She told him about the change of dishes, and her tone was a little repentant.

Fu Wenzhou smiled when he heard this: "Little thing, you see, grandma is so happy." ”

"Really? What about your dad......

"Leave him alone."

His tone was too light, and he really didn't care.

Xu Xintong didn't know what to say for a while.

His relationship with his father doesn't seem to be very good. Think about it, the two people at the dinner table just now are more like partners and colleagues, where are they like father and son?

Xu Xintong didn't want to ask too much, so he skipped it as if he didn't understand.

"It's late, go to sleep." Fu Wenzhou said, raised his hand and turned off the light.

Xu Xintong hesitated for a while and still lay down.

After lying down, she found that the bed was a little narrow, and she turned over slightly on it and was next to Fu Wenzhou.

His body temperature was high, and she felt her hard abs at the touch of her hand.

Xu Xintong hurriedly stepped back: "I'm sorry!" ”

Fu Wenzhou didn't answer, and a low laugh came from his ears.

The flush on Xu Xintong's face has spread to the root of his ears, but fortunately, he can't see it in the dark.

She casually found the topic, trying to dispel the embarrassment: "Why is this bed so small?" ”

"It's not as big as the family, so let's just take it."

Will...... What?

Xu Xintong felt that this topic was not progressing right.

Fu Wenzhou stopped teasing her: "This is my previous bed, of course the single bed is not as big as the double bed." ”

Xu Xintong let out a "hmm", and he didn't know what to say.

It's really strange that two unfamiliar people sleep next to each other so closely.

She was a little stiff and motionless over there.

Fu Wenzhou was also a little embarrassed, but seeing her so embarrassed, he was not embarrassed: "If you can't sleep, I'll take you out to play." ”

"Huh?" Xu Xintong didn't react.

A few minutes later, she stood under the wooden ladder on the terrace in a daze, wrapped tightly.

Looking up, Fu Wenzhou stood on a high place, bent down and handed her hand: "Why are you stunned?" Come up. ”

Xu Xintong instinctively listened to his words and took his little hand into his palm.

The view from the rooftop is very good, condescending, with a view of the mountains.

In the distance is the scenery of Houhai, with many bars, and neon lights flickering in the dark night, but the lights are gradually dimming in the distance, which should be a residential area.

Xu Xintong has never been on the roof, especially this kind of sloping roof, which is somewhat restrained.

She grabbed the coat he had draped over her shoulders, and carefully pressed against him, her voice softening into water: "Fu Wenzhou, should we go down?" It's so high, if you fall down......"

She imagined that scene for a moment, and felt that it was too late to call 120 to rescue, and her legs and stomach began to tremble very uncontrollably.

He looked back at her amusedly, "Can you have a little bit of a good idea?" ”

Fu Wenzhou is a very indifferent person, to put it mildly, that is, cold-blooded.

Those inconsequential people and inconsequential memories, he generally rarely remembers.

But at this moment, he inexplicably remembered the little bean from many years ago - a little girl who always dragged her nose and tied two pigtails, with very white skin, big eyes, chubby, and arms like lotus roots.

She likes to eat sweets, and her mother often lied to her, saying that eating too many sweets would make her bald, so she would subconsciously touch her hair with her chubby little hands, firmly indicating that she would not eat it, saying, Hitomi should not be bald.

But this oath usually lasts less than two days.

The next time he saw her, she was still eating sweets, either clutching a marshmallow and licking it, or holding a bag of popcorn, and her little hands kept digging into it.

He had never seen a girl with such a sweet tooth.

The memory hidden deep in the heart was suddenly revealed, revealing a little sweetness buried in the depths of the past.

Caught off guard, incredible.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Xu Xintong couldn't help but look sideways.

Fu Wenzhou seemed to be thinking about something, his slender legs spread out casually, looking at the lights in the distance.

His expression was as calm as ever, but for some reason, Xu Xintong felt that he looked a little unspeakably lonely and lonely tonight.

It's hard for her to put into words how it felt.

It may be that the night blurred the boundary, Xu Xintong couldn't help but speak: "Your relationship with your father seems to be very ordinary?" ”

"How do you see that?" He looked back, did not answer the question, and his deep eyes were like a deep well.

But his tone is easy-going and elusive.

Xu Xintong looked at him secretly, and hesitated to speak: "Intuition." ”

"Intuition?"

She nodded firmly: "It's intuition." ”

Fu Wenzhou smiled, and took a moment: "The intuition of the little girl." ”

Xu Xintong felt that he was looking down on her, and said a little unhappily: "The little girl also has the right intuition!" It's like the big boss has things that he doesn't dare to confide in! ”

Fu Wenzhou was slightly stunned, and he didn't speak for a long time.

His straight gaze saw Xu Xintong's heart beating non-stop, and after realizing it, he also felt that he had made a mistake.

How did she have the guts?

She lowered her head, silently recited Amitabha Buddha in her heart, and whispered, "I'm a little sleepy, can I go back?" As he spoke, he was about to go back.

A long leg stretched out from the diagonal thorn, directly blocking her way.

Then Fu Wenzhou's cold and deep voice was: "Where are you going?" ”

Xu Xintong was about to cry, and folded his hands and said to forgive: "Boss Fu, Boss Fu, I was wrong!" I shouldn't be out of my mouth! ”

Fu Wenzhou patted the position next to him: "Sit down." ”

Xu Xintong didn't move.

"Xu Xintong." He repeated it faintly, in a very light tone, but unquestionable.

Xu Xintong's legs were weak, and he immediately sat down spinelessly.

The night breeze was a little cool, and she grabbed her coat. There seemed to be residual body temperature on Fu Wenzhou's coat, wrapping her warmly, giving people an indescribable sense of security.

However, there is a sense of oppression.

He's not the one who can make people feel comfortable in front of him.

Somehow, she remembered what the old butler had secretly told her during the day:

"Ah Zhou was lost when he was a child, and he grew up in a small town with his adoptive parents, and his adoptive parents were found only after they died in a car accident."

Xu Xintong was speechless for a long time.

She seemed to understand why Fu Wenzhou's relationship with his father was so cold.

It's not the kind of hostility to each other, or the kind of coldness that doesn't fit in.

Like two strangers.

Fu Wenzhou has a tough personality and is unwilling to be subservient to others, his father ...... seems to be this kind of person, and when the two communicate, there is a faint hint of wit, and there are even signs of-for-tat.

If you live together since childhood, it will be diluted and eased by the natural relationship between father and son, but there is a sense of strangeness between the two of them for more than ten years.

On the contrary, this contradiction has been exacerbated.

She can also understand why Fu Wenzhou feels so contradictory, both easy-going and polite, but also a sense of indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Maybe he is invincible in the mall, but emotionally, he doesn't seem to be a wealthy person.

Xu Xintong kicked his feet, it is really a scripture that is difficult to read.

Chapter 7: Not very familiar

Ms. Xu Mumei visited Beijing three days later.

Originally, I said that I would come over next month, but I didn't expect to suddenly kill them by surprise.

Xu Xintong got up from the bed in a panic after receiving the call in the morning and changed clothes.

Because she was in too much of a hurry, when she ran to the door, she accidentally stepped on the mop of the housekeeping aunt mopping the floor, and she fell and gnawed on the mud.

The housekeeping aunt didn't have time to help her, and a bucket of dirty water had already poured her head and face.

Xu Xintong sat on the ground in a daze, frustrated that he didn't want to get up at all.

She looked down at the new clothes she had just put on, and her nose was sour like dried mustard.

"You go take a bath first, and I'll entertain Mom." Fu Wenzhou coughed, trying not to look at her embarrassment.

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Xu Xintong's mother, Xu Mumei, is nearly fifty years old, wearing a rose-red coat with a peacock blue sleeveless turtleneck sweater, short feminine curly hair, and two large plump pearls on her ears. She has white skin, and her figure is not out of shape at this age, with a bee waist and long legs, and an extraordinary temperament.

Such an eye-catching and slightly exaggerated dress, not only does not have the slightest sense of gaudy and vulgarity when worn on her, but is particularly bright and moving, looking forward to brilliance, like the noble lady in the New Year's painting of the Republic of China.

Xu Xintong looked down at his extremely average figure, and took a sip of milk tea indignantly.

"Hitomi, why are you drinking milk tea again? Didn't you say you want to lose weight? Xu Mumei couldn't help but say her when she saw it.

"Sugar-free." Xu Xintong raised his voice.

"Sugar-free also has a lot of calories. Do you think drinking too much of this roadside milk tea is good for the body? Ms. Xu Mumei raised her eyebrows lightly. The tone is kind, folding his legs gracefully, and when his gaze sweeps, he doesn't smile.