you pressed to the corner of my lips

At the end of the fourth period, the class teacher's class was rarely delayed, and the students in the classroom packed up their books and went out.

Fu Xiyu put the book in her bag and carried it on her shoulder. The fan blades of the air conditioner were still turning up and down. She walked over to turn off the air conditioner and walked out of the classroom slowly.

The corners of the campus are filled with the fragrance of flowers, the ground is paved with cobblestones, and flowers and plants are planted on both sides of the road.

The setting sun was setting in the west, the orange glow covered half of the sky, and the clouds and smoke from the planes streaked across the sky.

As she passed the playground, she heard loud hip-hop sounds, and stopped slowly.

His black eyes glanced aimlessly at the few people who were in a hurry, and Bo Yao and He Annong were among them.

Fu Xiyu couldn't help but think of what others said, that Bo Yao and He Annong are in a relationship, and their relationship is very close, which is not something ordinary people can get into.

as an indivisible one.

Fu Xiyu didn't know what was going on with him, and Bo Yao just helped him with a little effort, so what if he was a concubine.

She wants to get close to her, not because she is good-looking, but because she likes the cool breath on Bo Yan, clean and free from dust, the glass is clear, and the oranges look brilliant.

Bao Yao was carrying a bag in his hand, which was rather old and looked like it had been used for a long time.She leaned slightly, picked off a small white flower, lazily held the flower sutra in her mouth, and turned her head to approach He Annong.

When she looked at her, there was light in her eyes, bright and shining.

Fu Xiyu stared at her back, stood there blankly, pinched his nose, turned and left the classroom.

Bo Yao would not like others.

She is not in good health, and she is a little fat, let alone attract her liking.

Thinking of this, Fu Xiyu's whole heart suddenly became empty, a little unwilling, and a little bit at a loss.

She got into a private car and went home.

When he opened the door, he saw Fu Zhan was on the phone to explain his secretary's business affairs. He fixed his eyes on her and hung up the phone.

"I'm back Daddy."

"Baby, what's wrong with you?" Fu Zhan couldn't help asking when he saw his daughter's lifeless appearance.

Fu Xiyu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and lowered his eyelashes in a lonely way.

"Xixi?" Fu Zhan called her.

Fu Xiyu sat on the sofa and asked softly, "Dad, how did you catch up with Mom?"

Fu Zhan looked at her in surprise, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Today's daughter is so strange that she even asked about feelings.

Fu Xiyu said, "I'm curious."

Fu Zhan dotes on his princess very much, almost more than he dotes on his son. His little princess can't live without what his son doesn't have. He is a strict businessman to the outside world, but he is a slave to his daughter in his heart.

Fu Zhan sat on the side, picked up the brewed tea, took a sip and said, "It's a long story."

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"Your mother and I met in college. Regardless of your temperament or talent, your mother is quite famous in school. At that time, my father saw a boy harassing your mother and blocked the way to let her go. I went up to fight with that person without saying a word Wake up, but your father has never practiced and was injured by the other party. Unfortunately, he was admitted to the hospital. In order to thank me for saving my life, your mother cooked me meals for a month and sent them to the hospital every day. Because I got hurt because of your mother, I was told by your grandfather at that time. Thinking about it carefully, if it wasn't for the boy who made a move on me, I might never be able to say a word to your mother in my life. "

Fu Xiyu listened, his eyes gradually brightened, and a stream of heat flowed from his heart.

At this time, Mama Fu came out of the kitchen and saw the father and daughter talking in the hall, she shook her head helplessly, "It's time to eat."

Fu Zhan coughed fiercely, reached out and touched her head, "Don't tell your mother."

Fu Xiyu nodded and went upstairs with his schoolbag on his back.Thinking of something, she stepped on the steps, bowed her head and said, "Dad, I don't plan to change shift."

"Why don't you change it again? I've already told your uncle."

"Don't ask, I won't change it if I don't."

Fu Zhan frowned, pushed his glasses and looked at his daughter upstairs. The child has been very strange for the past two days, which is unspeakably weird.

Fu Xiyu has been growing up in an ordinary way from childhood to high school. Even if she has superior conditions, she never borrows resources from her family for exams. Only in a relaxed and comfortable environment can she grow up healthily.

Fu Xiyu went back to her bedroom, a pink and white room with photos of her family from childhood to adulthood hanging on the wall.

She put her schoolbag on the swivel chair, lay loosely on the bedding, her eyes were looking at the lights above her, and her eyes gradually became confused.

She took out her phone from the pillow and sent Song Xiaoqiao a message.

[Do you know Bo Yao's phone number? 】

After sending successfully, a few minutes later, I received the vibration sound of the message.

[No, do you want to ask the students in Class Seven. 】

【No thanks. 】

[Squad leader, why have you been asking about Bo Yao over and over again recently? 】

Fu Xiyu's fingers stopped on the screen, his fingertips trembled, his eyelids twitched a few times, and he typed out a few words: [En.She helped me and I want to repay her. 】

Song Xiaoqiao replied to the message after a while: [Zhou Chenxin explained that Bo Yao will be singing tomorrow, do you want to go together. 】

Fu Xiyu: [Let's talk about it tomorrow. 】

She threw the phone aside and continued to lie on the bed in a daze. People who have something on their minds will have nightmares when they sleep.

Fu Xiyu didn't sleep well all night, and the next day her eyelids were black and blue. She yawned a few times while eating a sandwich. Fu's mother served her a bowl of tremella soup and told her: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself when you study, remember Relax."

"No."

"Lao Li will pick you up tonight."

Fu Xiyu bit the sandwich and said, "Mom, don't let uncle pick me up in the future, I can come back alone."

"It's dangerous to be alone."

"I think it's time to lose weight. Walking helps you lose weight. Running is good for your body. Don't worry too much about me."

"You kid is just too sensible. If your brother was half as sensible as you, your father wouldn't be able to whip him with the cane every day."

Thinking of Fu Xilin, Fu Xiyu held the bowl and took a few sips of white fungus, which tasted sweet and glutinous. He blinked and asked, "What is my brother doing recently?"

"Why don't you just run with his cronies as usual? Tell me why this kid can't grow up. Once your dad goes there, I'll set him on fire. Who knows that my son runs faster than my father?" .”

"Don't worry, I will tell him."

Mother Fu trimmed the green plants with those tools, and wore her hair in a bun, dignified and elegant, worthy of being the woman my father likes, and her every move is so tender.

Fu's mother turned around and said, "He, let's go to sing tonight, see if you can take him home directly, don't think about how to play around every day."

Fu Xiyu raised his eyes slightly, "I know, I will persuade him."

—

After attending class for a day, Fu Xiyu followed the bustling crowd to the flower bed and met Song Xiaoqiao.

Song Xiaoqiao patted her on the shoulder and said, "Do you really want to play with us?"

Fu Xiyu nodded.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Another girl exaggeratedly pointed at the thing in her arms.

Fu Xiyu raised his arm, "It's a watermelon."

"You have no problem with your brain, who will eat your watermelon, let's sing, there is wine and fruit."

"Well, I haven't been to that place, you don't mind the first time."

Song Xiaoqiao interrupted them, pointing to the taxi ahead, "Let's get in the taxi, the taxi we took just now was too difficult."

Fu Xiyu followed behind them obediently, and got into a taxi. The seat was too hard for Fu Xiyu to sit in a taxi along the way. She changed her posture and looked at the fading scenery outside the window. There was a trace of warmth on his face.

Fu Xiyu was taciturn and didn't say a word.

Come sing in town.

As soon as the three of them got out of the taxi, another car stopped behind them.

Four people got out of the car, Fu Xiyu only knew two Bo Yao and He Annong, and the other two should be girls from their class.

The late summer wind blows across the face with a few traces of heat.

The neon lights on the side of the road flashed dim light, the traffic on the road was speeding, and the sound of horns gradually became louder.

As usual, Bo Yao was wearing a thin shirt and a pair of jeans. She was slender and slender, with shoulder-length hair and a crystal earring on her earlobe. She leaned down and spoke in He Annong's ear.

He Annong was wearing a water-blue long dress, with a slender waist and long hair. He had an excellent temperament, enchanting and soft.

Fu Xiyu looked at them talking and laughing, his heart pulled like a string, and he turned around quickly to avoid being seen by the other party.

"You guys are here!" Song Xiaoqiao stepped forward to greet them, and they were very familiar with each other.

Fu Xiyu hugged the melon nervously, and didn't know what to say, she didn't sleep well last night, is she even uglier now, what if Bo Yao thinks she's so ugly, what should she do?

She exhaled and turned around.

Song Xiaoqiao was about to introduce her, when she heard the corners of Bao Yao's mouth curled up, Dan Feng's eyes were slightly surprised, and she called out uncertainly: "Xixi?"

Fu Xiyu's eyelashes trembled, and he swallowed subconsciously deep in his throat, "Bo Yao, it so happens that you are here."

Bo Yao walked over, fixed his eyes on the melon in her arms, flicked her forehead and asked, "Did you bring it?"

"Well. I want to eat watermelon with you." She spoke cautiously, worried that the other party would see the dawn.

However, Bo Yao was not suspicious, instead he pulled her to He Annong, and introduced her, "Annong, she is Xixi, the melon grower at home, she is a very cute girl."

He Annong took a look at Fu Xiyu, smiled slightly, and said softly, "My name is He Annong."

"My name is Sissy."

Song Xiaoqiao said, "Let's go, everyone, don't waste time introducing yourself, the box is reserved, let's go in."

Fu Xiyu exhaled, kept his eyes on Bo Yao, and followed her into singing.

There are a few seats at the long oval table outside, colorful lights flicker, and the music stimulates the eardrums to burn.

Several people came to the box, took a seat and sat down.

Fu Xiyu saw that there was no one next to Bo Yao, so he ran over and sat on the sofa, hugged the melon and smiled at Bao Yao.

"How are you?"

Bo Yao looked at He Annong who was ordering songs, turned his face to the side, and said lazily, "Very good."

"Would you like to eat melon with me?" She lifted the melon in her arms with expectant eyes.

Bo Yao looked down at these beautiful eyes, and took a cigarette from the coffee table, "It's too boring for the two of us, why don't we share it together."

Fu Xiyu pursed his lips and lowered his voice: "But, I want to eat with you."

The music sounded suddenly, directly covering Fu Xiyu's voice. Bo Yao didn't hear clearly, so he turned to ask, "Sorry, I didn't hear clearly just now, what did you say?"

"No, it's nothing. I'll divide it up and let everyone eat some watermelon." Fu Xiyu sighed secretly, and ran to the side to pick up the fruit knife on the table to cut watermelon and distribute it to them.

After distributing the watermelon, she sat back to her original place, her nervous heart beating wildly to the rhythm of the music.

The tips of her ears were flushed, she thought for a few seconds, and said, "You helped me once, and I don't know how to repay you. Can I add your WeChat? If you don't have WeChat, you can also use QQ, or your mobile phone number. As long as it is a contact method."

"Huh?" Bao Yao was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile that was not a smile.

Fu Xiyu's scalp was numb, and she was so nervous that she had difficulty breathing. She took a deep breath, bit her lips and said, "I just want to have a contact information so that I can contact you later."

"That's it." Bao Yao stretched out his hand and raised his chin, "Where's your phone?"

Fu Xiyu took out his touch screen phone from his pocket and handed it to her, "What are you going to do?"

Bo Yao glanced at her phone model, a little surprised: "Did your dad buy this phone?"

"Well. I bought it for the Chinese New Year this year." Her father prepared her mobile phone and computer, and she never lacked a birthday gift every day.

Bo Yao nodded: "Your father is very good to you. This phone is the latest model this year, and it's expensive."

Although both are children from poor families, Fu Xiyu's life is indeed much better than that of Bo Yao.Bo Yao seldom buys new mobile phones, clothes, etc., and her parents don't give her pocket money except for food expenses. She can only rely on herself to take part-time jobs to ensure that her life with He Anong will not be tight.Her mobile phone has been used for three years and is still in use. The metal casing oxidizes quickly and is a bit old. No matter how many times it freezes and burns the phone, she is reluctant to throw it away.

"My WeChat." She lowered her eyelashes, turned on her mobile phone, and found that the other party hadn't even set a power-on password, so it was so stupid, she clicked on WeChat and added her own number.

Fu Xiyu took the phone, with starlight in his eyes, "Thank you."

"It's okay, you can ask me for help if you want in the future, I will help you if I can."

"Well, I know." Fu Xiyu raised his eyes, peeked at her outline secretly, and squeezed the phone happily.

I breathed a sigh of relief, it's great to go to WeChat, I can talk to her in the future, and I don't have to go to the seventh class to find someone as a crazy person.I feel ashamed now thinking about it.

He Annong stood in front of the screen, staring at the two people on the sofa.Fu Xiyu looked at Bao Yao with viscous eyes that made her uneasy, and inadvertently frowned a few times between her brows.

She didn't continue singing, handed the microphone to Song Xiaoqiao, and walked over to Bo Yao.

"Bo, Bo Yao, that's my name..." Fu Xiyu was interrupted as soon as he spoke.

"Honey, why don't you sing with me." He Anong put his arms around Bao Yao's arm, leaned his cheek on her shoulder, and there was a bit of delicacy hidden in his voice.

Seeing her coming back, Fu Xiyu was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, immediately stopped talking, and stepped aside obediently.

Leave the place to He Annong...

—

When they got home at two o'clock in the evening, both of them were a little tired.

He Annong came out after taking a shower, and changed to a thinner to wash.

Ding dong.

The phone beeped.

Bo Yao was taking a shower, her mobile phone was placed by the bed, and the screen was on at this time.

He Annong was packing her clothes with her long bare legs, when she saw the phone next to her light up, she walked over and turned on the screen to take a look.

The note on WeChat is Xixi.

The avatar uses a cartoon big watermelon.

It should be a newly added WeChat.

Suddenly, she thought of the chubby girl she saw at Sing Bar, with ponytails and a blue and white school uniform, she didn't look ugly, but was a little soft and clingy.

Bo Yan came in after taking a shower, wearing black pajamas, came behind her with long bare legs, hugged her waist lazily from behind, and buried her face in her neck.

With a low and gentle voice, "What are you thinking?"

He Annong froze for a moment, lightly pressed delete with his fingers, and handed her the phone, "Why did you misplace your phone, you will ask me if you can't find it tomorrow."

"Sorry." Bo Yan pursed her lower lip, took the phone and put it on the bedside, yawned, and lay down on the bed, "I'm a little sleepy."

"Let's go to bed early, it's getting late."

Bo Yao opened WeChat on his mobile phone, but he didn't see any new messages, so he put the phone on the table and turned it off to charge.