Chapter 61 Don't Leave I Need You
Zhu Yanshi originally wanted to pull the fur ball back to take a bath, but when he was chasing the cat, the little guy thought they were playing games.
It seemed like there was a rocket launcher on its tail, and it flew far away.
The little short legs moved quickly as it circled around the garden, leaving a trail of cat footprints on the ground.
Zhu Yanshi was not paying attention and was tripped by a protruding water pipe and fell to the ground, sitting down in the muddy puddle next to him.
Just give up struggling.
But at this moment, the kitten ran over obediently and pounced on him with its muddy little paws.
The expensive clothes I just changed into today are already covered in cat paw prints.
"Hairball."
Zhu Yanshi lowered his head, spoke in a fierce tone, but with a smile on his face. He picked up the kitten and touched the kitten's nose with his muddy fingers.
"Back to you..."
The fur ball was very psychic and could understand human words very well. It responded accordingly at this moment and scratched Zhu Yanshi's wrist with its claws, leaving a long black mark on it.
The dense raindrops overhead have receded, and now a whole patch of dark clouds is covering the sky in a gray haze.
There was a scent of earth in the air.
“It’s dirty, it’s dirty…”
Zhu Yanshi knew how to take things as they come, so he simply sat cross-legged on the ground and molded a heart out of mud softened by water.
Maoqiu is a nasty little kitten.
Every time the boy finished pinching the heart, he would slap it with his paw and crush a corner of the heart into pieces.
Zhu Yanshi hid with his back, and the little guy pounced on him again. The man and the cat had a lot of fun playing together.
It was not until the studio window was opened that Zhu Yanshi noticed the gaze coming from that direction. He turned his head and held up a heart shape that he could only pinch helplessly in his palm.
There were still spots of mud on his fair face.
The boy's eyes were bright and shining.
"look!"
He handed the black love heart to Fu Qian'an, standing not far from the windowsill, without approaching the other party, but just extending his hand.
He also kicked the ball of fur next to him.
"The soil in your garden is not good... Can you grow flowers there?"
Zhu Yanshi tilted his head and looked into Fu Qian'an's eyes.
Neither of them spoke. The light that pierced through the dark clouds happened to fall on the boy's cheek, making each of his eyelashes clearly visible.
"You noticed all this?"
Fu Qi'an stood up, leaned against the windowsill, and looked at Zhu Yanshi with his chin lowered.
"I'm not blind."
Zhu Yanshi scraped the love in his palm off and threw it into the garden next to him.
"Last time I came, you only had wildflowers."
Picked up the end of the eye.
"Your soil is too thin. Did you get scammed?"
"You also know how to grow flowers?"
Fu Qi'an asked.
"I should know a little more than you."
Zhu Yanshi bent down and picked up the ball of fur.
"I asked you to bring it in for a bath, but you started playing with it." The man scratched the tip of his nose with his finger.
Zhu Yanshi laughed: "Are you suffering from mysophobia?"
"It's fine if you don't touch me."
Fu Qi'an returned.
As the clouds drifted, the angle at which the sunlight fell on the face shifted, occasionally sticking to the tip of the nose.
What is left behind is a bright color.
Two people were standing, one inside the window and the other outside the window, chatting with smiles on their faces, and there was a warm and peaceful feeling.
Zhu Yanshi borrowed Fu Qian'an's bathroom to give Maoqiu a bath. He knew that the other party was a mysophobe, so after the bath, he mopped the path from the living room to the bathroom clean.
After changing into the new clothes that Fu Qian'an had just prepared for him, Zhu Yanshi threw himself onto the sofa.
"It's due the day after tomorrow. Have you finished your painting?"
Zhu Yanshi reached out to grab the fur ball's tail, letting the kitten's soft tail circle around his fingers.
Fu Qi'an drank some mineral water and leaned against the sofa.
"If nothing unexpected happens, we can finish it tomorrow."
"This is already the second set of clothes you've bought from me."
The man lowered the corners of his upturned eyes and glanced at the round buttocks of the boy lying on the sofa.
I don't know why the emphasis was placed there.
Zhu Yan curled his lips.
"Then I'll transfer the money to you?"
He buried his face in the kitten's belly and took a deep breath.
"The hairballs are peach flavored."
He looked up, and the hair on his forehead swayed a little because of the movement.
"I want to eat it."
Squinting his eyes, he looked into Fu Qi'an's.
I want to eat you too.
This sentence suddenly popped up in Fu Qi'an's mind. He paused while drinking water and quickly looked away.
no……
What is he thinking about?
His thoughts took the only path of no return at the fork in the road, and Fu Qian didn't know why so many strange ideas suddenly popped up in his mind.
My eyes always seem to fall on the boy's buttocks...
nerve.
It's really crazy.
Both of them rested for a while, and Zhu Yanshi started working again. He recently took on a simple routine job.
The work is complicated and takes time to organize. It was introduced by an acquaintance and the salary is not low.
The deadline is approaching, so he has to stay up for several nights to complete the task.
Fu Qian'an took Maoqiu to the studio to continue painting. He sat alone at the drawing board, tinkering with it. He could still see the boy sitting on the sofa through the crack in the door by just turning his head.
Auntie prepared dinner early today, so Zhu Yanshi naturally stayed at the eldest young master's house to enjoy dinner.
After finishing three bowls of rice and clearing all the leftovers on the table, he leaned back in satisfaction and plucked the hairball.
Auntie cleaned the table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Fu Qi'an lowered his head and browsed his phone.
No one spoke, but it wasn't awkward.
They had already gotten used to this way of getting along with each other, and Zhu Yanshi was ready to stand up and walk around for a few laps to help digest his food.
When I passed by the door, I suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
"Someone rang the doorbell."
Zhu Yanshi turned his head, and the young master just lazily raised his eyelids and raised his chin.
"Open the door."
My precious butt didn't want to move an inch from the chair.
Zhu Yanshi pressed the control button on the wall connected to the gate until the knocking sound stopped at the door of the villa.
He opened the door and saw two faces that were both strange and familiar.
I can't remember where I've seen them before, but I always feel like I've seen these two faces before.
Zhu Yanshi squinted his eyes and thought until the boy standing at the door spoke.
"Why you again?"
The tone is bad.
He tugged at the sleeve of the woman carrying milk next to him.
"Mom! I don't want to see him!"
When Zhu Yanshi heard the other party's name, his mind suddenly became clear.
The unpleasant memory that happened in the restaurant earlier rushed into his mind and he happened to catch it.
There was a look of scrutiny in his eyes.
She didn't reply to the boy, but just turned around and shouted.
"Your mother and your brother are here."
As if nothing had happened, he sat down on the sofa next to him, holding the ball of fur.
Zhu Yanshi had conflicts with this family before, simply because of Fu Qi'an. Now that the other party has received the punishment they deserve, Zhu Yanshi has no intention of nitpicking anymore.
He didn't want to get involved in other people's family affairs, so he just watched TV with his fur ball in his arms.
The room was very quiet, and the sound of melodramatic arguments from the TV series drifted out.
"He's your biological son! Do you really have to treat him like this?"
“But I’ve already started a new family…”
"For your own happiness, you even gave up your son! Disgusting!"
The footsteps behind her paused, and Lin Ailian's fake smile twisted.
"Are you scolding me?"
His eyes swept over Zhu Yanshi coldly.
"Who scolded you?"
The boy held a cat toy in his hand and jumped from one sofa to the other with the furry ball.
He shrugged his shoulders as if he had just discovered the melodramatic plot in a TV drama.
"You also think this is immoral?"
The eyes that looked at me were full of innocence, as if I really knew nothing.
“…”
Lin Ailian had a mouthful of blood stuck in her throat, and she felt extremely upset.
Fu Yi, however, was not someone who could maintain his dignity with others, so he threw the health supplements he was holding in his hand to the ground.
"How do you speak?"
Zhu Yanshi thought this guy was too masculine and was too lazy to criticize him.
Fu Qi'an indeed stood in front of the two of them without any expression.
"Are you allowed in?"
His eyes fell coldly on the shoes that the two people had not changed.
"An An, I am your mother after all, how can you talk to me like this?"
Lin Ailian started teaching moral values again.
"You are not welcome here."
Fu Qi'an frowned, his tone becoming increasingly impatient.
"If you want me to cancel my appeal, forget it."
"Why are you pretending? Mom has already given in to you! What else do you want?"
"Let her kneel down and beg you?"
Fu Yi rushed out like a firecracker, glaring at Fu Qi'an.
"First of all, you have to have an attitude when asking someone to do something for you."
"Secondly, you can disrespect me, but as an adult, you should at least show some respect to my friends."
"He doesn't owe you anything."
Fu Qianan raised his foot and kicked two boxes of cheap health products and milk on the ground forward.
"I can't afford this."
"Take it back and give it to Fu Yi. His brain needs some nourishment."
"Fu Qi'an!"
Lin Ailian also has a bad temper. After yelling, she was shameless enough to take action on someone else's territory.
He raised his hands high and when he was about to throw them down, someone grabbed him from behind.
“Tsk.”
Zhu Yanshi's face looked a little annoyed.
"You're going to start fighting before you've even finished your two sentences?"
"And I don't see any sign of you two giving in."
The young man curled his lips and shook off the woman's hand.
"Looks like he's here to cause trouble."
He spoke the last few words slowly, with a mocking smile on his face.
"He's not something you can vent your emotions on. He's a human being, made of flesh and blood."
"Just because you're his mother, you can't take out your frustrations and bad temper on him."
"He doesn't owe you anything."
A younger generation exposed the truth nakedly, and the rotten flesh that had covered the relationship between them for years was torn apart.
You can see the flesh and blood inside.
The boy's voice was soft, echoing in the villa.
Mingming is just a bystander and may not even have a deep understanding of the family structure between them.
But one can see at a glance the sick family relationship between them.
Fu Qi'an curled the corners of his mouth in self-mockery.
He took a step forward, grabbed Zhu Yanshi's wrist, and pulled the boy behind him.
He even raised his hand and patted the other person's shoulder to calm Zhu Yanshi's emotions.
He was actually rational when comforting Zhu Yan.
"I will not withdraw the lawsuit."
Fu Qi'an threw out a sentence.
"Please leave."
"I'm your mother!"
Lin Ailian roared.
"go out."
This was the first time Fu Qi'an responded in such a serious and angry tone.
The man frowned, and two cold rays flashed in his dark pupils.
"Don't make me throw you out."
The sound is especially clear in a quiet room.
The light above heads rushed to fall on the smooth and bright ground.
"An An, I do have something serious to discuss with you."
Lin Ailian suppressed her anger and tried hard to control her emotions.
"You should ask some irrelevant people to leave the house first."
The atmosphere was tense, and all eyes were on Zhu Yanshi.
The young man turned his head to look at Fu Qi'an and was about to turn around and leave, but the fingers holding his wrist kept shrinking.
"Don't go."
Fu Qi'an's voice was very gentle, with a slight tremor that was completely different from just now.
Zhu Yanshi suddenly stopped in his tracks. He turned around and sensed a hint of fragility in the man's black pupils.
He needs himself.
"I'll wait for you in the studio."
"good."
Fu Qi'an nodded.
Zhu Yanshi entered the studio holding the ball of fur. There were several paintings hanging on the wall, and the time of creation of the paintings was marked in the lower left corner.
One painting every year is the one that best reflects Fu Qi'an's current mood.
Zhu Yanshi walked forward and occasionally heard sounds coming from the living room.
A slightly heated argument.
I don’t know how long it took, but Zhu Yanshi even fell asleep on the tatami in the corner holding the ball of fur.
The door of the studio was pushed open and silence returned to the living room.
Fu Qian'an approached Zhu Yanshi with a feeling of irritation all over his body and water dripping from his fingertips.
His almost pathological obsession with cleanliness is related to this so-called family.
Every time he faced it, his relaxed spirit would become extremely tense, stretched into a straight line, and he would never be able to relax again.
unless.
Fu Qi'an moved closer and stood beside the young man, his eyes fixed on his cheek.
It fell between the boy's delicate eyebrows and eyes.
Reach out.
The fingertips lightly touched the other person's eyelashes.
The fingertips, stained with light, lingered for just a moment between the boy's eyebrows.
When he was about to leave, he was suddenly caught.
The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes. There was a layer of mist in front of his beautiful glass pupils.
It fell quietly on Fu Qian'an's face.
"Has the discussion concluded?"
Zhu Yanshi's voice was a little hoarse.
The ball of fur was no longer in his arms, but he was still holding on to the other person's fingers, using the force to stand up.
"Um."
Fu Qian nodded, there were some red bloodshot in his eyes and his fingers were cold.
These were the traces left after the argument just ended and they were flushed repeatedly in the bathroom.
"I should go back."
Zhu Yanshi glanced at the time on his watch, and when he was about to leave, he turned back.
"You have mysophobia. I think I should give you a hug now..."
The voice just fell.
Zhu Yanshi was suddenly pulled into a warm embrace by a force, and the other party hugged him tightly.
Her arms kept tightening around him, and her head buried in the crook of his neck.
The hot breath sprayed on the neck and even touched the slightly cool and soft lips.
"Don't leave."
He repeated, his voice hoarse and broken.
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