During summer vacations in previous years, Fu Zhiyang would spend half of his time wandering outside 24 hours a day, never going home until dark.

That home was just a place to sleep for him, dispensable.

There has never been a summer vacation where he can stay in the house willingly, eating watermelon and listening to music to his heart's content.

Fu Hai approached him several times in succession, but each time he was turned away, no matter what he said, Fu Zhiyang turned a deaf ear to him.

Fu Zhiyang was determined not to see this father.

Lu Xia suspected that he was afraid of meeting Fu Hai if he didn't go out.

The father and son are like boiled eagles, one is persistent, and the other is a bastard who has eaten the weight.

But Fu Hai wasn't that brainy after all, he couldn't stand Fu Zhiyang, so he decided on Lu Xia.

I don't know where he found out about the restaurant where Lu Xia worked, and he conducted a unilateral negotiation in the name of eating.

"I know that Zhiyang has a very good relationship with you now, and you have a way to persuade him." The expensive suit on Fu Hai's body is incompatible with this restaurant full of oily smoke. Although he is smiling, it still gives people a sense of oppression .

Lu Xia sneered inwardly, thinking that your own son can't control him, so he came here to show me off.

He didn't show his sarcasm, and said casually, "What do you want me to say for you?"

He got straight to the point, and Fu Hai was unambiguous: "Let him follow me."

"Well..." Lu Yan clicked his tongue pretending to be embarrassed, "It doesn't work if you try to persuade him personally, and he may not listen to my words."

Fu Hai was silent for a moment, and said: "Zhi Yang was not close to me since childhood, and I haven't seen him have any special friends in so many years. He is willing to live with you, but in fact he regards you as the only person close to him. He will definitely listen."

Lu Xia lowered her eyes and secretly rolled her eyes.

If Fu Zhiyang had been so obedient, the two of them would not have quarreled every day.

Although there hasn't been much quarrel recently, it was purely Lu Xia unilaterally giving way to him.

"Teacher." These two words were a little hot on the lips, and Lu Xia hesitated, and then said after a pause, "I can convey the words for you, whether he listens or not is another matter."

Saying this is tantamount to not saying it, which is equivalent to farting.

Fu Hai's eyes fell on the cooled tea, as if he was deliberating: "...Before I came, I got a general understanding of the neighbors' opinions on the two of you living together, and there are inevitably some gossips, you should know about it?"

"..."

Lu Xia twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a genuine sneer.

Tongzilou is such a big place, any gossip will definitely spread to everyone, so he has naturally heard of it.

When the two first lived together, they fought every day, and there was a lot of trouble, and the neighbors around knew it.

In addition, Fu Zhiyang has a good skin that is harmless to humans and animals, and Lu Yan's impression is too crazy. Gradually, some people guessed that the lunatic Lu kidnapped the boy, and there were some strange noises at night , Maybe they are forcing people to do something unspeakable.

It wasn't until later that Fu Zhiyang bought a bunch of high-end furniture ostentatiously, and the rumors turned into that Lu Xian was taken care of, and there must be some shady activities behind his back.

No matter which version it was, Lu Yan somehow became that sinner.

And the truth is, he didn't do anything.

Not to mention that the other party is a young boy, even if he is a beautiful and beautiful fairy, Lu Yan may not be able to lift a gun.

Besides, he didn't think there was a problem with his sexual orientation. The neighbor probably thought that a crazy person must do something crazy, so he put the shit pot on his head.

"Do you believe these words?" Lu Xia asked.

"I am your teacher, and I trust you as a person."

Lu Yan sneered under Fu Hai's locked gaze, and put on a casual expression: "So it's actually good for me if he leaves, isn't it, teacher?"

"Yes." Fu Hai continued, "If you do me this favor, I will naturally not treat you badly."

Lu Xia smiled lazily: "That's good. What do you want me to say?"

Fu Hai nodded in satisfaction, released his clasped hands, changed a relaxed posture, and said slowly: "Give him two choices, either live with me or study abroad."

The temperature of the air conditioner was a little low, and the cold air was blowing continuously. Fu Zhiyang was naked on the upper body, wrapped in a thin blanket on the lower body, and stuffed the dirty clothes that had accumulated for a long time into the washing machine.

As soon as Lu Yan entered the door, she saw him walking around naked, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for clothes." Fu Zhiyang picked up the dusty suitcase and muttered, "Why are there none left..."

He turned to look at Lu Xia: "Give me some clothes to wear."

Lu Xia asked absently, "What clothes?"

"It's fine if you can wear it. I'm going to take a shower. I have no clothes to wear."

"Then." Lu Yan pointed to her wardrobe, "Find it yourself."

Fu Zhiyang moved over with his slippers, rummaged for a while, found a large T-shirt, and walked slowly into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water interrupted Lu Xia's thoughts.

He took out a cigarette, paused, and didn't light it.

The ancestor couldn't smell the smoke, and he would chatter again when he came out.

Lu Xia held the cigarette and played with it for a while, thinking about how to speak later.

He actually didn't take Fu Hai's words seriously.

But in the end, I agreed to others, and I can't justify it without mentioning it.

He doesn't care what the neighbors say about him, and he doesn't care whether Fu Zhiyang loves to leave or not.

If he wants to go, he is happy to see it happen.

If you don't go, then move on.

Just as I was thinking, the bathroom door opened.

Lu Xia turned her head: "That..."

His eyes froze, and the words he didn't say were automatically silenced.

"Why?" Fu Zhiyang looked puzzled.

The water on his body hadn't been wiped clean, and the large white T-shirt was stuck to his body, the hem just below his thigh, and he was wearing nothing inside.

Lu Xia turned her eyes away, and said in a bad mood: "Walking the bird in broad daylight, is your brain flooded?"

Fu Zhiyang looked down and touched his nose: "I forgot to bring new underwear when I took a shower."

"Then you won't let me get it for you?"

Fu Zhiyang glanced at him suspiciously.

When did this person become so kind?

Seeing him walking around in a leisurely manner, Lu Xia frowned and said, "What are you doing, put on your pants quickly."

"I'm not looking for it."

His underwear was placed at the bottom of the closet, and it was a bit difficult to take it out.

Just then, the door was knocked.

Lu Xia reacted quickly, grabbed a blanket and threw it on Fu Zhiyang, and went to open the door rather disturbingly.

The people behind him got on the bed in a hurry, and just as they put the blanket on their legs, they heard a familiar voice from the door.

"Where's Zhi Yang?"

"..."

Fu Hai saw that Lu Ya couldn't say a word, so he looked in with his head.

He saw his son sitting on the bed in disheveled clothes, the neckline slid to the shoulders, his legs were exposed, and the unspeakable parts were still covered with blankets.

The rumors and gossips that he sneered at were whizzing through his mind like a gust of wind.

Fu Hai's face turned pale, his eyes slowly turned to Lu Ya, and he squeezed out two words between his teeth:

"……brute!"

Lu Xia: "??"

The author has something to say: this chapter was written in a hurry, sorry sorry.

I've been really busy lately...a lot of papers to write, books to read, and physical QAQ tests

Back to the present in the next chapter.

Thanks again to the little angel who has been with me all the time, hug mua and take a bite!

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