what are you doing

"Did I disturb you?" Fang Zeyu asked, "Grandma won't scold you for a while, will she?"

"Don't worry, my grandma scolded me reluctantly," Ding An said, "What's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?"

Fang Zeyu raised his eyebrows. He thought he could hide his emotions well, but Ding An still caught him.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking," Ding An said, "Do you think you've covered it up so well that I can't see it?"

Fang Zeyu laughed, "You really are..."

He sat up and pointed the camera at the big box next to the bed, "My dad is back and gave me a present."

Ding An let out a cry, but he didn't expect it to be because of this.

"It's also quite strange. He used to ignore me," Fang Zeyu said, "I don't know what's going on today."

Ding An thought for a while and said, "Maybe I feel ashamed of you, so I want to make it up to you. After all, he is my son. Have you opened it?"

What Ding An said was exactly the same as Fang Zhongqing, Fang Zeyu said no, and then opened the box.

Fang Zeyu was obviously taken aback when he saw the contents in the box.

Seeing his sluggish appearance, Ding An thought it was something bad, frowned, and stretched his neck to look, "What is it, show me quickly."

The camera turned to the inside of the box, and Ding An saw the vicious purple cover right away.

It turned out to be two thick stacks of workbooks, from May [-]rd to Gold List, as well as high school compulsory questions, including language, mathematics, foreign history, land and politics.

No wonder it was so heavy, Fang Zeyu twitched the corner of his mouth, and snapped the lid shut.

There was a moment of silence on the screen, and then burst into laughter.

"It's fucking amazing, I'll wipe it," Ding An laughed and fell to the ground, "Is your father trying to please you or torment you?"

Fang Zeyu stared at his wobbly chin, and smiled helplessly, "Yes, I still like the coat you gave me."

"Tch," Ding An got up from the ground, "Then you think about it, you must like it."

He calculated the prices of the two stacks of exercise books in his mind, and added, "It's quite expensive."

"Yeah, it's quite expensive," Fang Zeyu said with a smile, "Brother Gui'an."

Ding An clicked his tongue, "Can you stop giving people nicknames all the time? What's wrong?"

"When did I give you a nickname," Fang Zeyu said, "Brother Gui'an is an honorary title, which represents respect for you."

"What about Dai Yu'an?" Ding An asked.

"That's a nickname," Fang Zeyu put the lid on the box and pushed it under the table and went back to bed, "It expresses my love for you."

"You're really nasty." Ding An leaned on him, but the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

Man Yi stood at the door and yelled at the top of his voice, which startled Ding An. He quickly stood up and answered, and said to Fang Zeyu as he walked home, "Stop talking, my mother told me to go to work again. If she keeps shouting, my big brother Niu will be frightened."

Fang Zeyu leaned on the head of the bed and was overjoyed, "Okay Brother An, please help me and Brother Niu take the voice."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Zeyu was still lying on the bedside without getting up, with a smile on his lips.

After chatting with Ding An, his slightly heavy heart relaxed a lot. If possible, he really wanted to meet Ding An.

Being with Ding An is really relaxing and happy.

Happy to see him.

When Fang Zhongqing pushed the door open carefully and came in, what he saw was his son staring at the phone with an evil smile on his face, rubbing his fingers on the screen from time to time, his mood fluttering.

So happy, this kid is dating?

Fang Zhongqing coughed lightly, Fang Zeyu quickly turned off the phone and folded it upside down on his body, then raised his head as if nothing had happened.

For the first time, Fang Zhongqing felt that his eyes were really sharp, and he could glimpse the content on the phone at such a fast speed.

It's a photo, I can't see the face clearly, but it seems to be a man.

Fang Zeyu frowned and looked at him, "Why didn't you knock when you came in?"

With a smile on Fang Zhongqing's handsome face, he sat down at the foot of the bed, "I knocked on the door. I knocked several times and you still didn't move. I was worried that you would come in by yourself."

Fang Zeyu was annoyed that he was so fascinated by looking at his mobile phone that he didn't hear the knock on the door.

He groaned, "What can you do for me?"

"Father just wanted to ask if you liked that gift," Fang Zhongqing said, "I called your homeroom teacher to ask about your situation, and he said that you like to do problems in your free time, and you always compete with Xiao Ding'an on who will do it." Hurry up, I thought, my son must win."

"No," Fang Zhongqing pointed to the big box under the table, "I went to the bookstore to ask, and they said that these sets of questions are most suitable for your high school students. Son, you can do it vigorously. If it is not enough, Dad will give it to you. purchase!"

The big speechless incident, Fang Zeyu resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and stared at him speechlessly. He has done most of these exercise books, and some have done it several times.

The remaining ones that have not been done are because they are too low-level, and it is useless to do them.

The words rolled around his lips twice, and Fang Zeyu swallowed them down. He always felt that if he said no now, Fang Zhongqing would cry in front of him.

Tsk, he doesn't really want to coax a middle-aged man in his 40s.

"Thank you." Fang Zeyu said dryly.

Fang Zhongqing's eyes lit up, and he looked a little excited, "No thanks, no thanks, I'm your father, let alone a few practice books, when I get old, all my property will be yours."

Fang Zeyu secretly rolled his eyes, Pu Xinnan, who can only draw big cakes, really bowed his head.

"Uh, that little Yu," Fang Zhongqing coughed dryly, with a bit of embarrassment in his expression, "Aren't you, are you that, uh..."

Fang Zeyu frowned, "What are you trying to say?"

A middle-aged man in his 40s.

"Are you in love?" Fang Zhongqing said.

Fang Zeyu raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"A man?" Fang Zhongqing asked.

Fang Zeyu was startled. He thought about the possibility that Fang Zhongqing knew that he liked Ding An, and unconsciously clenched his fingers curled up beside him.

No one except Wang Ge knew about this matter, even Ding An himself was vague.

It was impossible for him to ask Ding An, and it was even more impossible for Wang Ge.

How did he guess it?surveillance?

It was impossible, he didn't think that Fang Zhongqing would have the spare time to stare at him, or find someone to stare at him.

He wished he could stay far away from him.

Fang Zeyu took a deep breath, feeling that he might be too nervous, Fang Zhongqing just asked if it was a man, and said Ding An without naming him.

The clenched fingers slowly loosened.

He remembered the situation when Fang Zhongqing came in just now, maybe he just scanned the photos on his phone?