"Brother Yu."

Fu Yuhan was a little worried and turned to look at him.

"It's okay, I..." Wen Yu took a deep breath, clenched his hand into a fist, quickly let go, took out his phone and looked at it.

Sure enough, there was a message from the driver on his phone. He called back and spoke to the other party across the road: "...Well, I understand."

He hung up and looked at Fu Yuhan: "Maybe...can't eat the food you cook."

"It can be another day." Fu Yuhan said.

"Okay." Wen Yu replied, "I have to go back to the classroom and get the certificate. Do you want to go back first?"

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment: "Let's accompany you."

The journey back was much more boring than when I came out. On the way, acquaintances from other classes and other grades saw them and kept saying hello to them, and then said "How to go back".

"I forgot to take the thing." Fu Yuhan took all the questions lightly and glanced at Wen Yu from time to time.

Wen Yu had no expression, as if he had no emotions. However, this made Fu Yuhan even more worried. Wen Yu had been much more cheerful recently than before, and had learned to naturally hang his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness on his face. But now, he was like a handicraft put in a box, and his emotions were so restrained that he couldn't see it.

"Brother Yu."

At the corner of the last step, Fu Yuhan chased after him and pinched his fingertips with the natural pulling action.

"Brother Yu," Fu Yuhan's calm and indifferent voice was clear and fell into Wen Yu's ears, "I'm here."

Wen Yu took a deep breath: "Go and open the door."

"Um."

When Fu Yuhan was there, he would take turns locking the door with Ge Ran. Class 6 classrooms have already left empty. Fu Yuhan took out the key and opened the lock, pushed the door in; Wen Yu came in with his back heels and closed the door with his back hand.

Then he focused on Fu Yuhan's wrist, pressed the person to the place where there was no window at the connection between the back door and the wall of the classroom, and kissed him.

"Um--"

Fu Yuhan's back hit the wall heavily, and he smelled the strong invasion of another person while breathing.

He was instinctively surprised when his lips were caught by someone, but soon realized the current situation. He did not resist too much, but reached out to touch Wen Yu's back and slowly caressed him.

The kiss is intense and persistent, almost biting, mixed with some negative emotions.

It also seems that only in such a bite can Wen Yu gain some strength to calm himself down.

There is a window on the left, a window on the right, and there is a window on the opposite side. Anyone who has a good thing dares to look into the classroom of Class 6 and you will find that they are confused and stalemate. Fu Yuhan's heart can't help but pound, but he did not dare to push the other person away because he knew that his boyfriend was in a bad mood now.

"Brother Yu..." Fu Yuhan endured the slight pain between his lips and teeth, and comforted him while saying in a vague manner, "I'm here, I'm here."

"I'm going back again." Wen Yu grabbed the clothes behind Fu Yuhan tightly and said hoarsely, "I'm going to see him again, and put myself in an incompatible shell. Every frown and smile must be calculated, and every move cannot be relaxed... I hate this, I really hate this..."

"Brother Yu." Fu Yuhan kissed him one after another, "It's okay, take your time."

Wen Yu hugged him tightly, buried his head on his shoulders, and the air pressure around him was so low that it was impossible to increase.

"Even if there is no way now, there will always be a day when you get rid of his control in ten or twenty years... I will be with you." Fu Yuhan replied and hugged him, "Brother Yu, I will make money to support you."

"No," Wen Yu said in a muffled voice, "How can you keep your wife?"

Fu Yuhan's voice suddenly became cold: "...Who is the wife?"

"I didn't see you fighting on the bed, why do you want to fight for this now?" Wen Yu raised his head, his expression still faint, but Fu Yuhan could feel a lot calmer, "It's okay, I'm much better, I'll get the certificate... and then let's go down."

He let go of Fu Yuhan, walked to his seat, found a brand new certificate with a cover from his desk pocket, and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

Fu Yuhan looked at it and thought for a while: "Why do you have to take this?"

"If it's for competition, then he only cares about this." Wen Yu said, "Just in case."

Fu Yuhan said "Oh": "Then where will you have dinner tonight?"

Wen Yu reported the store name.

Wen Ziming only chooses one from those stores every time because his tastes and Wen Yu are really not consistent.

Wen Ziming gave him a certain respect in choosing a store, so in order to satisfy the tastes and "grades" of the father and son at the same time, there are really not many places to choose in the city.

"Okay." Fu Yuhan nodded.

Wen Yu barely pulled his consciousness out of his emotions, so he was stunned when he noticed Fu Yuhan's face. He touched the other person's lips with his hand, and his tone was a little cautious: "I just bitten so hard?"

Fu Yuhan's lips were not dark, and the blood-red wound was particularly conspicuous.

"You bite so hard that you don't know what you think?" Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows, poked his shoulder with his hand, and chuckled, "I owe you, I'll bite you back one day."

"...Okay." This attitude relaxed Wen Yu, so he finally laughed.

Wen Yu used the road from the classroom to the school gate to adjust his emotions. When he saw the Maserati, he had returned to his usual calm, steady and at ease when he met Wen Ziming. He said goodbye to Fu Yuhan at the school gate, crossed the road alone, and got into the car.

The black Maserati drove into traffic during the evening rush hour.

When Fu Yuhan saw that he could no longer see, he withdrew his gaze.

Wen Yu didn't say anything along the way, and he was really not very interested - because of the unfinished love celebration meal.

But at the same time, he was not very nervous. For some reason, Wen Yu had a very strange intuition in his heart, thinking that Aunt Fang would not tell him about him and Fu Yuhan.

But it is difficult for the puppet who finally walked out of the bondage to convince himself to walk back calmly.

The car soon arrived at the place, Wen Yu got out of the car and entered the door with the private room number.

The two of them had already arrived. When they saw someone entering the door, Wen Ziming turned his eyes over and waited leisurely.

"Dad," Wen Yu called him in a low voice, paused, and said, "Aunt Fang."

Wen Ziming frowned: "What are you calling?"

Wen Yu's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his thumb pressed his index finger to count bit by bit, thinking whether to pretend to shout "Mom" again.

It doesn't matter if he shouts, he has shouted many times.

But the rebellious spirit in his bones directed him in the other direction.

"It's okay," Fang Wanjing smiled gently, "It's nothing wrong to call auntie."

"It was because you spoiled him so much that you spoiled him." Wen Ziming said, his tone becoming more serious, "Wen Yu, what should you call?"

"..." Wen Yu took a deep breath, "Mom."

Fang Wanjing pulled the corner of her mouth, and her gentle smile suddenly showed some embarrassment. Wen Yu was more comfortable than her, so she was able to take her seat.

As soon as he sat down, he would naturally ask him about the results of the competition.

Wen Ziming used a lot of connections when he transferred to school. The owner of the Academic Affairs Office of No. 3 Middle School was one of his old acquaintances. It is said that he had already received the congratulatory call during the day when he was in the company meeting.

Wen Yu was not very surprised, and he calmly took out the certificate and handed it over.

This thing was like waste paper to him, and it seemed that Fu Yuhan didn't want to use it as a souvenir.

To put it bluntly, people are more important than awards, rather than being reversed like you would like to hear it.

Wen Ziming got the certificate but didn't look at it. He threw it at the side and called the waiter to serve the food.

The three of them did not exchange greetings during the meal. After a cup of collision, Fang Wanjing was the first to put down her chopsticks.

She waited until Wen Ziming finished eating and took a deep breath.

"I want to say something."

Hearing himself raised his eyes.

"Self-know," she turned her head and smiled gently, "Let's get a divorce."

Wen Yu: "..."

ha?

"What did you say?" Wen Ziming frowned, as if he suddenly couldn't understand Chinese, "I heard it right?"

Fang Wanjing said word by word: "I said, let's get a divorce."

How could it be impossible to hear this wrong? Wen Ziming frowned even more: "Reason?"

"The personality is not harmonious, and the relationship is broken... You can find a reason for it." Fang Wanjing said, "Anyway, I have already thought about it and I have consulted a lawyer. I have no demands. We can just divorce normally. If it really doesn't work, you can also talk about it if you want me to leave the house... In short, I don't want to pass it."

These sentences are straightforward enough, so straightforward that they do not conform to the aesthetics of self-evidentity.

He was not very satisfied: "You didn't speak like this before, what happened?"

"Nothing happened, what I insisted on saying... is because nothing happened." Fang Wanjing looked at him, "I understand, I have never been willing to admit it before... Actually you don't love me... No, no, I should say, you only love yourself."

"What are you talking about? How do you hope I love you - I'm not good enough to you?" Wen Ziming said, "I've told you a long time ago that if I feel that the money is not enough, I tell my life assistant that he will..."

"Life Assistant," Fang Wanjing interrupted him, and laughed helplessly and self-deprecatingly, "Which normal couple communicates through life assistants?"

Some people say that good love makes two people achieve each other and gradually become better.

She used to think that this was the same as the great truth in books. Theory is theory, and reality is reality, and there are still deviations.

Because she thought that the best friends, wealthy wives, etc. around her seemed to have their own mishmash after marriage - those who lacked money were lacking in money, those who had money were lacking in love, those who had love had disagreements, and those who had the same views were cold as water... In this way, her life did not seem that bad.

But that day, the two boys stood in front of her hand in hand, and the determination in their eyes touched her.

People who have expectations for life have a bright eye.
To be continued...