wind blowing

Jing Yu opened the door, and it was the cleaning lady from the housekeeping service center who had arrived.

Jing Yu told her aunt the place to be cleaned, and hurried back to the house.

Fu Fenglan watched the door lock with a "click".

Crisp and crisp, without sloppy.

Fu Fenglan looked away.

Nod politely to Aunt Cleaning: "Thank you for your hard work."

Jing Yu opened the door again, it was already past six o'clock in the evening.

Fu Fenglan was reading a book by the balcony. The cover was stamped in silver and dark blue, as thick as a knuckle. It was Rousseau's "Confessions".

There are several black takeaway boxes on the table, which are four dishes and one soup ordered from a Cantonese restaurant. They have been left cold for a long time.

The aroma of bamboo fungus soup lingers in the air, shadowy, cold and fresh.

Fu Fenglan raised his head when he heard the voice: "Hungry?"

Jing Yu scratched her head embarrassingly: "You don't have to wait for me, you can eat first..."

Fu Fenglan closed the book: "It's okay, I'm not very hungry."

The two heated up the food in the microwave and went to the dining table for dinner.

In the past, the dining table was very lively.

Jing Yu likes to play and make trouble, and she is also picky eater, so the dinner table is often full of chaos.

Fu Fenglan tried his best to feed Jing Yu a spoonful of vegetables.

Jing Yu also has infinite curiosity and interest in his life, and likes to pester him with all kinds of weird gossip.

For example, what is the daily life of the crew like, is the director swearing fiercely, what to do if you can’t memorize the lines in the acting, are couples in the crew really common, and so on.

It's unusual today.

Jing Yu's cell phone kept ringing, as if the person on the other side of the screen kept sending messages.

Jing Yu had no choice but to type and reply to the message with her left hand, and pick up the rice with her right hand, keeping her eyes on the screen all the time, circling the person on the other side of the phone with her whole body and mind, she was so busy.

Fu Fenglan ate quietly for a while.

After a while, as if he couldn't bear it, he asked him: "Chat with friends?"

"No," Jing Yu kept on pointing her fingertips, "It's the teacher who taught me. The homework is a bit difficult and there are a lot of homework. I just want to ask a few more questions before he rests."

Fu Fenglan: "Culture class?"

Jing Yu was taken aback, and quickly continued: "Yes, it's the cultural teacher. Because the art test requires cultural courses, I have always been weak in this area."

Seeing that Jing Yu was too busy to separate himself, Fu Fenglan didn't say anything more, but silently put a few more chopsticks of roasted pigeon in his rice bowl.

When Fu Fenglan finished eating, Jing Yu hadn't finished eating yet.

Instead of urging him, he opened the Confessions and waited patiently as he read.

Seeing that some dishes were cold, he reheated them in the microwave oven and put them in a place that Jingyu could easily reach.

About half an hour later, Jing Yu put down her chopsticks and collapsed on the back of the seat like a deflated balloon.

Jing Yu: "I'm exhausted to death..."

Fu Fenglan put down the book, smiled and said, "What is so difficult?"

Jing Yu said vaguely: "I confused the concepts for some comprehensive essay questions, now I'm fine, I've asked them clearly."

Fu Fenglan: "Although I have graduated for ten years, I was also No. 1 in the art test and entered the acting department. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. I may not be as good as your teacher."

Jing Yu: "Ah... It's still not necessary. You have to recover from your injuries, and you have to work on filming after recovering from your injuries. How can I bother you."

Fu Fenglan: "It's your business, not trouble."

Jing Yu sneered: "How can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer, you, a serious academic actor, give me extra lessons, you are too talented and useless."

Fu Fenglan tapped his finger on the table: "Speaking of which, I also know a lot of famous training courses in the circle, and many art test teachers used to be my classmates or colleagues. What is the name of your teacher, and which institution? I may know."

Jing Yu faltered: "...Is it impossible? This teacher was introduced to me by my former classmate. He came from Sichuan. He is not from Beijing. You probably don't know him."

Fu Fenglan repeated: "From Sichuan?"

In fact, what he wants to ask is: Not Caucasian?

Jing Yu said firmly, "Yes, from Sichuan."

Fu Fenglan's eyebrows trembled imperceptibly: "I see... I know."

Jing Yu was afraid that he would continue to ask questions, so she hurriedly stood up: "I'm so tired today, I'm sweating all over, I'm going to take a shower first!"

Grabbing the phone, he ran away as if his butt was on fire.

Fu Fenglan watched his back, did not speak, and frowned clearly.

That night, Jing Yu suffered a lot.

I don't know where Fu Fenglan, the old bastard, took the wrong medicine. He was still amiable when he was having dinner, but when he got on the bed, he suddenly seemed to be a different person. And don't stop.

Jing Yu scolded: "Get off... get off!"

Fu Fenglan calmly answered in his ear: "If you hate me, kick me down."

How could Jing Yu kick him.

Not to mention that Fu Fenglan is still hurt now, even when he was in good condition before, he was not even willing to let Fu Fenglan stand for a long time.

Fu Fenglan was sure of this point, relying on being a sick person, he bullied people severely all night.

In the end, Jing Yu was so limp that she couldn't move a single finger, and couldn't even swallow her saliva.

Fu Fenglan bit his ear and asked him, "You really don't want me to make up your lessons?"

Jing Yu gritted her teeth: "You are full..."

Fu Fenglan: "Well, I'm just full."

But talking about life and death, after playing all night, Jing Yu didn't let go.

Fu Fenglan had nothing to do with him.

The next day, Jing Yu didn't wake up until noon.

During the period, the phone rang several times, first it was a message bubble sound, and then it was a rapid phone ringtone.

Jing Yu buried her head under the quilt heavily, grunted a few times, her thin arms and shoulders were exposed, and against the thin gray quilt, she looked even whiter, as fat as jade.

Fu Fenglan took his mobile phone over and stared at the "ProfessorAlex" on the caller ID on the interface.

Jing Yu struggled to fumble around to find her cell phone.

Fu Fenglan put the phone in his hand: "Your phone has been ringing for a while."

Jing Yu subconsciously pressed the answer button.

Then, as if realizing something suddenly, his body trembled and he woke up.

Sitting up in a hurry, he quickly opened Line, and immediately received a bombardment of messages from the opposite side of the screen.

He missed today's class time, and Alex sent seven or eight messages asking him if something happened.

Alex possesses both American debauchery and German rigor, and because he is still young, he is not as cold and staid as ordinary professors.

He was going to be late for a while, and Alex was about to call Chu Zishi.

Jing Yu quickly sent a message to explain.

When typing, she turned slightly to avoid Fu Fenglan's sight.

Fortunately, Fu Fenglan didn't seem interested in his chat content.

He just hugged Jing Yu from behind after putting down his phone, and fell into the soft quilt with him again.

Jing Yu struggled: "I'm going to get up..."

Fu Fenglan kissed his shoulder and neck, from top to bottom, from back to front: "What are you doing when you get up?"

Jing Yu: "In class..."

Fu Fenglan paused, and the strength of the kiss seemed to be a bit heavier: "It's okay if you don't have class for a day."

Jing Yu was shocked.

Is this really what Fu Fenglan would say!

Is he still that veteran Fu Fenglan who gets up at six o'clock every day, works hard to film and study, and is known as the company's model worker!

Fu Fenglan touched him from behind, from the waist to the lower abdomen, from the lower abdomen to the front chest.

It feels like brocade, soft and soft, like floating clouds.

With a light touch, Jing Yu arched her waist uncontrollably.

Fu Fenglan smiled heavily, and the smile was a bit bad: "It's so sensitive."

Jing Yu became angry from embarrassment: "I said last night that I can't do that."

He is not a girl.

No matter how much you suck it, it is impossible to have that kind of function...

It made him swollen and painful in the morning, and he felt tingling even after rubbing against the sheets.

Fu Fenglan's hand became more and more presumptuous as he touched it, and it seemed that he was about to misfire again.

Jing Yu quickly got out of bed and got dressed awkwardly.

Fu Fenglan stayed on the empty bed alone, watching him get dressed.

After he finished dressing, he said casually, "You love studying so much?"

Jing Yu avoided his gaze: "Those who have paid the money should not waste it."

I also knew that this reason was untenable, so I ran to the bathroom to wash up without waiting for Fu Fenglan's answer.

Jing Yu endured the soreness in her body and insisted on attending the class all afternoon.

At night, fall asleep.

This time Fu Fenglan didn't bother him because he was really out of strength.

In fact, in the next few days, Jing Yu was exhausted by her homework.

When I met Fu Fenglan during the day, I would hide if I could.

He couldn't escape at night, but because he was overtired, Fu Fenglan kissed him and touched him, but he didn't respond.

Even when his legs are separated, he can only say weakly: "Hurry up, I'm going to fall asleep..."

Fu Fenglan was so angry that he almost lifted the quilt and shook him awake.

He wanted to grab Jing Yu's shoulder and ask him, who is that Alex, what is his relationship with him, why are they video chatting during the day and night, what is there to say, and why they can talk for so long.

For thirteen of the 24 hours, they chatted face to face in the closed and secret room.

No man can bear such a thing.

But he also knew that there was no rush for such a thing.

Jing Yu is a sensitive cat, she can't be frightened or coerced, but can only be groped along its fur, slowly drawing out his sincerity.

If you ask rashly, the cat will probably run away with a whimper and disappear without a trace.