He came with great glory

Chapter 62
Outside the school, Shen Liguang stared at the school gate. It was going to be late for self-study at this time, and sometimes she and a few classmates would go to the snack street to eat, but this time, she was not seen.

Wu Xiaowu drove the car in front of him and stopped, urging: "Boss, what are you looking at?"

Shen Liguang put away the card issuer and got into the car.

The co-pilot sat Qian Zheng, and asked casually, "Boss, you've been a little weird lately. You always stare at the issuing card. Is the issuing card a treasure?"

"Yes, I'm still staring at his high school. Boss, is the issuance card in your hand belonged to a female student?"

Shen Liguang didn't speak and ignored the two of them.

Qian Zheng got excited: "I think the boss fell in love with some younger sister when he came to the school for a fire drill last time? Tsk tsk tsk, that's a real beast."

"I said it last time, maybe I fell in love with a female teacher." Wu Xiaowu continued, "I hope that the boss will date a political teacher and give Qian Zheng a political class."

"While playing, you have the nerve to talk about me, where is your online dating girlfriend?"

Wu Xiaowu's expression was unnatural: "Why, you are not allowed to break up normally?"

Qian Zheng sneered: "A normal breakup, I think it's your unilateral fantasy."

Shen Liguang frowned, raised his leg and kicked the front row: "Drive well."

Qian Zheng and Wu Xiaowu shut their mouths resentfully.

The third year of senior high school began the college entrance examination, and it was forbidden to honk the horn and travel in silence. They happened to be on vacation that day.

Fu Ying originally wanted to go to Wen Tian for tutoring, but she didn't expect him to come to her home.

When Fu Ying went downstairs, Wen Tianzheng was sitting properly, while the two parents were drinking tea and chatting.

Seeing her tenderly, she waved to her with a smile on her face: "little cute thing, come here."

Although she didn't come into contact with Wen Tian's mother often, Fu Ying felt that this aunt was too enthusiastic, and she was too enthusiastic to resist.

Fu Ying knew very well that the past would be ravaged, so she walked slowly.

Warmly pulled her to sit down, hugged her in her arms, rubbed her face, with a look of surprise: "it's too soft, just like Xiuxiu, too soft."

Fu Ying was so ravaged that she opened her mouth and couldn't speak, she could only look at Fu Mingchuan for help.

Fu Mingchuan expressed powerlessness, avoided his eyes, and drank his tea with his head down.

On the side, Wen Tian was embarrassed by the warmth and enthusiasm: "Mom, why are you pinching his face again?"

Wen Qing ignored Wen Tian, ​​held Fu Ying's face with both hands, and kissed from left to right: "When I was young, that's how I rubbed your mother's face."

Fu Ying managed to get out of the clutches of the demon, her little face was reddened by rubbing.

Wen Tian frowned: "Mom, can you restrain yourself a bit in the future?"

Fu Ying didn't feel disgusted, but she couldn't stand the aunt's enthusiasm.

"Hello, Auntie." Fu Ying greeted politely, then sat down beside Fu Mingchuan.

Warmth likes girls. If she has a daughter, she will dress her up beautifully every day.

Unfortunately, she gave birth to a boy.

"Yingying, your mother and I have known each other since we were young. At that time, your mother was also like you. She looked so soft."

Fu Ying had no impression of her mother, so she nodded hesitantly.

You can see Fu Ying's impression of her mother tenderly, and she can't help but sigh: "I'm afraid you have already forgotten what your mother looks like."

Fu Mingchuan had a slight sadness on his face: "Yingying was still young when Xiuxiu passed away."

"Poor kid too."

"Fortunately, Yingying is not soft-tempered."

Fu Mingchuan chatted with Wen Qing a lot, feeling the past.

The two children study in the upstairs study.

In the evening, when the sun went down, the warmth left with Wen Tian.

Fu Mingchuan was suddenly depressed and locked himself in the study to look through the photos left by his dead wife.

Fu Ying was holding the snack that Mama Wu had just made, and stood at the door, hesitating whether to disturb her.

"What are you doing standing here?"

Fu Yan came back and went upstairs while whistling.

I saw her standing in a daze at the door of the study, like a penguin.

Before Fu Ying could speak, he walked over in a dawdly manner, pinched a small snack from the plate in her hand, and opened his mouth with a word that hurt feelings.

"Borrow some money."

"..."

"Brother, talking about money hurts feelings."

"Talking about feelings hurts money."

Fu Ying frowned, her small face was stubborn, and she never bowed her head to evil forces: "I have no money."

"The pocket money that Dad gives you every day is several times that of mine, don't you think so?"

Fu Ying sniffed and said, "The flowers are over."

"Then give me your pocket money for tomorrow."

Fu Ying's eyes turned red: "No, I'm useful."

"Lend it to me first, and I'll return it to you when you need it."

"Are you reliable in speaking?"

Fu Yan frowned: "Why? Don't you believe me?"

Fu Ying shook her head sincerely: "I don't believe it."

"I have credit. If you lend it to me, I will guarantee it back."

Fu Ying blinked her eyes, and asked seriously: "Brother, do you believe what you say?"

"." Fu Yan said "tsk", "How did you become a younger sister? My brother has no money, can I borrow some money from you? It's not that I don't want to pay it back, I'm stingy."

"No." Fu Ying passed Fu Yan and entered the bedroom.

Fu Yan frowned: "Okay, I'm kind, Fu Ying."

She entered the room and locked the door, sat in front of the desk, took a small snack and put it in her mouth, and took out her mobile phone from her schoolbag.

I logged into the trumpet and found Shen Liguang's QQ account to strike up a conversation. My fingers lingered on the send button for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to send a message to the other party, only to find that the notification on it had been blocked.

Fu Ying stared at the red exclamation mark but didn't react, and was stunned for a long time.

I haven't chatted with this QQ since I added it, and it was blocked in the end.

Fu Ying felt frustrated and lay sick on the bed.

Qibao beside her was rubbing against her, it was fluffy, making her itchy, and her immortal heart was aroused again.

Picking up the phone, I went to check the person's WeChat Moments, only to find that he had posted it in Moments, just a picture without text.

Fu Ying looked left and right, zoomed in on the picture, and zoomed out. She wanted to see a flower in a picture.

When she exited the picture, she saw that her elder brother had left a message below: The night is long and the mindless sleep?

Shen Liguang: A little bit.

Fu Yi: I'm downstairs with you, bringing barbecue and beer.

Shen Liguang: Back to the team tomorrow, no drinking.

Fu Yi: Would you like to have some barbecue at the head office?
Shen Liguang: Yes.

Fu Yi: Then you opened the door for me!

Shen Liguang:
Fu Ying felt that her smile was a bit low, and she couldn't help but laugh just watching him chatting with her elder brother, as if he had left a strong mark in her life again.

Fu Ying crawled on the bed, stroking Qibao.

Qibao meowed.

That night, the girl said something to Qibao that made people's mind run wild.

"Tell you something shy, I...I really want to be his cat and rub into his arms."

The night was long, and the girl fell asleep with something on her mind, and had a lingering dream.

The star knows, the moon knows.

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