Fu Wei's serious study naturally did not hide from Wei's father and mother's eyes, but they didn't say it openly, and only made some stumbling blocks behind their backs.

For example...

"Qinghe, your brother studies hard, your father and I are busy at work and have no time, you will be responsible for the three meals at home in the future, are you okay?"

No, I have a problem.

She also reads, why didn't Wei's mother think about her hard work?

"But I also have to go to school, Mom..." Fu Wei was sitting next to Wei Qingyang, she lowered her head aggrievedly, and turned her face at an angle, so that Wei Qingyang could clearly see that a tear fell from her eyes, dripped into the bowl of rice below, and disappeared.

"You are a girl, how hard can you go to school? Anyway, you have to go out to work after graduating from high school, and you care about what you do," Father Wei said impatiently.

He had already contacted Fu Tao for a position, but Fu Tao kept pushing it off under the pretext that she wanted a high school diploma. In the end, the position was asked by someone else, and Father Wei felt heartache when he thought about it.

It's nearly 10,000 yuan a month, and if Fu Wei goes to their house, he can have an extra deposit to buy a house for Wei Qingyang.

"That's right, your dad is right, why do girls read so many books, in the end, the salary is not as much as that of other people working in factories."

Wei's father and mother sang and harmonized, and they kept refuting Fu Wei. Hearing that they were talking more and more excessively, Wei Qingyang dropped his chopsticks.

"Eat well, eat well, can you not keep talking, it's annoying," he said and pretended to be aggrieved and mocked, "You are really ruthless, she cooks so badly, she still wants me to eat every day, are you still your own?" ”

'Of course,' the two said in unison.

…

"Brother, is it really good for me to dress like this..."Fu Wei spread his arms, waiting for Wei Qingyang to measure his data.

"What's not good," Wei Qingyang stood up and glanced at her, nodding with satisfaction.

Today, Fu Mo is wearing the sailor suit that Wei Qingyang bought for her, a thin layer of fabric wrapped around Fu Tao's slightly thin body, coupled with her pale face, it is a little weak and sickly beautiful.

"But I didn't wear a skirt at school..."The client's regular clothes are basically ordinary long-sleeved trousers, not to mention skirts, even shorts are hard to have.

Even though the clothes were very well-behaved and cute, Fu Wei still pretended to be tangled and asked Wei Qingyang aggrievedly.

"Then you should treat this as the first time," Wei Qingyang measured the data, and now he was in a hurry to dress her, and he only listened to Fu Wei's hesitation, and didn't pay much attention to it.

Oh, man.

Fu Mo watched coldly as Wei Qing walked out with his mobile phone without looking back, his whole face was completely black.

[Wei Qingyang is too good to you now, I feel like you're halfway done.] ]

1973 couldn't help but sigh, now that Wei Qingyang is holding Fu Mo in his hand, he will send Fu Mo a small glass jar to save it, presumably he will feel distressed if Fu Mo works hard for him in the future, and he will never allow it.

"You think too much, he just treats me like a Barbie doll now, in case one day I get tired of it, I still have to be the same as the client." Fu Wei saw it thoroughly.

Wei Qingyang's kindness to her is not the kind of liking for her sister at all, but the liking for toys. This kind of liking is short and cheap, and it doesn't reassure him, she can only take advantage of this time that Wei Qingyang is still enough to spoil her, and he can live well without her help.

Otherwise, the result will be the same.

Fu Wei went to school in a sailor suit, and unsurprisingly received a lot of amazing eyes.

The client's appearance was already good, and in the past, her appearance was only sealed because of her dress, but now she has been picked up by Wei Qingyang, and she is like a dusty pearl without dust and shining.

The eyes of the people in the class were still pouring here, Wei Qingyang snorted lightly, and he couldn't tell whether he was regretful or dissatisfied in his tone, "I would have known that I wouldn't have let you dress like this." ”

Wei Qingyang and Fu Wei have always been at the same table from elementary school to high school at the request of Wei's mother. Now Wei Qingyang muttered quietly, and the words he said naturally did not hide from Fu Wei's ears.

She deliberately leaned close to Wei Qingyang and asked him in a low voice, "What is my brother talking about?" ”

"I said, they really don't know anything, why are they all looking at you," Wei Qingyang glanced over there and complained.

"Brother, are you jealous?" Fu Wei still had the same expression just now, his eyes staring at Wei Qingyang's pupils, and his face was printed on the small circle.

Wei Qingyang didn't speak, Fu Mo is like this because of him, and he is jealous because of it, so wouldn't his image of being tall (bg) big (bu) in Fu Tao's heart be shattered into scum?

Fu Wei tugged at his sleeve and teased him, "Brother, don't be jealous, otherwise you will be jealous for your own reasons, and it will be really embarrassing." ”

"You..."

When the class bell rang, Wei Qingyang stopped his mouth in dissatisfaction.

The life of the third year of high school is tense and boring, even if Fu Wei's dress today is eye-catching, but it is only a bright one. After the first class, the eyes of the class never looked at this place again.

Even if there were, that sight came from Fu Wei's right hand, from the man Wei Qingyang.

I don't know if what Fu Mo said just now hit his self-esteem, he is still cocking his mouth, glancing at Fu Tao from time to time, waiting for her to coax.

It's just that things didn't go his way.

Fu Wei did not forget the task of the client who wanted to take the university entrance examination, he didn't listen to the lectures in class, and even after class, he was facing the desk with his whole face, and he was working hard against the pile of test papers and textbooks above.

"Bang," is the sound of the desk chair falling back against the desk behind it.

Wei Qingyang was still arrogantly waiting for Fu Tao to come over and coax, he lay on the table, leaving only the back of Fu Tao's head, and it was obvious that he would coax me with two words.

It's just that she waited for a long time, and she didn't wait for the sound of Fu Wei speaking, and even the friction sound of the pen writing and drawing in the textbook had disappeared.

He quietly raised his arm, glanced at the gap with his eyes, and dropped it quickly.

What did he see just now... Wei Qingyang glanced at it again.

This time, he could see clearly, the seat on the left, there was no one at all! So what is he doing carefully?

Wei Qingyang raised his head directly, moved his numb hand that was pressed by him, and looked around looking for Fu Wei's figure.

In the end, he found the thin figure he was familiar with in the seat of Pang Bin, the famous "flirtatious machine" in the class. He could only see the backs of the two of them from this angle.

Their heads were almost close together, and Fu Wei's head was still moving from time to time, and the relationship was not bad at first glance.

Wei Qingyang looked away, complaining.

Scumbag, wear my clothes to find another man.

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