The plot is different from what I thought [Quick Transmigration]

Lying motionless for three or four seconds, Zhou Qi stretched out his arm from under the quilt and touched the cell phone next to the pillow.

— 3:54 AM.

It was raining outside the window, and it was still dark.

The young man behind hugged his waist, breathing lightly.

Zhou Qi was stunned for a while, sensing that Fu Mingzhi was still sleeping, he didn't rush to push Fu Mingzhi aside first, he turned his face carefully, and pulled a piece of the quilt away, and saw Fu Mingzhi's straight and thin shoulders, the sunken collarbone very deep.

Really no clothes.

Does Fu Mingzhi sleep without clothes at night?

Zhou Qi took Fu Mingzhi's hand away and sat for a while, the phone next to the pillow was glowing faintly, making the gentle and handsome face of the first grader a little clearer in Zhou Qi's eyes.

Fu Mingzhi closed his eyes, his eyelashes drooping obediently.

Zhou Qi was in a complicated mood.

No wonder he never wants to go to bed before bedtime and get out of bed before he wakes up.

Co-authoring is such a thing.

Although it is Fu Mingzhi's freedom to wear or not to wear clothes, but now that Fu Mingzhi wakes up and finds that he has hugged him halfway through sleep, with Fu Mingzhi's narrow-minded personality, Zhou Qi guesses that Fu Mingzhi will turn against him indiscriminately.

You can't turn your face around.

He also wanted Fu Mingzhi to allow him to wear a skirt and play games with him.

He couldn't wake Fu Mingzhi up.

Zhou Qi thought about it, then lay back down without making a sound, and turned on the air conditioner along the way.

But when he thought of the good student lying next to him without clothes on, Zhou Qi felt awkward everywhere and couldn't fall asleep—this was his bed after all, and Fu Mingzhi promised to sleep in the same bed with him, how could he hide it from him? What about clothes?

Zhou Qi turned over and faced Fu Mingzhi, stared at him for a while, then moved his hands down in a dishonest way.

Fu Mingzhi didn't wear clothes on top, but he didn't look down.

Or still wearing shorts?

Well, no shorts, nothing.

Zhou Qi withdrew his hand, couldn't help saying "fuck" in a low voice, turned his back to Fu Mingzhi and went to sleep.

Three minutes, or five minutes, before Zhou Qi fell asleep again, the person behind grabbed his waist and pulled him back, so that their backs and chests were pressed together.

Zhou Qi was taken aback, didn't move, and called out in a low voice, "Fu Mingzhi? Are you awake?"

The person behind hugged him, motionless and silent.

Zhou Qi couldn't hear the answer, thinking what kind of dream Fu Mingzhi had, he hugged him twice a night, and asked again: "Xiao Ming, are you asleep?"

No answer, not a word.

Zhou Qi wanted to push Fu Mingzhi's hand, but he didn't push it away, and breaking it hard would wake Fu Mingzhi again.

Zhou Qi was lying in Fu Mingzhi's arms in a daze - how the hell did he sleep?

The heat is not so hot anymore, but it's itchy, it's not light or heavy, it makes him have goose bumps all over his body, and he feels uncomfortable.

Fu Mingzhi felt his heart was beating like it was going to break.

The whole person felt hot like a fever.

After Zhou Qi sat up, he woke up. Fu Mingzhi didn't know what he was doing, nor what Zhou Qi was doing.

The touch of Zhou Qi's fingertips still lingers in the nerves, which is a little cooler than his current body temperature.

Fu Mingzhi hugged Zhou Qi's waist without saying a word.

He wants to hug him.

Zhou Qi didn't fall asleep until after dawn, and when he opened his eyes on the bed, it was already ten o'clock - last night, a good student who likes to hug people and sleep without clothes made him at least Insomnia for two or three hours.

Thinking about what happened last night, Zhou Qi was a little angry, but he had to hold back to keep Fu Mingzhi from knowing.

Well the holidays are coming to an end.

Lazily going downstairs, Zhou Qi didn't see where Fu Mingzhi was, and was looking for someone. Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen and said, "Xiao Qi, your good friend left this morning, he asked me to tell you."

"Leaving?" Zhou Qi raised his eyebrows, "Did he say anything else?"

"No," Aunt Zhang shook her head. "He got up much earlier than you. These days, people come downstairs to study before seven o'clock. This morning when I was making breakfast, I saw him answer the phone. It seems that a family member called him, and your friend left in a hurry."

Fu Mingzhi never mentioned anything about the Fu family to him, nor did Zhou Qi.

He took a cup of soy milk and nodded casually: "Then let's go, it's normal for the family to ask him to go back."

Aunt Zhang is doing baking, chatting with Zhou Qi for nothing: "Does that friend of yours who you call Xiao Ming have a bad relationship with the family? I think he looks like a stranger when he talks to the family... Nowadays, the more children I am getting more and more spoiled, I don't understand the difficulties of my parents, and I don't understand others..."

Zhou Qi admitted that he had some prejudice against Fu Mingzhi.

But hearing what Aunt Zhang said, Zhou Qi felt uncomfortable: "The situation in his family may be complicated, so don't draw conclusions directly. I'll call him and ask."

Today is the first time Fu Mingzhi saw Wu Lan and Fu An in the same room in 17 years.

And Fu An's wife Bai Huaying.She is a well-maintained and well-bred woman with a temperament similar to Fu An's. After the end of her youth, Wu Lan, who is uneducated and aged, looks like an unattractive mud.

Bai Huaying only had one daughter, who died in an accident five years ago.

Fu An lit a cigarette and asked, "Ming Zhi, have you been at your classmate's house for the past few days?"

Fu Mingzhi stood aside, neither sat down nor wanted to sit down, expressionless, as if he couldn't hear Fu An's words.

Bai Hua said calmly, "Ming Zhi is the only child in the Fu family, so it's better to live in the Fu family as soon as possible, so as to facilitate Ming Zhi's education and planning."

"Dreaming!" Wu Lan sneered and said "bah", and pulled Fu Mingzhi's wrist towards her, "Fu An, don't let him return to Fu's house to recognize you as his father in your life, unless I die, or you Don't even think about it!"

Fu An smiled faintly, and crushed out the cigarette: "You can't give him anything, but you refuse to let him go."

"It's my right to destroy him. I am Fu Mingzhi's biological mother. I raised him so much. What are you?" Wu Lan stared at Fu An like a ghost, as if wanting to stab him with a knife. kill this man.

"If I remember correctly, the money for raising your children belongs to the Fu family, and the money for raising yourself also belongs to the Fu family." Bai Huaying's voice was not as sharp as Wu Lan's, but as gentle as water. You are an unqualified nanny of the Fu family, why do you think you have the right to make decisions for Mingzhi's future?"

Wu Lan cursed sharply, as she had done in the past ten years.

Fu Mingzhi stood silently, expressionless.

Like nothing to do with him.

But he was trembling, out of anger, disgust, hatred, and his own inability to do anything, his dignity and face were being crushed to the ground and tortured repeatedly in harsh curses and pity from above, as if he was a ridiculous object appear here.

Fu Mingzhi went out and was seen by others, but no one cared.

His presence or not has nothing to do with the outcome of the adults' decisions.

Fu Mingzhi turned on the faucet, and clear water washed over his hands. He washed his hands blankly over and over until his fingers turned white and the skin on the back of his hands was flushed red.

Amidst the sound of water, Fu Mingzhi heard a very low vibration of the mobile phone.

Fu Mingzhi put the splashed mobile phone on the sink, pressed the call and turned on the speakerphone.

It was Zhou Qi's voice, lazily, without any concern: "Xiao Ming, are you home?"

Zhou Qi's voice made Fu Mingzhi sober up a little. He picked up the phone desperately, but couldn't find anything to say for a while.He didn't think he was home.

When he didn't speak, Zhou Qi asked, "What's the matter, why don't you speak? Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you," Fu Mingzhi spoke very slowly, "I'm outside... I have something to do in the morning, so I left first. I didn't tell you, sorry."

"It's okay." Zhou Qi paused for two seconds, then suddenly asked, "Xiao Ming, are you unhappy now?"

Fu Mingzhi asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Zhou Qi didn't say how he heard it, but just said: "If you are unhappy, you can come back at night, and you can continue to live with me after the vacation is over."

Zhou Qi's words were playful and childish, Fu Mingzhi frowned: "You let me live with you? Why, are you still afraid at night?"

Zhou Qi answered him almost immediately: "I'm not afraid, I want to support you."