Chapter 53 I am not you he does not have
The light from the street lamp at the campus gate illuminated a small area. As the gate was about to close, there were few pedestrians on the roads on both sides.
Zhu Yanshi didn't have time to waste with them. He walked up to Fu Qi'an and said, "Thank you for picking me up. I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow."
After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the door.
"It's about to close, I have to go back first."
He spoke slowly, his voice a little unclear, holding the strap of his backpack, and turned to run towards the school gate.
The wind ruffled the boy's hair, and the hair flying in the air was stained by the light from the street lamps not far away, appearing a bright golden color.
Fu Qianan stood there without moving until the other person left and he could no longer see him. Then he slowly withdrew his gaze and turned his head.
There's someone in front of me who looks like he deserves a beating.
A pink matte peach pendant hung from her fingertips, swaying in the light of the street lamp. Despite the soft light, it couldn't hide the pendant's cheap plastic feel.
Song Zhiyu, who was holding the pendant, had a smile on his face. He glanced over with the corner of his eye and put the pendant in his palm.
Turning around, he began to hum softly.
So what if Fu Qi'an comes?
Didn’t Zhu Yanshi give him the pendant?
If he had to choose one between them, Zhu Yanshi would still choose himself.
The gloom in Song Zhiyu's heart during this period was swept away in an instant. He even hummed a song and turned around to stand on the side of the road to prepare to take a taxi.
He didn't even spare a glance for Fu Qi'an's sullen face.
The wind blew by, brushing away the boredom on Fu Qian'an's body. He was wondering, if he had brought the blueberry tart he had promised the other party when he hurried over, would this pendant be given to him now?
Song Zhiyu stole what belonged to him!
Fu Qi'an's face remained calm, but in fact, seeing Song Zhiyu's smug look, he felt even more annoyed.
Turning around, Lenglian opened the taxi app. The two of them stood on both sides of the school gate without saying a word, and each hailed their own taxi.
Zeng Yifan parked the car in the middle of the school gate and glanced awkwardly at the two seniors next to him. He didn't want to just drive away, so he put on a fake smile on his face.
"Senior...I'm not staying overnight anyway, so I'll drive you back?"
After the voice fell, Zeng Yifan, who didn't want to go through this Shura again but had to face the challenge, knelt down in his heart and prayed to God, hoping that these two would not extend the Shura to his car.
Song Zhiyu paused in swiping his phone, curled the corners of his mouth, and looked at Fu Qian, who had also put down his phone, in a half-provocative manner.
"Sure, it's really hard to get a taxi in this area."
"I'm quite generous and don't really mind riding in the same car with some unpleasant people."
It was as if some kind of silent contest had formed again, as if whoever retreated first would be the first to bow.
Fu Qi'an's fingers gripping the phone tightened slightly, he forced a smile on his face, and snorted coldly.
"Only those who are unloved would take a cheap ornament seriously."
Fu Qi'an opened the car door and sat in the back seat without any hesitation.
The contest between the men started again. Song Zhiyu sat in the back seat without any hesitation, glancing at the man sitting upright next to him.
“If you can’t eat the grapes, you say they are sour.”
"I'm so eager to see you, why are you still so stubborn?"
"Stay away from me. I have no intention of interacting with trash."
Fu Qi'an moved closer to the window.
The air pressure reached its lowest point, and Zeng Yifan's hands were about to turn the steering wheel like tentacles, fearing that if he was a little slower these two gentlemen would start fighting in his car.
After sending the person to the destination, Fu Qianan got out of the car first and then turned to walk forward. The window of the car behind him rolled down and a dog's head popped out.
He showed off the pendant in his hand again.
"I didn't like this kind of thing before, but now I see it, it's actually quite cute..."
Fu Qi'an resisted the urge to beat up the dog head.
Just as he was thinking of out of sight and out of mind, he saw a couple holding hands in front of him. The girl was holding a cup of milk tea with a peach pendant hanging at the bottom of the straw, exactly the same as the one on Song Zhiyu's hand.
Fu Qi'an raised the corner of his eye, took a few steps over and talked to the couple for a few words. When he turned around, he found a pendant on his hand.
Just as Song Zhiyu was about to roll up the car window, there were several taps on the glass. He looked up and saw the same ornament hanging in front of him.
"This special gift for the milk tea shop's 10th anniversary is truly precious."
Fu Qian'an tilted his head and smiled, his expression looking as annoying as it could be. He won back a game, twirled the pendant with his fingers, and walked away humming a song.
Only Song Zhiyu was left petrified in his seat, staring at the little peach in his palm.
"Brother...don't be too angry. The gift isn't about how expensive it is, it's about who gave it to you..."
Zeng Yifan's consolation seemed weak, but President Song, who was petrified in the back seat, thought it made sense and nodded.
He snorted coldly.
"He's just jealous of me, I won't fall for his tricks!"
This is a token of love. Is it comparable to an ordinary milk tea gift?
Fu Qi'an is a villain who likes to sow discord!
Song Zhiyu rudely labeled the other party a villain.
The car stopped at the door of the villa. Song Zhiyu got out of the car, thanked Zeng Yifan, and turned into the villa.
The villa was quiet. The moment he walked into the living room, the light rushed into his eyes, and Song Zhiyu saw Song Kai sitting on the sofa not far away.
The man held a cigarette between his fingers, and the ashtray in front of him was full of cigarette butts. When he heard the door open, his eyes swept over quietly.
"come over."
Song Kai raised his chin slightly.
Song Zhiyu put his hands in his coat pockets, his expression gradually became cold, and he sat on the sofa expressionlessly, touched a cigarette on the table, and put the butt into his mouth.
"What do you want to say?"
The lighter lit the cigarette butt.
An orange-red light lit up and a wisp of smoke rose.
"He's working in my hands now."
Song Kai pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, turned his head, and looked at him coldly.
"You want to cause trouble for him?"
Song Zhiyu guessed Song Kai's plan without much hesitation.
He brought the cigarette to his lips, took a puff, then moved his fingers back, tilted his head back, and leaned the back of his head against the back of the sofa, the smoke from his lips swirling in the air.
The man twitched the corner of his mouth.
"You're in your forties, and you're still using your power to bully others?"
"You can say I'm embarrassed, but how can this not be a test?"
"He wants to come into our house..."
"He doesn't want to."
Song Zhiyu interrupted the other person, shook the cigarette butt, and the ash fell down along his jade-white fingertips.
He looked up, his eyes clear.
He should know best.
"He's not my appendage. When we're together, it won't be like you and mom, where you just use each other."
"dad…"
Song Zhiyu stood up and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
He was grateful to Song Kai for ensuring that he had no worries about food and clothing, and that he had started at the top and become the man he is today. He was grateful to Song Kai for raising him.
However, this does not conflict with the disputes caused by their different values.
Apart from his identity as a father, Song Kai is an absolute scumbag.
Song Zhiyu knows this better than anyone else.
The action of extinguishing the cigarette butt paused, and Song Zhiyu turned his head.
"I can't compare to you in other aspects, but at my age, I still don't understand the essence of love."
"I live in a very confused state."
He stood up and put his hands back into his coat pockets. His fingertips touched the pendant and he curled the corners of his mouth.
"My career doesn't need to rely on my partner to provide me with a ladder to success."
The sound of the man's leather shoes hitting the ground echoed in the empty living room. He stepped onto the stairs and paused.
"So, don't bother him anymore."
“What if it’s a mistake at work?”
Song Kai narrowed his eyes.
"He won't."
Song Zhiyu took a step forward and walked away.
The air was filled with the thick smell of smoke.
Song Kai raised his head and stared at the light above his head. After a long time, he curled the corners of his mouth.
Even after being influenced by his morbid emotional concepts for more than twenty years, Song Zhiyu not only did not sink into despair, but even developed his own views on love after meeting someone.
Song Kai didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
He is not a tyrannical and authoritarian father. On the contrary, he himself is a successful case. He will provide Song Zhiyu with the choices he made at various stages of his life.
Look, it’s because I made this choice that I have the rights and status I have today.
Only if you make the same choice as me can you be where I am now.
The reference was placed in front, but the choice was given to Song Zhiyu.
Song Kai hated Zhu Yanshi's servility and fawning, and his way of saying one thing to one person and another to another.
But after these few days of contact, it is undeniable that the other party's personality is indeed not to his taste, but there is no need to question his work ability and business capabilities.
Able to win the contract of Chunshan.
Song Kai has already changed his opinion.
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The night sank to the ground, like a quilt covering everything. Everything was shrouded in darkness, mixed with the dullness of the sunny day.
People who are suppressed feel very irritable.
Yuan Qing checked the time on his phone several times. There were only two minutes left before the school closed.
Zhu Yanshi has not returned yet.
He could no longer remember how many times the other party had not returned home all night.
For some unknown reason, I felt betrayed, like a lonely husband in an empty house.
It became the Wife-Looking Stone.
It was already past closing time when Yuan Qing's fingers hanging on the desk tightened slightly, and she heard the sound of the dormitory door being pushed open.
Zhu Yanshi was holding several express parcels in his arms, which he had taken out from the dormitory manager's room downstairs.
He sat on the chair and took several breaths before turning around to greet Yuan Qing.
“I almost couldn’t make it back…”
"You've been drinking."
Yuan Qing stood up, moved closer, bent down with his head down, and when he got close to Zhu Yan's cheek, he smelled the fragrance of green plums mixed with the smell of alcohol.
Among them, there is a faint masculine scent that does not belong to a teenager.
The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and even had a chilling feeling.
"I discussed a job today..."
Zhu Yanshi yawned and put the express box on the table. He had no intention of opening it. He took out one of the tightly wrapped packages and stuffed it into the drawer next to him.
She turned around and went into the bathroom holding her pajamas.
Yuan Qing didn't say anything, just stood there, waiting for the other party to walk into the bathroom, then slowly turned his gaze towards the drawer.
Why should this express be taken out separately?
The man's sixth sense vaguely indicated that this package contained a hidden secret...
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