Chapter 74: Forgetting One's Origins
Originally, he planned to stay at his parents' house for a while until Fu Zhun recovered, but he had a fever of 39.8 degrees and recovered in two days. He lifted weights with all his strength and asked Song Yujia to sit on him to do push-ups, or let him hang on him to do pull-ups, which made the only real middle-aged man in the family have a heart attack.
Taking advantage of the last few days of the holiday, the two returned to their own home. Since Aunt Liu had not returned yet, no one thought of bringing the gold back.
The air conditioner at home was turned on in advance, and when the door was opened, clothes fell one by one. Song Yujia crossed her legs on Fu Zhun, was carried upstairs and thrown on the bed. The elastic mattress carried her up and down, rising into the air and then falling.
After the performance, Song Yujia felt like she couldn't even move a finger. She opened her mouth and cursed stubbornly, "Fu Zhun, you are a mad dog. You don't understand what people say."
Fu Zhun played with Song Yujia's hair and waited for him to come back to his senses. "Except for not stopping, I did what you said. What else are you dissatisfied with, baby?"
"I hate you, don't talk to me!"
"What do you want to eat? I'll ask Huaimu to bring it over. The little mouth up there needs to be fed as well."
"cut."
After Fu Zhun came out refreshed carrying Song Yujia, Huaimu's meal had arrived. The wilted man suddenly came back to life. Fu Zhun felt sorry for him at first and wanted to feed him, but he was rejected because the amount he gave was too little, depriving him of the joy of feeding his child.
Until Aunt Liu came back, the two of them did the same thing almost every day. Fu Zhun was fed well, and Song Yujia was also fed well.
On the day of receiving the gold, the expected drama of the father and daughter showing deep affection and crying together did not happen. Instead, there was a fierce drama of the deep affection between grandparents and grandchildren, with you chasing me, she running away and he chasing her, but she couldn't escape even if she had wings.
Song Yujia stood in the living room with her hands on her hips, panting slightly, her face flushed from running so hard, and said angrily, "How can this be called being blinded by wealth? This rebellious child's conscience is not her own snack, she just nibbled a few times when she had nothing to do, and she ate everything without leaving anything."
Jin Zi stared at Song Yujia with her round eyes, afraid that she would be caught by him accidentally. She didn't notice that Fu Jun appeared behind her and was forked and thrown into the back seat of the car.
"Don't be angry, baby. Go home and teach her slowly."
After saying goodbye to Mr. Fu, he took Jinzi home. On the way, Jinzi lay on the back seat, crying.
"Song Fu Jinzi, you said that when you are at home, what you eat, drink, wear, use and live in are all good. How many dogs can have the conditions you have? You have only lived in the manor for a few days, and you have forgotten your roots? Don't you want to go back to school to see your good friend? You don't want the toys at home? This is because your father and I are kind and want to save others. During the New Year, you are just the dish on the table, and no one touches you. A disobedient dog will have a hard time. You must know these principles."
Song Yujia was sitting in the passenger seat and speaking earnestly and a little threateningly. When he turned around, he saw Jinzi raising his two paws to cover his ears tightly, and he was furious again.
In the following days, Fu Zhun returned to work and Song Yujia returned to study. The sunlight shone through the windows in the office, making it warm and comfortable.
At first, Fu Zhun went to a meeting, and Song Yujia would nestle on his sofa, leisurely memorizing knowledge points or reading novels, browsing his phone, and he lived a very happy life.
Now Fu Zhun was in a meeting, so he took his homework and followed Fu Zhun to the conference room. He had originally complained about how awkward it was to sit next to Fu Zhun, because when Fu Zhun was speaking he didn't know whether his subordinates were looking at him or at him. So he put a small desk in the commonly used conference room, and Song Yujia sat on the desk. This made him feel even more awkward, like the guardian angel who sat next to the teacher's podium when he was in school.
This was because he used to curl up on the sofa reading books every day. One day, his eyes suddenly felt sore, and he subconsciously hugged Fu Jun and cried and begged for comfort. He did get what he wanted from Fu Jun, and he didn't study that afternoon.
But from then on, he completely lost the joy of lying on the sofa and reading. He had to strictly follow Fu Zhun's requirements and sit upright at the desk like a kindergarten baby.
If you don't know him, you might think he is a preschooler. What he holds in his hand is not a college transfer test paper, but a 12345 number practice book, or a group of ducks swimming under the bridge in front of his house~
So Song Yujia thought hard and finally succeeded in colluding with Lin Jia, using the excuse of whispering in Fu Zhun's ear to increase his salary. Every time after the meeting with Fu Zhun, he would receive a message from Lin Jia, and then when he was about to come back, he would hurriedly sit on his small desk and sit up straight.
Later, Fu Zhun discovered their cahoots through surveillance. Lin Jia had his bonus deducted, and Song Yujia cried for a long time in the lounge, covering her butt.
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"Hubby, stop staring at me. Am I a flower? Besides, I'm sitting very straight and upright, with my eyes at the perfect golden distance from the table. If you don't believe me, measure it with a ruler. It's hard for me to study seriously when you stare at me."
Fu Zhun sat on a chair, taking a sip of the coffee Song Yujia made for him from time to time, ruining the latte art on it. Looking at the resentful people next to him, he instantly felt like he had turned into a villain from the demon clan, imprisoning the jealous and vengeful young master of the immortal family in his office and torturing him.
"I don't have a ruler, baby, can you lend me one?"
Song Yujia jumped up, took the opportunity to run to his sofa and sat down, rolling in the dark and twisted nest, "It's all your fault, Fu Zhun. I don't want to study anymore."
"Baby, I don't have the energy to work anymore when I'm with you. I always want to hold you in my arms. What should I do? I lost so much money. How are you going to compensate me?"
"Fu Zhun, you are such a pervert. You have forgotten your roots. Why didn't I see you staring at me during the meeting? You just pretended to be ignorant. Sooner or later, I will peel off your skin in front of your subordinates and let everyone see your true face."
Fu Jun sighed, put down his coffee, picked up the document and started reading again, "Don't, baby, you know, I have to save face when I'm out there."
Two weeks passed in a row, and Song Yujia felt as if he had been drained of his energy by the books, the test papers, and the teacher.
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