Fu Jianxi said made sense, but he couldn't tell where it made sense. He was completely overwhelmed by Fu Jianxi's arrogance.

"hang."

"Oh~! Oh, no, wait, wait, we haven't talked about the business yet." Dajian, who was in a state of confusion, recovered in time and stopped Fu Jianxi from hanging up the phone.

"You've talked a lot of nonsense, and you haven't talked about the real thing yet?" Fu Jianxi walked to the classroom while making a phone call.

"This Friday, you work nights, right? Don't go home, the barbeque restaurant directly opposite your school, I'm treating you." Dajian said this in a tone that didn't sound like inviting you to a barbeque, but more like, "From now on, the uncle will take care of you." You are', the tone is generous and heroic.

Fu Jianxi was waiting for the construction near the Ximen subway station, and the mountain bike was parked near the wall on the side of the gate.Dajian sent a message saying that there were still three stops, and asked Fu Jianxi to wait for him at the exit.Leaning on the mountain bike, earphones plugged in, mobile phone in hand, playing mobile games.Fu Jianxi felt that someone was staring at her, and she had a strong sense of reality.There were a lot of people coming in and out of the school, and the glances from those who passed by were short-lived and not so presumptuous.

Fu Jianxi paused the game, looked up and scanned around.

Very good, it's such a coincidence!

One of the protagonists in Dajian's gossip story appeared at the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Fang Mata rested one hand on the steering wheel in the driver's seat, pulled down the sunglasses with the index finger of the other hand, and looked at Fu Jianxi who was leaning on the mountain bike through the window of the co-pilot.After their eyes met for a short while, Fu Jianxi withdrew her gaze and clicked on the mobile game to continue playing.

"Bang!" The man got out of the car.

Fang Yu was both surprised and pleasantly surprised to see Fu Jianxi at the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts, and the haze of being entangled by Yun Ge just now was swept away.Getting out of the car, he walked around the front of the car, walked to the co-pilot who was facing Fu Jianxi, leaned against the car door, and looked at Fu Jianxi without any concealment.

Light gray hooded sweater, dark sweatpants, dark sneakers.The black city mountain bike behind him coincides with the color of the body, and the only thing on the body is the fluorescent green earphone strap color.The fluorescent green earphone cable extends from the side of the fair face to the hand holding the phone, which is quiet and clean and has an irresistible attraction.

Fang Matata was wearing sunglasses, with his hands folded in front of his chest, his legs crossed together casually, and stretched forward.The sunglasses blocked his line of sight, and it was impossible to tell where he was looking from the outside, nor could he distinguish his expression.

The eyes of people passing by the school gate were all attracted by the two people in front of them.

Fu Jianxi is an ever-blossoming and invincible flower in the high mountains of the Academy of Fine Arts. The high places are extremely cold, and people always dare to look at them and dare not approach them.

At a glance, Fang Mata is the suave and suave Young Master Hua Cong, exuding a fatal attraction to bees, waves and butterflies all over his body.

Fu Jianxi had already stopped playing the game in her hand, and changed to swiping the barbecue coupons.

"Yang Di, your boyfriend is here to pick you up..." Three girls came from behind Fu Jianxi, one of them said.

"What kind of boyfriend, who is engaged, can you call him fiance?"

Fu Jianxi raised her eyes to look at the three girls passing by her, and the three girls also saw Xiang Fu Jianxi.An expression of ecstasy filled Fu Jianxi's eyes.

Fu Jianxi's intuition, whether this bloody plot should have something to do with the scumbag three meters away in front of him who leaned on the car door and stared at him for a few minutes, so as to fit his scumbag personality.

"Wow... Master Xiaocao, Master Xiaocao~" The three girls walked over, and one of them looked back at Fu Jianxi indifferently while being excited.

"Yang Di Yang Di, I can't do it anymore." Another girl in a long skirt shook vigorously.

"Don't shake me, I can't do it either." Yang Di pulled away the hand that had been shaking her, and went straight to Fangmata. "So early."

Fang Yu's gaze moved away from Fu Jianxi, paused briefly on Yang Di's face, returned a polite smile, opened the co-pilot's door with one hand, and put his hand on Yang Di's shoulder.

"Let's go first, bye!" Yang Zhai turned to look at the two friends behind him, and then his eyes fell on Fu Jianxi who was not far away, and the three girls looked at Fu Jianxi with hot eyes in unison.

Fang Yu looked at the enthusiastic eyes of the three girls, and was a little funny. Is this look similar to the one he had behind the sunglasses just now?Fortunately, I wore sunglasses today! "Know him?" Fang Mata asked Yang Zhai.

"The whole school knows each other, okay? The school girl and the school flower." Yang Di waved at the two friends and got on the car.

After Fangmata got into the car, he fastened his seat belt and glanced at the direction of Fu Jianxi through the window. "School grass school flower?" Fang Matata asked in a flat tone.

"School grass is the literal meaning, school beauty is because our school flower is not as good-looking as the school flower, so everyone called him the school grass school flower lord. Didn't you see it?" Yang Di looked at Fangmata regretfully, "That's right, You didn't see the face, mixed blood, one-eighth European blood, handsome and good-looking..."

While driving, Fang Yu listened to Yang Di's introduction of their school girl, Miss Hua. Thinking about it carefully, it really deserved the name, otherwise how could he explain his uncontrollable eyes again and again.

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Thunder and lightning, scared to death!

I always feel that when a thunder strikes, my computer will be over~

So write a little bit, save it once, after such a chapter, I feel like I am going to have obsessive-compulsive disorder!