Wen Ruan was startled for a moment, then came to his senses and looked for his reputation.
There was a hint of a smile in Fu Zhihuan's eyes, although it was just two words, but it seemed quite meaningful when read from his mouth.
"Why are you here?" Wen Ruan asked.
Fu Zhihuan raised his thumb, clicked on the car behind him, and said lightly, "I'll take you home."
I will take you home.
This sentence made Wen Ruan's heart pound like a deer.
It sounds like the two have a close relationship.
Rounding up, it can be regarded as that they have confirmed their relationship!
Wen Ruan suddenly remembered the question Fu Zhihuan asked just now: "Mr. Qin and I are indeed acquaintances. He was my senior in college."
Speaking of this, she paused, then turned to look at Qin Ziran and smiled: "However, I almost didn't recognize him at first."
"Then I'm quite sad." Although Qin Ziran said so, his tone didn't seem to mind.
He laughed, stroked his hair, and recalled: "At that time, many students wanted to get your contact information from me, but I didn't give any of them."
"?"
Wen Ruan: "Are you quite proud? Damn, no wonder your luck was so bad at that time."
Fu Zhihuan looked at Wen Ruan's bright smiling face, feeling a little irritable for no reason.
The two chatted happily, chattering in front of Fu Zhihuan like a pair of sparrows, and even flapped their wings defiantly.
He frowned slightly, with impatience all over his body.
Who Wen Ruan knew, or who he was a classmate with, was completely none of his business. But I don't know why, but there is always a burning thorn in my heart, which makes people feel restless.
Very annoying.
Jiang Zichen stood aside, looking at the faces of the three people, and then suddenly opened his eyes as if he had discovered something, his eyes suddenly brightened——
oh!
I see!
Sure enough, he is an adult with a complicated mind!
Qin Ziran was the first to react. He laughed heartily, and extended his hand to Fu Zhihuan to say hello: "Mr. Fu, long time no see. Are you here to pick up Jiang Zichen?"
In fact, Qin Ziran also met Fu Zhihuan face to face, because Jiang Zichen's father was on business trips and worked overtime all the year round, so many times it was this gentleman who drove his eye-catching Porsche to pick up the child.
As a teacher, in order to take into account the influence, Qin Ziran once euphemistically mentioned that it is best not to drive such a car to pick up the children, lest the children have vanity and compare each other.
Fu Zhihuan expressed his understanding, so the next day he asked a friend to borrow a pink Beetle full of cartoon stickers and full of flamboyance.
As a result, the school gate was completely blocked, and there were three floors of children onlookers.
Qin Ziran said to Fu Zhihuan that day: "You should switch back to the Porsche."
But at this moment, Fu Zhihuan fixedly looked at Qin Ziran's hand with downcast eyes, chuckled lightly, and stretched out his hand to shake it back.
He leaned forward slightly, then raised his head and narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips and said slowly: "Thank you, Teacher Qin, for taking care of me."
Qin Ziran: "...you're welcome, this is what I should do."
Although it is a very normal polite sentence, why do you feel like you are being intimidated
But Wen Ruan was unaware of the gunpowder here, she took Jiang Zichen's hand, walked to Fu Zhihuan's side, and asked casually, "Your work is over so soon?"
"Well, it was done faster than expected."
Only then did Fu Zhihuan let go of his hand, and he straightened up with the same calm expression on his face.
Qin Ziran quietly rubbed the back of his somewhat sore hands, looked up and saw Wen Ruan was about to leave, and hurriedly shouted: "Hey, don't forget about that."
"Do not worry."
Wen Ruan laughed, "See you in a few days."
In a few days
See
Fu Zhihuan's eyes darkened slightly, but he remained silent. He just raised his head slowly, and his eyes glanced at Qin Ziran's face.
Qin Ziran was caught off guard by this icy gaze, and felt a chill down his back.
…why do I feel as though I’m being intimidated again
Wen Ruan was still looking for where the car was parked, completely oblivious to Fu Zhihuan's eyes.
However, Jiang Zichen, who was standing by the side, once again had a panoramic view of all this. He was carrying a small schoolbag, and quickly captured this wonderful scene intently—
Wow!
It's a battle for grown-ups!
However, when Jiang Zishen was excitedly preparing to continue eating melons, Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and collided with him abruptly.
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows: "Are you happy watching?"
Jiang Zishen immediately stood at attention, made a cute expression by the way, and shouted: "Uncle Fu Zhihuan, good afternoon!"
Wen Ruan turned her head, just in time to hear this sentence.
She suddenly felt suffocated all afternoon, and it all disappeared at this moment.
No matter how good-looking you are, you don't have to be called uncle by a kid.
But Fu Zhihuan didn't react much, he just looked at Jiang Zichen quietly for a while, then squatted down, stretched out his hand and rubbed his head.
Although Fu Zhihuan's tone was tinged with a smile, he kept his pace and said word by word: "Call me brother, and then I'll take you home."
Although it was just an ordinary sentence, Wen Ruan heard an inexplicable threat.
Sure enough, before Jiang Zichen could speak, Fu Zhihuan said again: "Otherwise, you can follow the car."
Red. Naked threats.
Jiang Zi shrank his neck: "Brother Fu, good afternoon..."
After speaking, he jumped into the car with short legs.
Is it too much
How can you be so cruel to children
Wen Ruan approached Fu Zhihuan, with his hips akimbo, and indignantly presided over the justice: "You threaten even children, you are too hateful."
"Child?"
Fu Zhihuan straightened up, glanced at Wen Ruan lightly, and then laughed: "You will regret speaking for him later."
The car starts.
It was the rush hour for getting off work, and it happened to catch up with the parents' meeting, so the road was even more impassable.
However, before the car drove a little far, Jiang Zichen who was sitting in the back seat seemed to suddenly think of something: "Uncle Fu, stop the car! I remembered that I haven't bought the exercise book that the teacher asked for."
Fu Zhihuan responded and pulled over the car.
"Do you want me to go with you?" Wen Ruan asked.
"No need, Aunt Wen. The bookstore is nearby. I can go by myself."
While talking, Jiang Zichen pushed open the car door, jumped out of the car, and then sprinted out.
"?"
Wen Ruan's smiling face disappeared.
Fu Zhihuan snorted lightly and commented: "Wonderful."
Wen Ruan: "Shut up."
She felt herself numb.
Today, Wen Ruan has been able to accept the title of "auntie" from the initial resistance to calm acceptance.
She was silent for a while, then turned her head to look at Fu Zhihuan, gritted her teeth and asked, "I have broken the record of being called an aunt in my life today. But I have a question, how did Simon develop this bad habit?" "
Fu Zhihuan leaned his back on the seat, held the steering wheel with his right hand, and tapped the rhythm with his index finger: "He did it on purpose."
"on purpose?"
"Yeah." Fu Zhihuan turned his head, looked at the small figure standing in front of the bookstore, and then said in a deep tone: "Simon has lacked the company of his relatives since he was a child, and he has been moving and changing schools with his father. It's nothing special." Good friends."
"He purposely shouted that in order to attract people's attention and impress people."
Jiang Zichen always felt that he was dispensable.
I was disliked and ignored by many relatives, and I never had a heart-to-heart friend. Being in foster care with many different families was always a turnaround and was never alone.
That's why he used this method to win other people's attention to him.
After Wen Ruan understood this, she suddenly felt sad.
However, before she started to overflow with motherhood, she heard Fu Zhihuan's voice sounding admonishing——
"However, I advise you not to show sympathy for him just because of this."
Fu Zhihuan said slowly, "He's much smarter than you think."
Wen Ruan didn't believe it: "You didn't say that to get revenge on him calling you uncle, did you?"
Fu Zhihuan: "..."
While talking, Jiang Zichen had already bought the books and came back. He climbed to the back seat and finished them obediently, holding the schoolbag on his lap: "I'm done shopping, thank you for waiting for me."
So polite!
Sure enough, Fu Zhihuan must be prejudiced against such a cute and well-behaved child because he was called uncle.
"What to eat?"
Fu Zhihuan fastened his seat belt again and started the car: "I'll take you to the judo gym after dinner."
Today is Friday, and Jiang Zichen has a judo class tonight.
Hearing this sentence, his eyes lit up: "I want to eat pizza!"
"No." Fu Zhihuan quickly vetoed the plan, "You have eaten too much fast food recently."
When Jiang Zishen heard it, he immediately wilted like a frost-beaten eggplant. He turned his head and looked at Wen Ruan with a pitiful expression, as if trying to impress her.
Wen Ruan refused righteously: "I think your elder brother Fu is right. A child like you must eat less fast food."
The surroundings were silent for a few seconds, only the rustling sound of the car's air conditioner being exhausted could be heard.
Jiang Zi looked at Wen Ruan calmly for a while, put away his pitiful expression just now, then calmly opened his schoolbag, and took out a picture book from it.
A bad premonition suddenly rose in Wen Ruan's heart.
Sure enough, in the next second, Jiang Zishen's elementary school student turned to one of the pages of the picture book——
It was impressively graffiti drawn by Wen Ruan during the parents' meeting.
Then, Jiang Zichen raised his head, looked at the driver's seat, and slowly took a deep breath, as if he was about to speak—
"etc!"
Wen Ruan rushed over in a hurry and covered the exercise book: "I think children can eat whatever they want! Why deprive children of their happiness!"
Fu Zhihuan paused for a moment, then raised his eyes, his eyes turned slightly, he glanced at Wen Ruan from the direction of the rearview mirror, and then narrowed his eyes: "What did you say?"
Jiang Zichen calmly put away the picture book, and stared at Wen Ruan in front of him with a pair of round eyes.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and said, "I said, we must let Simon eat pizza. What we should let the children feel is happiness, not restraint."
"hiss."
Fu Zhihuan felt a little headache, he raised his hand and squeezed his brow bone, turned his head while taking advantage of the traffic light, and glanced at the adult and the child in the back seat.
"Wen Ruan?"
The hoarse voice carried some inquiries.
Wen Ruan clasped his hands together and said softly, "Please, please, just this once."
"…OK."
Perhaps it was because Wen Ruan's begging eyes were too hot, Fu Zhihuan's throat rolled, he swallowed the words, and after a long silence, he said, "Just this time."
Jiang Zichen's eyes lit up again, and he said sweetly by the way: "Thank you sister, sister is so kind!"
Wen Ruan gave him a bitter look.
Now you know how to call her sister
Sure enough, Fu Zhihuan was right.
This kid is really not an ordinary horror.
The author has something to say: *There will be an update at around 11:20 tonight, babies who can’t wait can go to bed first
The red envelopes will be sent together in the second update.
But when it comes to naming, in order to show that I am different from others, I always call out the names of my friends to show intimacy.
There is a gay friend with "Fu" in her nickname, I call her Xiaocao, sometimes the homonym is Xiaocao.
There is a gay friend whose name is "绵", I call her little twisted silk, sometimes it is rounded up and turned into little feet.
And then I got my comeuppance too—
Because they call me Xiaori and occasionally Little Tongue.
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