Xu muzhou frowned and thought for a while, shaking his head: "nothing. The child has a bad temper. Don't pay attention to him."

Fu Shuang said "Oh" and then waved his hands and smiled.

"Where can I argue with him so much? I'm two years older than him. That boy is half a child. He's childish, impulsive and willful. I don't argue with him."

Fu Shuang's words were completely in line with Xu muzhou's understanding of Hexian. The doubt about the idea just raised in his heart was swept away in an instant.

As he Xian said, I want to make friends with them, have a partner, and learn a little, so as to lay a good foundation for walking in the business field in the future.

After all, the boy is such an asshole that Fu Shuang can't have any ideas about him.

He Xian's kind of wanton flower cluster is not like a person who can move real feelings. As for playing, oh, who is not playing, he won't dig his own grave, should he move or can't move.

Xu muzhou put his heart back in his stomach and gently patted Fu Shuang: "aren't you tired? Go to sleep."

"Then you hold me to sleep."

Fu Shuang shrunk into Xu muzhou's arms, rubbed his face, found a comfortable position in front of his chest, and closed his eyes at ease.

Xu muzhou must be like a flower planted in the soil and cultivated steadily.

What's wrong with him being so dependent and trusted by his beloved woman?

When Fu Shuang was away, Xu muzhou usually stayed up late and worked overtime until he was too tired to eat, so he fell asleep.

Today, Fu Shuang came back, holding Wenxiang nephrite. Although it's hard to avoid being distracted, he was very calm. After a while, Xu muzhou also fell asleep.

Later in the night, he Xian broke into the green poplar bank with a black face.

He didn't take the elevator. He pedaled up the stairs and made a loud noise.

Liu Ma asked him if he wanted to eat supper. He didn't answer at all. He elongated his face and looked like someone had dug up his ancestral grave.

He Xian stood in the corridor, staring at the door of the master bedroom.

He didn't know what story was going on in that door.

But along the way, his heart never calmed down.

"Heshao, you..." Liu Ma asked nervously, but she didn't know what to say.

He Xian suddenly opened the door of the guest room, walked in with big steps, and slammed the door.

Mrs. Liu trembled and whispered, "what's the matter? Who provoked the living ancestor again?"

Hexian leaned against the door and looked up at the sky.

There was no light in the room. It was dark. I couldn't see my fingers. In the dead silence, I could only hear the boy's heavy breathing.

He knew he didn't stand angry, but he couldn't control it.

There was a fire in his chest, which made him boil and explode.

For a long time, he turned on the light, walked into the bathroom with his head depressed, turned on the cold water and rushed with his head and face.

Cold water can't quench the anger in your heart, but it burns people more and more restless.

He Xian lowered his head and looked into the middle through the layers of water curtain.

The wet cloth clings tightly to the skin and is pushed out of a large bulge in the middle.

He gasped heavily and slowly extended his trembling hand.

……

Fu Shuang and Xu muzhou got up early in the morning.

Mrs. Liu was setting up the table. When she saw them coming hand in hand, she smiled and said, "good morning, young master, young lady. Why are you up, young lady?"

"I'm fine. I'd better get up and walk."

Liu Ma opened her chair and asked Fu Shuang and Xu muzhou to sit down.

"Eh, the three sets of dishes and chopsticks are coming?"

"Yes, madam, heshao came around 12:30 last night."

Fu Shuang picked her eyebrows and said with a smile, "it's a young man. I'm so energetic. If I had to go back to school directly, how tired it is to toss back and forth."

Liu Ma hesitated and said, "but... Heshao's face is very wrong, as if he is very angry."

Fu Shuang waved her hand and smiled indifferently: "Hey, what's wrong with him? Don't pay attention to him."

A lazy voice with a little anger came: "Fu Shuang, you speak ill of me again, don't you?"

As soon as Fu Shuang looked back, he Xian walked with his hands in his trouser pockets.

"Am I wrong?" Fu Shuang was arrested on the spot for saying bad things behind his back. Fu Shuang was not embarrassed at all. He said righteously, "I'm so angry every day. I don't want people to say it!"

He Xian said "you", grinded his back teeth, waved his fist on her head and made a gesture to beat her.

Fu Shuang stuck his neck, stretched his head under his fist, pointed to the back of his head and provoked: "here, fight here, you're welcome, and don't save face for me."

"You!" He Xian was so angry that he glared at her, sat down on the chair, angrily filled himself with a bowl of porridge, "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!"

He Xian took a mouthful of porridge and said, "frost, you've been skipping classes for half a month. It's time to go to school."

"I'll have a holiday after three days of class. Don't go to Shuangshuang. Go again at the end of the holiday."

He Xian suddenly slapped his chopsticks on the table and shouted, "no! There's a new year's party to be held on Wednesday night. I have a program. Shuangshuang, you have to come on stage and offer me flowers. You can't help it!"