Chapter 30:

Fu Ting nodded and said to Fu Zhen: "I also remember that our contract was not signed in the end."
Fu Zhen moved his lips. He thought that even if the contract was not signed in the end, Fu Ting probably didn't want to see him, but it didn't seem to be the case now.
Speaking of it, Fu Ting now looks a bit like a stalker ex-boyfriend, and he is of the kind that is not very good, and he may pour sulfuric acid on himself at any time. Fu Zhen is going to be amused by his own analogy. .
Fu Ting looked at Fu Zhen's face. Under the street lamp, small snow grains fell on his hair, his eyes were smiling, and Fu Ting's heart moved, and there was an urge to take him home.
Fortunately, this impulse disappeared immediately.
Jiang Hengshu stepped forward and guarded Fu Zhen behind him. He looked at Fu Ting in the car and asked him calmly, "Excuse me, this gentleman, who are you Fu Zhen?"
Fu Ting looked at Jiang Hengshu, moved his lips but didn't speak. He really shouldn't stop the car. He just watched the two men holding hands and each other, a huge anger surged in his heart for no reason. He finally did not hold back and stepped on the brake.
"Who are you?" Fu Ting asked through gritted teeth.
"I am Fu Zhen's boyfriend." Jiang Hengshu narrated calmly.
"Fu Zhen's boyfriend?" Fu Ting sneered. He was about to sarcastically, but he was interrupted by Jiang Hengshu when he didn't say anything.
Jiang Hengshu once again asked Fu Ting: "Who are you Fu Zhen?"
Fu Ting opened his mouth, but was speechless. Fu Zhen had already been kicked out of the Fu family. Fu Jianchen had also severed his father-son relationship with him. He is not considered Fu Zhen’s brother now, he is no longer Fu Zhen. Who is it?
Seeing that Fu Ting did not speak, Jiang Heng said clearly: "Since it doesn't matter, this gentleman doesn't have to ask so many personal questions."
Fu Ting looked at Jiang Hengshu in front of him, his eyes were filled with anger. This anger did not know where it came from, as if something very important was being taken away.
Jiang Hengshu ignored Fu Ting, he turned around and took Fu Zhen's hand, and said to him, "Let's go."
Fu Zhen gave a hum, then turned and left with Jiang Hengshu.
On the long sidewalk, the shadows of the branches swayed under the light, and the fine snow fell one after another, and soon a layer of white was spread on the bushes. Jiang Hengshu patted Fu Zhen on the shoulder and silently comforted him. .
"Fu Zhen, do you really want to be with this man?" Fu Ting asked loudly from behind them.
Fu Zhen turned his head and looked at Fu Ting's direction. Fu Ting still maintained his previous posture, sitting motionless in the car, looking straight at them. Fu Zhen lowered his eyes, hesitated, and slowly moved. Withdrawing his hand from Jiang Hengshu's palm, he said to Jiang Hengshu, "I want to come by myself."
Jiang Hengshu said, he stopped where he was, watching Fu Zhen walk towards Fu Ting.
Fu Ting watched Fu Zhen slowly walk towards him, and a certain fragment of the past flashed in his mind. The setting sun dyed the beach golden yellow, and the boy ran towards him quickly from the other side, calling his brother.
Right now, Fu Zhen's left leg was slightly limp, and he was always swaying when he walked. For an instant, a certain position of Fu Ting's heart seemed to be held tightly by something, and the pain made him completely speechless.
Fu Zhen walked in front of the car window and stopped. He bent slightly and said to Fu Ting in the car: "Although I don’t know why you suddenly stopped and stopped us today, I thought we didn’t sign the contract. , We don’t want to see each other either."
Fu Zhen paused, wanting to hear Fu Ting's reply, but Fu Ting did not speak, he still remained silent, and looked at him unblinkingly.
Fu Zhen pursed his lips and asked, "Right?"
After a while, Fu Ting nodded invisibly, "Yes."
A smile slowly appeared on Fu Zhen's face. He said to Fu Ting: "So, then we won't see each other again."
Fu Ting looked at Fu Zhen's eyes. The street light looked like Han Xing. He remembered the day Fu Zhen left home. He seemed to be looking at himself with such pleading eyes.
When Fu Ting recovered, Fu Zhen had already left from his car window.
He and Jiang Hengshu continued to walk far along the road.
Fu Ting still didn't move. The cars driving behind him kept honking their horns to urge him to leave. His thoughts did not know where he flew.
How did they and Fu Zhen become like this?
After a long time, Fu Ting lowered his head, his eyes fell in the rearview mirror outside the car window, he saw Jiang Hengshu waved to stop a taxi, opened the door to let Fu Zhen sit in first, and then Jiang Hengshu also got into the car himself.
Until the red taxi completely disappeared from his sight, Fu Ting looked like a person who had just been thawed, and slowly moved the car back home.
There was silence in the living room of the Fu family. Fu Jianchen was having dinner. Seeing that Fu Ting had returned, he asked the butler to bring another knife and fork and let him accompany him to dinner.
Fu Jianchen noticed that Fu Ting's mood was not right tonight. He put down the knife and fork in his hand, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and leaned back slightly, and asked Fu Ting, "What's wrong with you?"
Fu Ting remembered the picture of Fu Zhen holding hands with the man under the street lamp. Even if he told Fu Jianchen about this, Fu Jianchen would probably not care. He shook his head and didn't speak.
"The day of Wanwan has been set, January 23." Fu Jianchen said to Fu Ting.
"Very good." Fu Ting said absently.
Fu Jianchen frowned and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
"It's nothing."
Fu Jianchen seemed to have noticed something. He was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked Fu Ting: "Did you see Fu Zhen?"
At this moment Fu Ting was no longer willing to tell the truth to his father. Fu Ting's face looked a little more haggard under the bright light, and he lowered his head: "No."
Fu Jianchen saw that Fu Ting was lying to himself at a glance, but he did not reveal Fu Ting's lie. He remembered that the kidnapper had called him. He has not found out who had hacked the kidnapper's number in his mobile phone.
"Dad, brother, I'm back." Tang Wanwan opened the door and walked in briskly.
Fu Ting turned his head and looked at Tang Wanwan. He didn't want to laugh, but the moment he saw Tang Wanwan, he couldn't help but curled up his mouth. When facing Tang Wanwan, he seemed to always be The best brother in the world.
Fu Jianchen also completely forgot that he had to check the kidnapper's phone number. As soon as he saw Tang Wanwan, he seemed to be facing the most precious treasure in the world.
...
It was already late when Fu Zhen and the others returned to the rental room. He and Jiang Hengshu said goodnight to each other, and went back to their rooms to rest.
After Jiang Hengshu quit his job at the construction site, he had more free time. He spent most of his time in Fu Zhen's room. Fu Zhen painted and read books.
The warm sun in winter sprinkled in the room through the glass windows, and the sound of turning over the book and the sound of the pen rubbing on the white paper were intertwined and blended. It was also a good melody when it fell in the ear. The next touch is gentle.
Every day Jiang Hengshu would report his itinerary to Fu Zhen. After spending a while in Fu Zhen’s room this morning, Jiang Hengshu put down the book in his hand and said to Fu Zhen, who was immersed in painting, "I want to go home today. One trip."
His mother has been urging him on the phone for a long time, and finally gave him a terrified order, no matter what he is up to now, he must go home today.
"When will you come back?" Fu Zhen put down the paintbrush in his hand and raised his head to the opposite Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen's current appearance is so well-behaved that it makes people feel distressed. Jiang Hengshu rubbed the top of his head and said, "I will be back tonight."
Fu Zhen hummed. He thought Jiang Hengshu would be going back for a long time. Jiang Hengshu asked him: "What do you want to eat tonight, I will bring you back."
Fu Zhen shook his head: "No need to buy, there are still some noodles in my cupboard that I haven't finished eating."
"it is good."
Jiang Hengshu went back and changed a set of clothes and left. After he left, Fu Zhen's writing speed increased a lot, but occasionally he would stop writing and touch the corner of his lips that Jiang Hengshu had just kissed.
In the Jiang family's mid-levels villa, the old housekeeper was standing outside the door wearing a tuxedo. He wore white gloves, and he smelled of a British gentleman. Jiang Hengshu came over and shouted, "Uncle Wang."
"Master, you are back."
Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Uncle Wang watched the Jiang family grow up little by little. He almost regarded him as his own child. As he opened the door, he asked Jiang Hengshu: "What do you want to eat at night, I will let the kitchen prepare. "
Jiang Hengshu: "No need to prepare, I have to go back tonight."
Not long after this was said, Jiang Hengshu said again: "By the way, Uncle Wang, you can help me make a strawberry Melaleuca, I want to take it away."
Although he didn't understand why the young master, who rarely touches sweets on weekdays, suddenly asked for a mullet, Uncle Wang complied with it competently: "Good young master," he went on to say, "Madam is waiting for you upstairs."
Jiang Hengshu nodded and walked upstairs along the dark brown stairs. He stopped in front of the second room on the east side and knocked on the door. Madam Jiang quickly opened the door and saw that Jiang Hengshu was back. , Madam Jiang’s face was instantly covered with a smile.
"I finally came back." Madam Jiang patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder and opened her arms to hug him intimately.
Madam Jiang took Jiang Hengshu to the small tea room downstairs. After the two of them sat down, Madam Jiang asked about Jiang Hengshu’s recent situation, and said to him: "Your father will go to the south for a meeting. When you come back, your grandfather has traveled abroad. It is estimated that he will come back in Spring."
"I know, I called them before."
Madam Jiang smiled, and looked at her child with satisfaction and pride. What she thought of, opened the phone album and said to Jiang Hengshu: "I have some pictures of girls here. Take a look and see if there is a close eye. Yes, I will arrange for you to go out and see you when I have time. You are so old and you should find a girlfriend."
Jiang Hengshu did not take Mrs. Jiang’s cell phone. He said to Mrs. Jiang: "I have someone I like."
"Huh?" Madam Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then she understood what Jiang Hengshu was saying. Her eyes lit up and she was very happy. "When will I bring it back to my mother? My mother is not a staid person, and she doesn't care about the right person. As long as she has a good character, my mother is very happy. How old is she this year? What does she do? How did you meet each other..."
Jiang Hengshu lowered his eyes and said to Madam Jiang: "He is a man."