"Who said you are an outsider?"

"I said it myself."

"Outsiders who would rather endure the pain in their feet than help the sixth shift run to get the ranking?"

Wen Yu was stunned.

Fu Yuhan looked at him with a wrong black eyes: "That day... Later I saw it, you took the Yunnan Baiyao in my bag and wiped it. I don't know what the specific situation of your feet is, but this is indeed a sacrifice, right?"

"Wen Yu," he paused a little, as if thinking, "Why are you just unwilling to be honest? Are you tired of doing this?"

Wen Yu's eyes flashed.

As soon as he got up, there was a little tiredness in the corner of his eyes, but he was quickly awakened by a question from Fu Yuhan.

He glanced at him with a slightly cold look and stayed on Fu Yuhan's face for a long time.

"Have I ever told you that you are the first person to ask me if I'm tired?" After a while, he whispered, "Fu Yuhan, I'll give you something to you--it's better to care about Yang Fan than to have the energy, and don't ask about your love rival all day long."

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows: "Do you make sense or not, just allow you to inquire about me?"

"Don't you not answer?" Wen Yu asked back.

"What's the same? You are asking for it, I'm Guan--" Fu Yuhan got stuck.

"Um?"

"Forget it, it's nothing." Fu Yuhan frowned and curled his lips, "They just asked me to pull you, do you love to retreat."

He lowered his head and pulled Wen Yu into the group chat, and then threw away his phone regardless of the reaction in the group.

The hot water boiled very quickly, and the switch automatically turned off with a "bang". Fu Yuhan rushed the water into the thermos, found a cup to wash it, and poured himself a cup of hot water.

On heavy rainy days, a cup of hot water refreshed his heart and saved his secretly aching throat.

Wen Yu ran to wash up halfway, and when he came back, he couldn't help laughing: "This seems to be my home, why are you so skilled?"

"Didn't you let me defecate?" Fu Yuhan looked at him and asked, "What should I eat for lunch?"

He said that he was about to touch his cell phone, and Wen Yu interrupted: "Didn't the fourth brother give you money yet?"

"Well, he just called me to tell me about this and said he would ask for money from Yongrong today."

"Then use mine." Wen Yu took out his phone, unlocked it and threw it to him, "Don't pay."

“…I can’t always eat yours.”

"I've sent you a chance to treat me."

"Then you might as well look at Xu Qianyi. She is waiting to treat us to dinner until she is eager to see you."

Fu Yuhan said nothing but said that, but he did not refuse Wen Yu's phone and lowered his head to open the takeaway software.

"But I don't want to eat hers." Wen Yu said, "I just want to eat yours."

Fu Yuhan snorted lightly: "Scholar."

"Hold on it." Wen Yu said.

It's strange that as a new boy in the 21st century, Wen Yu lived alone without any entertainment equipment - no trace of computers or TV. Fu Yuhan ordered the takeaway and returned the phone to him, and suddenly felt a sense of embarrassment.

The heavy rain blocked people's steps, and they were temporarily locked in this small space, but there was nothing to do.

Wen Yu seemed to have not noticed this, lowered his head and typed at the phone, and said without raising his head: "Did you boil water? Pour me a cup."

"...Don't you have any hands?" Fu Yuhan went to the cabinet speechlessly to find a cup.

"I'm confirming the test results, I suggest you take a better attitude towards me."

"Yes, yes," Fu Yu put the washed cup on the counter with a cold face and poured water on it, "Thank you Brother Yu for being fair for me, Brother Yu, you drink water."

Wen Yu picked up the water cup and left, his eyes still falling on the screen of his phone.

Fu Yuhan: “…”

He reached out to stop him: "I took the wrong one, that's what I drank..."

But Wen Yu drank too quickly, and before Fu Yu finished speaking, he had already taken a big sip.

The two were stunned at the same time.

Wen Yu picked up the cup and looked at it, and said softly: "Forget it."

I can only forget it, it was not a big deal.

It's like driving over the speed bump, and it's a little "knock" and it doesn't affect the progress.

Fu Yuhan had no choice but to take the newly poured water to drink, and he had nothing to say: "What's the result?"

"It's similar to what I thought." Wen Yu said while drinking water, "The police are waiting for the results. I'll send someone to send them later. You may need to go to the police station to make up the record."

"Um."

"But I have to give you a vaccination first." Wen Yu suddenly put down his cell phone, "The Yong family is very powerful. If he is detained, the family will definitely have to find a way to catch him. How to clean up when he goes home is his family's business, but I guess he won't be locked up in the detention center for long."

"It's good to teach him a lesson. No matter where the attempted case is left, I understand. However, Wen Yu--"

Fu Yuhan was a little hesitant.

"Um?"

"Will this matter be too troublesome to you?" Fu Yuhan raised his eyes, "I was thinking just now that your relationship with your family is not very good? But it's a graceful thing..." He frowned, "Don't..."

He thought to himself that if something happens one day and he has to beg He Yan for help, he will definitely vomit to death.

He didn't want this, and naturally he didn't want Wen Yu to speak to his family for him. In that case, he would owe too much favors - although he actually didn't know what Wen Yu's relationship with his family was.

Having said that, even if he really forced himself, with Wen Yu's personality, he might not be able to say it, just like after the relay race on the sports meet, he never complained about his feet hurting until the end.

Fu Yuhan wanted to say, "Don't sacrifice for me."

But it was so stingy between the two of them that he couldn't say it.

"What should I do?" Wen Yu curled his lips, as if he was intrigued, "Say it."

"...Don't do things you don't like." In the end, Fu Yuhan could only say vaguely.

"I'm happy, I'm very happy." Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and continued to lower his hair to send a message, "Don't you understand yet, Yongrong may just be interested in you at the beginning. I guess he changed his mind and drugged after I called - he wanted to step on me, would he want me to do nothing?"

Fu Yuhan was stunned. He really didn't expect this level.

But this makes sense, otherwise he wouldn't feel that his charm was so great that others had to drug it.

"You two have a grudge?" Fu Yuhan asked.

"It's not considered, but it's true that they don't like each other." Wen Yu paused, "His father and my father knew each other, and they inevitably met him when they were young, and there were always people who would compare him."

Fu Yuhan said "Oh": "Then it's normal for him to dislike you."

"..." Wen Yu was angry at him and raised his head, "You are looking for trouble, right?"

"That's the truth, who would like his antonym?"

"That's right." Wen Yu nodded, "I'm a bit shameless about saying this myself, but I do belong to 'other people's children'."

As for grace, he was a lawless person who had been playing in this city before he opened his own store.

"It's a funny thing to say." Wen Yu curled the corners of his lips and said, "One year his grandfather celebrated his birthday, my father took my mother to attend. Chengrong had never seen my mother before, and she teased her at the banquet."

Fu Yuhan: “…”

"That day was so messy. His grandfather was so angry that he said he wanted to discount his legs in public." Wen Yu was almost laughing to death.

"Which mother is yours?" Fu Yuhan asked.

The smile on the corner of Wen Yu's mouth suddenly stopped.

He stared at his phone, as if he was in a daze or thinking. It took him a long time to raise his eyes and glance at Fu Yuhan calmly.

"Of course it's a stepmother." He whispered, "If Chengrong dares to tease my mother, his grandfather doesn't need to do anything."

That year, Wen Yu was thirteen years old and didn't have to be responsible for anything.

The dangerous eyes flashed in Wen Yu's eyes, and he quickly adjusted his expression: "But this is not the point, I just want to say that he is really inappropriate. Two years ago, he started his own clothing business, and my dad praised him for finally figuring out." Wen Yu smiled contemptuously, "But I think he just can't change his shit."

"I'm not shit."

"Yeah," Wen Yu nodded, "You are not, I didn't say you, don't get me wrong."

"You are the ones who have misunderstandings." Fu Yuhan sighed, "I don't mean this way - I mean, although you don't seem to be very well-behaved, you won't do such a bottomless thing."

Wen Yu was stunned and raised his head.

He suddenly laughed: "I have lived for 18 years. For the first time, I heard someone say I'm not well-behaved."

"Since I didn't pretend to be in front of me at the beginning," Fu Yuhan said, "Stop talking nonsense."

"I want to pretend." Wen Yu lowered his eyes, as if he was recalling, "But the person who said I was fake as soon as he met was not you."

To be honest, it was a bit of an accident that day.

Wen Yu didn't think that he was smiling at all, but Fu Yuhan said confidently, "If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh."

I don't know where he saw it.
To be continued...