presumptuous

Yu also signed the leave note for him, and Feng Jiuwang said, "Your expression just now was terrifying."

Yu also casually replied: "Is there?" His attitude was obviously that he didn't want Feng Jiuwang to ask.

According to Feng Juwang's temperament in the past, he must be annoying, but he didn't that day.He couldn't explain why, but he just felt that this person finally softened his attitude towards him, and he should take it easy so as not to scare him away again.

On Friday, Feng Zhuwang took the train for three and a half hours, and arrived home at five in the afternoon. The nanny opened the door, and he was a little surprised to see him, obviously not knowing that he would come back.

Feng Jiuwang only brought back his notebook and brought his slippers into the room before the nanny shouted upstairs: "Yueyue, come down soon, your brother is back."

Feng Yue went downstairs, the little girl was wearing a ponytail and a blue and white school uniform, staring at a pair of big eyes.

Those eyes are not like Feng Chen's, they are more like Chen Fangmei's.

"How did you come back?!"

"Your mother said that you cried because you missed me." Feng Jiuwang said.

The little girl blushed immediately: "She's talking nonsense! I don't have one, listen to her nonsense!"

Feng Juwang smiled wickedly, "Oh."

The girl stomped on the stairs and looked like she was about to cry: "I didn't cry, it's better if you don't come back!"

The nanny immediately went to stop her, "Hey, Yueyue, your brother finally came back once, don't talk to him like that."

Feng Chen and Chen Fangmei didn't come back, and the nanny got off work after six o'clock, thinking that Feng Jiuwang's family would have to go to a restaurant outside to eat anyway, so they didn't cook at all.

Feng Yue endured it for a while and couldn't help it anymore, and shouted in the living room: "I'm hungry! I'm going to starve to death!"

Feng Juwang came out of the room: "What are you yelling for? What do you want to eat when you're hungry?"

Feng Yue pursed her lips and secretly glanced at him: "What do you know?"

Feng Jiuwang: "I don't know anything."

Feng Yue pursed her lips, feeling extremely wronged.

Feng Zhuwang opened the refrigerator and looked at the ingredients. He turned around and asked Feng Yue, "Scrambled eggs with tomatoes? I'll check the recipe."

Feng Yue was even more wronged: "You are perfunctory."

Feng Jiuwang: "?"

Feng Jiuwang: "Then let's eat instant noodles."

At seven o'clock in the evening, when Chen Fangmei came back, she saw two people eating with instant noodle buckets at the table and said in surprise, "You're back? Why didn't you say anything?"

Feng Juwang just finished eating the noodles and put down his chopsticks, when he heard Chen Fangmei say, "Why do you two eat this? It's all junk food, and the nanny left without cooking? Put it down quickly, and I'll cook for you two. She hurriedly took off her coat, and the strong smell of perfume spread out.

Feng Juwang stepped back a little, and saw that Feng Yue was chopping noodles faster.

He raised an eyebrow.

Children always lose their tempers one after another. At this time, they are no longer angry, so they whispered to Feng Jiuwang: "My mother's cooking is even worse."

Feng Jiu nodded knowingly: "No need, I've already finished eating, if you want to do it, let Feng Yue do it, I don't think she's full yet."

The little girl's eyes widened in disbelief.

Chen Fangmei didn't go to the kitchen again after hearing the words, "She just eats a few bites, don't worry about her."

She smiled at Feng Jiuwang.

Feng Jiuwang was in a good mood today, and he didn't ignore the woman, "Then I'll go back to the room first."

"I haven't had time to tell your dad when you go home..."

"No need." He didn't turn his head back, "I didn't come here to see him on purpose, just to get something."

That night, Feng Zhuwang couldn't fall asleep, and rushed out the homework due next week ahead of time. The books he read before were all in vain, and the progress was faster than other groups.

If he wants to accomplish something, he must be very serious and focused, and the same is true for the final review.But many times his focus is not in the right place, such as playing games, going over the wall to Internet cafes and nightclubs, or bullying Teacher Yu.

The father and son met at the dinner table the next morning. Chen Fangmei probably mentioned to Feng Chen about Feng Jiuwang's return last night.

Seeing him pull out the chair and sit down, the man snorted coldly: "Does he still know to come back?"

Feng Yue bit the toast, not daring to breathe.

Feng Chen said to the air, but not to Feng Jiuwang: "What good can I learn from hanging out with those dubious people all day long? I paid him to go to college just to let him spend money outside?!"

Chen Fangmei hurriedly smoothed things over: "It's not easy for the child to come back, so don't say a few words."

"Look at him like that, shit! He's making trouble for me when he comes back!"

Feng Juwang was finally willing to raise his eyes, and looked at people coldly: "I'm sitting opposite you, why use the third person?"

Feng Chen pointed at him across the table, and said to Chen Fangmei: "Look at this picture, will it be okay if you enter society in the future?"

"Don't say a few words, don't say a few words." Chen Fangmei said and patted her daughter's head, "Are you full? Go back to your room and do your homework when you are full."

Feng Chen said again: "Why did you let your daughter go? I think he should go."

Feng Jiuwang really pushed the chair away, stood up and went back to the room, and came out within 5 minutes after entering the room, "I'm leaving."

Chen Fangmei asked him, "Why are you going?"

"Back to school."

Feng Chen slapped the table hard from behind him, and the girl hid in Chen Fangmei's arms with an "ah" in fright.

Feng Juwang frowned, glanced at the little girl in the woman's arms, and then at his father: "Is there anything else?"

"Is it reasonable for you not to go home on National Day? What right do you have to talk to me like that? I don't think your mother should have given birth to you in the first place, such a beast!"

Feng Jiuwang is no stranger to the word "animal".

Feng Chen is self-made, and he was a big bastard when he was young, and he has said dirtier words than this, so Feng Jiuwang doesn't care about these things at all.

But there is one thing Feng Chen shouldn't say.

Feng Jiuwang's expression turned cold: "Don't mention my mother, you are not qualified."

Feng Chen's expression changed after he said those words, his momentum weakened and he tried to save face, and snorted out of his nose with his neck stuck.

Feng Zhuwang felt that there was no need to talk anymore, and he didn't want to quarrel with the person in front of him.Feng Chen has always had his own set of arguments, even if it is his own fault, it can be said to be his fault, he does not trust his son from the bottom of his heart.

Coming out of the house, Chen Fangmei trotted all the way to catch up and grabbed Feng Jiuwang's arm.

Feng Juwang didn't hide, and waited for her to speak.

"You also know what your father is usually like. Don't get angry with him. You don't want to quarrel with him. At most, he will go to the factory and the house will be clean after a while. Come back after a while, don't go back so soon. "

Feng Juwang broke away from that hand and refused, "No need."

The woman wanted to say something else, but when she saw Feng Jiuwang's eyes, she fell silent, and said in a low voice, "You're an older child too, all choices are up to you."

Feng Ju looked away.

Not staying at home for 24 hours.

The small villa with a single family, when he didn't come back, it was cooler at best, but when he came back, the atmosphere here became depressing.

Everything became boring, the game wasn't fun, I didn't want to reply to the WeChat messages, and Wei Yang was asking him if he would go tonight, hey, his mind seemed to have been soaked in salt water, and he couldn't remember what he said at all.

Feng Juwang was very irritable, his face darkened, and he began to think about why he wanted to go home. It seemed that it was because he could ask for leave.

In the final analysis, it is the teacher's fault.

Feng Juwang came out of the bus station and smiled mischievously. The low air pressure just now seemed to be an illusion. He licked his teeth—the teacher must take responsibility.

Yu was still lying on the bed when he received the call. This was one of the rare days when he could stay in bed, and his bones were crisp from sleep. When he saw a series of unfamiliar numbers, he answered the phone unpreparedly: "Hi, hello .”

"Hello, here is your courier, is it convenient to come out and pick it up?"

A low male voice rang through the phone.

Yu continued to get stuck, relying on his memory: "...Feng Jiuwang?"

"Ah, I guessed it. Good afternoon, teacher. You haven't woken up yet, have you?"

Yu Huan subconsciously hung up the phone, rolled around on the bed and sat up, when the phone rang again.

Yu Huan: "Hello."

Feng Jiuwang complained: "You hang up on my phone."

"It's not working hours now. I have no obligation to answer the students' calls." Yu still kept his eyes open and said nonsense. His mobile phone was on standby 24 hours a day, just because he was afraid that the students would not be able to find him if they had something to ask.

"Oh that's it." Feng Jiuwang directly changed his address, "Yu Huan."

Yu also sighed: "Forget it, tell me why you want me, it's Saturday, I don't care how you play disco."

"Listen, is this something the teacher can say?"

"You're so annoying." Yu Huan's voice was rustling, and he hadn't come out of his sleep yet, "Didn't you go home?"

"is back."

Yu paused, "Why did you come back so soon?"

"I was driven back." Feng Jiuwang deliberately said casually, "Well, it's actually not a big deal."

At 32:[-], Yu was still wearing a hoodie and standing in front of the bus stop, feeling like a fool, a fool who was dragged by the tail by a student who was seven or eight years younger than him.

He drove to the city center and saw the boy playing games with chips in his mouth through the glass window of the restaurant, and he was even more angry.

"Yu Huan?"

Someone called him from behind.

Yu also remembered that although this city is very big, the city center is only that big, so you can always meet people you are familiar with but you don't want to meet.