I fall in love by brushing questions [unlimited]

As soon as his body lightened, he saw Fu Heyan, who was hugging him tightly like an octopus, was pulled up from him by his neck.

Fu Heyan was crying passionately, and was suddenly thrown aside, and was about to get angry immediately, but when he saw clearly the person who was pulling his neck, he was immediately frightened and stupid: "Little, little uncle?"

Fu Bochong had no expression on his face, he picked up his nephew who was stuck on Tan Guangxi like a cat and threw it aside.

Fu Heyan's face was still stained with tears, his expression was flustered, and he forgot to wipe away his tears: "Little uncle, you, why are you here?"

In fact, Fu Heyan originally planned to find a chance for Fu Bochong to meet Tan Guangxi. He thought that Tan Guangxi was so good-looking. After his little uncle saw him in person, he would definitely agree to be with Tan Guangxi.

However, seeing his little uncle's expressionless face, he was so frightened that he forgot all his original plans.

Fu Bochong didn't answer his question, but asked indifferently, "What are you doing here?"

Fu Heyan was loved by all kinds of pampers at home, and the only thing he was afraid of was his little uncle. Coupled with this obvious scene of grabbing bags, his brain immediately short-circuited, and he stammered: "Just, just, just stroll around. visit……"

Fu Bochong raised his chin in the direction of the inner hall: "Go back."

Fu Heyan hesitated for a moment. Although he was afraid of his little uncle, he was even more worried about Tan Guangxi who was on the side. He must not leave Tan Guangxi with his cruel little uncle, it was too unsafe.

So he struggled a bit, and still said: "Brother Guangxi, it's windy outside, don't stand still, why not..."

Tan Guangxi originally hid to the side trying to reduce his sense of presence, but at this moment he was suddenly rejected by cue, but before Fu Heyan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fu Boxong, his expression was a little impatient , and said briefly: "Grandpa is looking for you."

At this time, Fu Heyan couldn't have any other excuses, so he had to walk in the direction of the main hall three times a step at a time, until he reached the gate, and reluctantly turned his head to look at Tan Guangxi, and then lingeringly went in.

After Fu Heyan left, only Tan Guangxi and Fu Bochong were left in the garden.

Although in his memory, he should have met the other party several times before, but today was the first time he really saw him in person.

Thinking of all the innumerable and unspeakable acts of eloping and temporarily running away with his nephew before, and the other party probably knew about it, he wanted to run away even more than seeing Fu Heyan.

However, since the window paper has not been pierced, it would be wrong for him to turn around and run now.

So he could only bite the bullet, forced a dry smile on his face, and said, "Hehe, long time no see."

However, Fu Bochong didn't pay attention to his words, but looked at him indifferently, and asked, "What are you doing here again?"

Of course it was to avoid you here, Tan Guangxi thought, but he couldn't say it out, after all, he was wronged first, so he frowned and thought about it, thinking of some suitable excuse.

But before he could think of any excuses, he heard a gentle male voice: "Bo Chong."

Tan Guangxi followed the voice and looked into the distance, and then he was taken aback, it turned out to be the young man who kindly gave him the handkerchief in the banquet hall.

Fu Bochong also turned his head slightly to look over there, but when he saw that person, the look in his eyes deepened.

"Mr. Sheng."

The young man smiled gently: "Why are you so stranger, just call me by my name."

Tan Guangxi was very happy to see him, but he didn't have time to thank him, so he poked his head out from behind Fu Bochong and greeted him: "Hi~"

When the young man saw him, he had an expression of surprise on his face: "What a coincidence." He pointed to the front of his clothes: "Have you cleaned it?"

Tan Guangxi nodded: "Thank you."

The young man smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Fu Bochong watched the man and Tan Guangxi back and forth, not knowing what the two were talking about, his brows frowned slightly.

Tan Guangxi had already reached out his hand to that person: "I didn't have time to introduce myself just now, my name is Tan Guangxi," he smiled, "Nice to meet you."

The man looked at his outstretched right hand, and shook his hand: "Sheng Xinming."

Afterwards, Mr. Sheng chatted with Fu Bochong for a long time. I don't know if it was Tan Guangxi's illusion. He always felt that although Fu Bochong's attitude was polite, it seemed to be a bit salty.

It wasn't until Sheng Xinming left that Fu Bochong turned around and asked him, "Do you know him?"

Tan Guangxi told the truth: "The waiter accidentally bumped into me in the banquet hall and spilled wine on me. He happened to be next to him, so he lent me his handkerchief."

Fu Bochong only noticed at this time that there was a small wine stain on the front of Tan Guangxi's shirt. Because the light in the small garden was dim, he didn't notice it before.

It was probably for this reason that he came to the garden in the backyard.

Thinking of this, the anger that had been clogged in his chest dissipated a little.

Tan Guangxi didn't know what was going on. Seeing that Fu Bochong's expression seemed to have calmed down, he was puzzled, so he heard the other party say, "Come with me."

Tan Guangxi followed Fu Bochong into the old house, went upstairs in a detour, and finally stopped in front of a room.

At this time, a servant just happened to come from the corridor, and after seeing Fu Bochong, he said in a low voice: "Young master."

Fu Bochong let out an 'hmm' and lowered his head to unlock the door.

Just as the servant was about to leave, she happened to see Tan Guangxi behind Fu Bochong. She was taken aback, with some unconcealable surprise on her face: "Mr. Tan?"

Tan Guangxi was stunned for a moment, and didn't remember when he had seen each other.

However, the servant seemed to know him very well, and asked gently: "How are you recently?"

He was a little dazed, but still nodded subconsciously: "Very... good."

The servant nodded again and again: "That's good, that's good."

At this time, Fu Bochong had already opened the door, turned his head slightly to him and said, "Come in."

Tan Guangxi followed Fu Bochong into the room, and found that the decoration here was like a guest room. Although the room was cleaned very neatly without any dust, it looked as if no one had lived in it for a long time.

He was looking around the room when he saw Fu Bochong walking towards the closet familiarly, and then took out a well-ironed shirt from it.

When talking about Guangxi's moment of surprise, Fu Bochong turned around and handed him the shirt: "Put on some clothes."

Seeing that Tan Guangxi was still looking at him in a daze, Fu Bochong didn't say anything more, handed the shirt to Tan Guangxi, and turned around to go out.

Tan Guangxi stood there in a daze for a while, then took off his coat and put on a clean shirt.

He originally thought that the size of the clothes would be too big, but he didn't expect that the size was just right, as if it was tailor-made.

When he walked out of the guest room, Fu Bochong was waiting in the corridor, and at this moment he glanced at him.

Because of the previous incident, Tan Guangxi was a little apprehensive when he saw Fu Bochong, let alone the two of them were alone.

Fu Bochong didn't talk much, Tan Guangxi felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he had nothing to say: "The size of the clothes is quite suitable."

Unexpectedly, Fu Bochong said quietly: "This is your clothes."

Just as Tan Guangxi was about to ask in a daze, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps, and then a servant ran up in a hurry.

Seeing her hurried appearance, Fu Bochong frowned slightly, and said, "What are you in such a hurry for?"

"Mr. Tan," the servant said out of breath, "your father is looking for you."

Half an hour later, Tan Guangxi stood in front of the Tan family's old house, staring at his bedroom, which was burned to a mess, and even the walls were blackened, dumbfounded.

It was just time for a birthday party, and his bedroom, together with the next few guest rooms, were burned to the ground.

He stared blankly at his room in shock for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "What's going on?"

Aunt Wang was crying so hard that she almost died, sobbing and explaining that she had put away the clothes to dry, but felt that some of them were still a little damp, so the hair dryer happened to be put aside, so she picked up the hair dryer and wanted to use the hair dryer to dry the clothes. drying.After blowing with the hair dryer for a while, she suddenly remembered that there was still chicken soup stewing in the small kitchen. In a hurry, she put the hair dryer on her clothes without unplugging the power, and hurried downstairs to turn off the fire.And in just a few minutes, the room caught fire.It happened that the window of the bedroom was still open at that time, so the fire grew bigger and bigger. When the fire truck came, several rooms were burned up.

Looking at the burned-out bedroom, Tan Guangxi suddenly thought of another serious problem: all the homework he had finished during the holidays was also in the bedroom, all burned away.

18. Living together

◎Thinking that if he really lived in Fu's house, Tan Guangxi would not be scared to death by those two ancestors, one big and one small. ◎

The second floor of the old house was burned down, and Tan Guangxi was sent to the hotel by Tan's father that night, where he stayed overnight.

The next day, he arrived at the classroom early. It happened that Lu Fangzhou was on duty today and arrived early.

Lu Fangzhou saw that he was clean and didn't even have a schoolbag in his hands, he put the broom in his hand on the ground, and asked worriedly: "Boss, did you wake up too early and forget to take your schoolbag?"

Tan Guangxi looked at him: "My schoolbag was destroyed by fire."

Lu Fangzhou: "You might as well say that the house is on fire, it's more believable."

Tan Guangxi: "The fact is that the house was on fire, and the schoolbag was in the room, and it was burned."

Lu Fangzhou: "..."

On the other side, Fu Huoshan came back to the study from the small garden, and just changed out of his dusty coat, the butler knocked on the door outside and walked in with a bow.

"Master, your tea," he said while holding the hot tea in his hand