Because of Wen Yu's interruption, Fu Yuhan couldn't see who the caller was before answering the call.

So when he heard Fu Xuecheng's extremely upset saying "Xiaohan, do you want to consider living with me?", he really felt an accident.

Actually, is Fu Xuecheng good to him? It's very good.

Not to mention that when the family of three lives together, they say that after he and He Yan separated, they would ask the secretary to come over and bring him something from time to time.

Sometimes it’s clothes, sometimes it’s limited-edge shoes, from basketball shoes to running shoes.

The limited-edition stuff was speculated by domestic scalpers, and they were all sky-high. However, Fu Xuecheng was rich and didn't care about it, so Fu Yuhan accepted it - after all, He Yan would not buy such things for him, but the little boy liked it.

It was after high school that he refused to accept gifts. Perhaps because he was older, he lost interest in external things, or perhaps because He Yan often used the third child to cart when he saw him put his shoes in the shoe cabinet - "I can't afford these shoes. Do you think I'm poor? Come with your dad?" - come to talk to him, Fu Yuhan was annoyed.

Or maybe, when he really met He Yan and couldn't leave after working overtime, and the class teacher at that time must ask everyone's parents to attend the parent-teacher meeting, Fu Yuhan waited outside Fu Xuecheng's company for a night, but he didn't wait for anyone.

Fu Xuecheng did not show up at the agreed time.

The next day, he called him and said, "I'm sorry, my son, there was a problem with a temporary order. I flew out of the country and forgot to tell you." Then he asked the secretary to send a gift.

Sometimes Fu Yuhan would wonder, as a boy, is he a little oversensitive and pretentious, and even blamed himself for it. Later, he found out that his father always did this -

The rich father gave him material gifts that were within his reach, and then called him making money and working, and was unwilling to give him more time.

My mother would pay attention to his daily life, but the pressure of life could easily drive people crazy. She was not logical and she was hysterical. She educated Fu Yuhan in her way, and was unwilling to listen to him telling her own thoughts.

Will things get better when you choose another one?

not necessarily.

Fortunately, he still has friends and himself.

Yang Fan once told him, "Where were you born and what kind of parents you have, it was not your own choice, it was not your fault." Fu Yuhan said yes, and then slowly walked out with this sentence.

He learned to no longer blame himself for his own sadness and to no longer care about it - so that he gradually grew into a very famous "face paralysis" among his classmates.

There is nothing wrong with not illusioning about relying on any of them anymore.

This is called growing up.

Therefore, when he heard Fu Xuecheng's words, Fu Yuhan's first reaction was to be alert - he would not send an invitation for no reason, so what happened?

The inner doubts have not been answered yet, and the hand has been held.

Today, Wen Yu didn't know what medicine he took wrong, so he actually came over to comfort him, just like Yang Fan.

——No, no, Yang Fan comforted him and would not use this method.

For straight men, even "mutually disgusting"-style mouth-to-mouth kissing is acceptable, holding hands and hugging is absolutely not the case, that's too numb.

But Fu Yuhan is not straightforward, so this action is just right for him now.

Although this is Wen Yu.

Although... they were even more choking not long ago.

But at this moment, this action that expressed "I'm here" gave him strength very well.

Fu Yuhan's eyelids drooped, and he held Wen Yu's hand on his back. He wanted to smile at him, but unfortunately he failed. Then Fu Yuhan took a deep breath and said to his father: "Is something happened in the morning?"

His voice was still a little hoarse as he just got up. Fu Xuecheng was stunned on the other end of the phone: "Are you sleeping?"

"Awakened." Fu Yuhan paused and added, "Just just woke up."

"Are you at home? Dad is here to pick you up now?" Fu Xuecheng said, "I'll drive over and add parking for about half an hour. You can pack up the commonly used things and go home with dad today. You can live with me in the future, and there are many rooms at home..."

"Dad," Fu Yuhan interrupted him with a cold expression, "What's wrong with you?"

As soon as the name "Dad" was spoken, he keenly felt that Wen Yu's hand holding him tightened a little more.

Fu Yuhan looked down and Wen Yu was not looking at him, but stared at his hand and didn't know what he was thinking.

He pulled the person up and moved himself into the middle of the bed. When Wen Yu looked over, Fu Yuhan replied to him with his mouth and eyes: "Sit down."

Wen Yu thought for a while, stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.

On the other end of the phone, Fu Xuecheng was silent for a few seconds, as if he was hesitating whether to tell the matter out. Fu Yuhan was not in a hurry and just waited.

About half a minute later, Fu Xuechengcai said: "I originally wanted to have a good talk with your mother about living expenses and what you want to learn to draw. But during this period... Last time, your Aunt Zhou also mentioned to you that the company was in a bad state during this period, and I was a little busy. I just flew back last night and planned to talk to your mother today."

Fu Yuhan's eyelids twitched.

"She is really...she is really worthy of..." Fu Xuecheng seemed to suddenly not find a suitable adjective, "I really don't understand why she became like this. She started yelling in less than three words? That's a cafe! It needs a quiet place! My God, and she actually told me that she took all the money I gave her to her to treat her daughter. What a joke?! I gave you to her, was she asking her to take care of you like this?"

Fu Yuhan: “…”

"Stay with me, son," Fu Xuecheng said angrily, "I don't think any normal person can stay under the same roof with such a woman for more than a whole day!"

Fu Yuhan lowered his head, pinched Wen Yu's hand, and said in a faint tone: "I have been with her for seven or eight years, dad."

Fu Xuecheng: “…”

Fu Yuhan actually wanted to say, "If you have conflicts, don't get in front of me." But after speaking twice, he felt that it was a bit too much and he was embarrassed to say it.

He thought for a while and said softly: "The family usually eats dinner together. During the day, I go to school. She... paid me 200 yuan a week and said that the money was treated for Xiaolu. He must have been deliberately annoyed you."

"..." Fu Xuecheng paused and snorted coldly, "I didn't shout at her. This woman is really unreasonable."

"She is in a bad mood, today, and scolded me yesterday." Fu Yuhan said calmly, "Xiao Lu's condition may not be very good, maybe she doesn't have the heart to listen to you."

"You don't have to make excuses for her! Xiaohan, what I told her is your studies. Isn't this matter important? It's not important to her daughter's body? To put it bluntly, how many years have her daughter been sick? How many seniors do you have? That's her daughter, are you her son?" Fu Xuecheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Anyway, I'll go into the garage right now and pick you up later. You can pack up your things."

“…”

Fu Yuhan licked his lower lips: "...but I'm not at home."

"Not at home?" Fu Xuecheng was stunned, "Where can you sleep if you are not at home?"

"At a classmate's house, today..."

Speaking of this, Fu Yuhan subconsciously raised his eyes and found that Wen Yu was also looking at him. He smiled and said to him with a lip "I won't go back."

"...I won't go back today." Fu Yuhan said.

The first lie was expressed, and the lies followed was made up naturally. Fu Yuhan said half-truely: "I have been studying hard recently. Here are... the first classmate in our grade, and there are... a few others to review together."

Hearing that he was reviewing, Fu Xuecheng did not bother him anymore. His tone calmed down a little: "Will you disturb others like this?"

"I don't think so," Fu Yuhan glanced at Wen Yu, "He asked me...we came."

"Okay." Fu Xuecheng said, "When you go back, remember to pack up your things and come to me. If I'm not here, you Aunt Zhou should have been at home recently, and I will tell her."

Fu Yuhan didn't answer.

"Anyway, I don't think your mother is concerned about you. What's the point of living in her? I heard Xiang Yan say something else has come out... what kind of model is, just the kind you often want to buy—"

“Figure.”

"Oh, yes, figures." Fu Xuecheng asked, "You said your mother can buy you these things to play with? Think about it carefully Xiaohan."

"...Then I'll think about it." Fu Yuhan said, "I'll review first."

"well."

Fu Yuhan hung up the phone.

He lowered his eyes and was silent for a second, threw the silent phone into the middle of the bed, and instantly fell into the soft bedding and could not see it.

Wen Yu's hand was still holding him, his eyes were always hanging on him.

Fu Yuhan felt uncomfortable after realizing it. He pulled his hand back and dodged his eyes: "...It's time to let go."

"Ah?...oh!" Wen Yu instantly came back to his senses and threw his hand out.

Fu Yuhan: “…”

"What did your dad tell you?" Wen Yu asked.

"Let me go with him." Fu Yuhan yawned and pushed Wen Yu down, "Get up, I'll go take a shower."

"Don't you sleep anymore?" Wen Yu stood up with him.

"I'm awake." Fu Yuhan said as he walked to the bathroom, "Do you have any T-shirts you don't wear or something for a day? You got sweaty last night, and I want to change my clothes."

"Yes." The wardrobe was right next to the door. Wen Yu didn't look closely. He opened the door and grabbed a set of clothes and pants and stuffed them to him, "Do you want the underwear?"

"..." Fu Yuhan paused and looked back at him, "Ah?"

"...I have new ones." Wen Yu explained to him.

"Oh," Fu Yuhan's expression relaxed, "It's OK to be new, thank you."

Wen Yu found a pair of underwear in the box from the drawer below for him. After getting up, he said in a scattered manner: "Put the changed clothes here and wash them together later. I will bring them to you after they are dried."

Fu Yuhan glanced at him and frowned.

"...Anyway, we have to wash my bed sheets and quilt covers in our coats and lie down after lying over," Wen Yu said.

"Why do I think something is wrong with you today..." Fu Yuhan thought for a while, "Is there any side effect if you drink too much wine?"

Wen Yu was speechless.

He himself knew something was wrong with him. He was like a clown who was not practicing enough. Once he came on stage, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Maybe it would be better to let Fu Yuhan go back and adjust his condition by himself, but when the other party called just now, he still followed his instinct and said "Don't go back."
To be continued...