What bad thoughts can a canary have?

There was a cool breeze, the streets were deserted, and the silver-white moonlight passed over the curtains, casting a layer of soft light on the floor.

Fu Shiyue was leaning against the head of the bed, holding a book in both hands. After taking a shower, Lin Fei, wearing only a loose shirt, crawled up from under the quilt like a watery mermaid. The quilt covered his head, and his pupils were light in color under the golden light. Dan, "Look at me, don't read books."

Fu Shiyue's damp skin was pressed against Fu Shiyue's after bathing. He turned his head unhurriedly and glanced at his shiny white thighs, "Where's your pajamas?"

Lin Fei's sharp chin rested in the middle of the book, and he was unreasonable and confident, "I like wearing your clothes, don't you?"

Fu Shiyue held the book in one hand, held his chin, and peeled off the quilt on his head with the other hand, "I like it, but it's best if you don't wear it."

Lin Fei narrowed his eyes pretending to be calm, "Uncle Fu, I used to think you were an upright gentleman, only to realize that I was mistaken, you are too perverted."

"Food and sex." Fu Shiyue admitted frankly.

Lin Fei closed the book in his hand, threw it on the bedside table, and rested his chin on his chest, "Uncle said it was easy, but my waist is still hurting from the steering wheel."

Fu Shiyue put his palm on his back, and felt the warmth and delicateness through the shirt, "It hurts here?"

Lin Fei obediently said "um", and added softly, "That place also hurts."

Fu Shiyue pressed his waist gently, and laughed narrowly in his voice, "I can help you press the waist, but I can't help you with anything else."

"You should be thankful that I am in good health. You would have sent someone else to the hospital long ago." Lin Fei said with a suppressed voice.

There was a bit of indescribable resentment in Wu Qiqi's eyes, Fu Shiyue was very helpful, and lightly brushed his forehead, "Do you still dare to be rude in the future?"

Lin Fei tilted his head, leaned on his broad shoulders, wrapped his arms around his arms, "Dare, I have a surprise for you."

"What?" Fu Shiyue was amused, the child in his arms was like a clingy cat.

"I won't tell you." Lin Fei was mysterious, pulled the quilt to cover himself, and used his arm as a pillow, "I'm asleep, don't touch me."

Surprise is not a surprise if you say it. After all, Fu Shiyue said that if you want a tattoo, you will break his leg. Lin Fei is looking forward to Fu Shiyue's expression when he sees the tattoo.

The next day when Lin Fei came back from school, Fu Shiyue, who was busy with work, had already returned to China. The main contact methods of the two were WeChat and phone. Lin Fei was so busy that he couldn't think about his uncle, and it was very troublesome to deal with schoolwork and social relationships.

What He Yanning said about the link between reaction ability and IQ may have some truth. Lin Fei was the first student in the summer school to complete all his homework. While waiting for the professor's recommendation letter, he carried his notebook to listen to lectures and club meetings every day. These activities did not Boring, for example, there is actually a Tolkien Research Association, which spends an entire afternoon discussing the history of the Hobbit, or for fans of a brief history of time, discussing the feasibility of time travel.

What he likes most is listening to lectures. Those people who are only seen in newspapers on weekdays, such as several Nobel Prize winners, or the leaders of the world's top companies, as well as celebrities in politics from various countries, are dizzying, like It is a kaleidoscopic world unfolding in front of my eyes, and the feeling of being violently impacted by knowledge is wonderful.

On the day when she received the recommendation letter, Lin Fei quietly bought a ticket back home without telling anyone, and returned home lightly with a simple backpack on her back.

The long-lost Qiantang City has even more beautiful scenery. Lin Fei took a taxi and went straight to the tattoo shop that he had visited before. The shop is on the second floor of a commercial street. Yan sat at the counter, lowering his head to paint his nails.

Hearing the wind chimes ringing at the door, she raised her head. Even though she had met Lin Fei a long time ago, she was still amazed. She swallowed a cigarette and looked at Lin Fei's white and clean ears. "

"I have a tattoo." Lin Fei slapped his ID card on the counter.

My sister looked at her ID card, and then at him, and noticed something was different. The last time I saw Lin Fei, he was still a teenager on the ID card. He was a half-grown child, with childish looks, and his eyebrows and eyes were correct. He was a good-looking schoolgirl , the boy in front of him is different, his appearance is more refined, his whole body has a completely new temperament, he is full of vigor and self-confidence, and has everyone's demeanor, as if he has been completely reborn.

"You debuted as a star?" My sister couldn't bear the gossip.

Lin Fei chuckled, and put his ID card back into the side pocket of his backpack, "Are you doing business?"

My sister pointed her chin inside the curtain, "Is it still the place where the tattoo is on the lower back?"

Lin Fei put down his backpack, lay down on the tattoo chair, and pulled up the T-shirt with one hand, "It's enough to cover this scar."

"How beautiful is your scar? How sexy, brother."

"Do you want to do business?"

"Do it, do it." My sister didn't say much, looking at his thin and delicate waist, she clicked her tongue a few times, "What's the tattoo?"

Lin Fei took out his mobile phone and showed her Fu Shiyue's WeChat name, "u5085, tattoo this."

"What do you mean?"

Lin Fei pursed his lips and smiled, and said softly: "The ascii code corresponding to my boyfriend's last name, he learned programming."

"Damn, you're romantic!" My sister looked at his happy face, and didn't know who to envy. "The light pattern letters are too monotonous. How about I tattoo two hearts on your back waist?"

Lin Fei hummed, believing in the aesthetics of professionals.

The elder sister went straight to the tattoo, piercing it one by one. The single needle and the round needle went into battle. Lin Fei's side cheek was pressed against the tattoo chair without moving. The pain was really painful, as if the piece of flesh was not his own.

A full four hours passed, my sister was sweating, and she was done. She took a photo to show him, and smiled triumphantly, "Isn't it beautiful? I want to use it as an advertisement!"

The fleshy buttocks propped up the loose jeans and tightened upwards along the clear and beautiful waistline. The waist is flexible and thin, and the waist is deep enough to raise goldfish. A row of rose-red cursive letters under the tailbone, two graceful Embellished with peach hearts, this picture is like a sharp knife out of its sheath, killing without blood.

Lin Fei had never looked at his back before, and he didn't expect that his butt was quite fleshy. He stared at it for a few seconds, "Your skills are really good."

"You have such a life-threatening waist, if I don't tattoo you better, it's not for my own brand?" My sister smiled, and while sticking the gauze on him, she said sincerely, "If I were your boyfriend, if I saw this, I would marry him on the spot." You propose!"

Lin Fei didn't take it seriously, "I'm still young, I won't talk about marriage until I graduate from university."

He paid the money readily, and walked out with his backpack in his hand. It was getting dark outside, and street lights were lit up in the city. His sister leaned against the door and called him, "Brother, I wish you and your boyfriend a long time! Sweet and sweet!"

Lin Fei lowered his head and smiled, the corners of his sharp mouth curled up into a sweet arc, his two small fangs were clean and clean, anyone who saw his current appearance would smile knowingly.

He got into the taxi like a brisk swallow, his lower back was too painful, he didn't dare to lean on the back of the chair, he sat upright, the bustling street outside the car window retreated, and his heart beat out of rhythm.

Lin Fei took out his mobile phone, clicked on u5085's WeChat dialog box, typed a line and deleted it, but decided to go directly to Kerui for a surprise attack.

From the front desk to the executives in the Career R&D Building, everyone is familiar with him. It is rumored privately that he is the future proprietress. The girl at the front desk of the ice cream stretched out her hand to stop her, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fu is not in the office now. He should be in the VIP restaurant with Mr. Cheng and Mr. Xiang. You go to the twelfth floor."

Lin Fei said thank you and pressed the metal button on the [-]th floor. He had eaten in Cree's staff restaurant before, but he didn't expect there to be a VIP restaurant.

The restaurant was empty and there was no one there. Lin Fei went all the way to the terrace. The huge space was filled with lush vegetation and the fragrance of flowers. A blond musician was playing the piano, and the backs of three men were leaning on the semicircular beige sofa.

Fu Shiyue was taller than the other two, with a straight and broad back, very conspicuous, with one arm resting on the back of the sofa, and his posture was calm and leisurely.

The tune is very nice, and Lin Fei often heard it in Fu Shiyue's car. When he approached, the first thing he heard was Cheng Ze's teasing voice.

"Boss Fu is really affectionate. He pushed several meetings and went abroad to see his little lover."

Xiang Di smiled softly, "Didn't you see the red mark on his neck when I went to pick him up the day he just returned to China, the kid is so fierce!"

"Really?" Cheng Ze was dumbfounded, and repeatedly marveled, "No wonder Mr. Fu never forgets."

Xiang Di jokingly said, "Cai, can the taste be bad?"

Lin Fei clenched his fists as if being splashed with cold water, and slowly adjusted his breathing.

Fu Shiyue's voice was familiar yet unfamiliar, as calm as water: "Enough, stop talking about this kind of thing."

Xiang Di raised his fire, "Boss Fu is angry, this is the first time I've seen you."

"Ah?" Cheng Ze realized it later, and said in amazement: "Mr. Fu, don't be serious. You must sign a prenuptial agreement when you get married. I have a friend who fell into the trap of true love and lost everything when he got married. Now the company There are hundreds of millions in debt."

"Can your friend compare with Boss Fu?" Xiang Di smiled, "A kid, what do you love or not? He's young and good-looking, and he just has a canary!"

"I think Fu is always serious. What's wrong with the kid? The kid is very capable!" Cheng Ze shook his head and asked cheaply, "Boss Fu, when will you send me a wedding invitation?"

Fu Shiyue raised his jaw slightly, and said in a cold and indifferent tone that Lin Fei had never heard before, "Who will marry his pet?"

Lin Fei felt a faint pain in his chest and ribs. He clasped his elbows tightly with his hands, and his fingertips trembled slightly. His tone and voice were so strange that he wondered if it was Fu Shiyue's words.

"Lin Fei? Have you returned to China?" Secretary Bai's voice sounded from behind unexpectedly, looking at him in surprise.

Lin Fei turned her head, and she froze on the spot, staring dumbfounded at the pair of beautiful and clean deer eyes, with tears in her eyes.

Lin Fei felt his cheeks getting hot and his vision blurred. He was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that it was tears. He raised his hand to touch it, and the warm liquid stuck to his fingertips. He didn't know why he was crying, the tears were inexplicable.

Fu Shiyue stood up abruptly, causing the coffee table to overturn, and there was a loud noise, and the voice was suddenly gentle, "Small sweet cake."

This name was like a gate, Lin Fei's tears were like a collapsing river, pouring out of his eyes uncontrollably, he blinked desperately, trying to take it back, but to no avail, he simply let the tears flow.

He passed by Fu Shiyue, walked to the sofa with his head held high, picked up the tissue on the coffee table on the other side, and wiped his tears casually, his voice was sour and hoarse, "What a coincidence, I don't like you either, I'm just mercenary, immoral, and I want to find A rich man made a class leap."

It was the first time for Fu Shiyue to understand what it means to be at a loss. He knew Lin Fei too well. He was stubborn, cunning, aggressive, lively and bright, and beautiful without knowing it. Every look made him remember deeply. Cry like now.

A feeling of anger that made his pulse quicken was burning, almost subconsciously, he pulled out the pocket square, and carefully wiped the damned tears, Lin Fei turned his face to avoid, he reached out and gently clamped his jaw, carefully and seriously wiped away the tears. Tears, hot tears fell on the back of the hand, hot as a soldering iron, "Don't cry."

Lin Fei took a deep breath, trembling in his breath, "I wanted to break up with you when I returned to China. I got a letter of recommendation from my professor. It's okay to work hard to get into Cambridge. I won't need you in the future, you've already said that about me , let’s forget it!”

"I am, as they say, young and good-looking, and I should have a good taste, as your canary, right?" Lin Fei chuckled, looking at Fu Shiyue with sharp eyes.

Fu Shiyue's Adam's apple rolled tightly, the silver pocket square was dyed light gray, and the tears seemed to be inexhaustible. He has always been able to do things with ease, and he is calm. At this moment, there is nothing he can do. The only command in his brain is to let Lin Fei stop crying immediately, "Stop crying, okay?" ?”

Lin Fei slapped his hand away and smiled indifferently: "Goodbye."

After finishing speaking, he turned around without looking back, straightened his back, and strode away mercilessly.

Fu Shiyue slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes were bottomless, and he stared firmly at Lin Fei's back in the glass wall, which gradually faded away until he disappeared from sight. He took a few steps back and leaned against the back of the sofa, his usual indifferent face changed The work is gloomy and cold, like a depressing volcano on the verge of eruption, burning at the touch of a button.

Cheng Ze watched a good show, stood up with a smile, and wanted to say something to cheer up the atmosphere. Secretary Bai turned pale and kept shaking his head at him. Cheng Ze immediately understood and sat back without saying a word.

Xiang Di was not so lucky, he didn't see Secretary Bai's warning, "Boss Fu, I'm really sorry, I ran away your little lover in anger!"

Fu Shiyue turned his face and looked directly at him. His deep pupils were cold and devoid of any emotions that normal people would have. It was creepy. Xiang Di's scalp felt numb almost instantly, and his whole body felt cold, as if being stared at by a demon. There is no doubt that the friend who has known him for many years in front of him will kill him.

"roll."

Fu Shiyue uttered a word, restrained the turbulent emotions in his chest, and looked down at the pocket square in his hand, the dazzling light gray was like a needle stuck in the bottom of his heart.

Lin Fei walked out of the R&D building expressionlessly, and everyone who passed him was dumbfounded and looked at his seemingly unstoppable tears in amazement.

It happened that the house was leaking because it rained overnight, and it took him half an hour to hail a taxi in the sparsely populated suburbs. He opened the door and got in. His voice was a little shy, "Go to XX Commercial Street."

The location of the tattoo shop just now.

There are many people with tattoos in this world, but few like him, just want to get tattooed after tattooing.