Both times, whether it was Fu Ci's parents or his parents, Fu Ci didn't want to let himself bear the blame of his elders.

Facing Qi Yan's gaze, Fu Ci moved his lips and said quite difficultly: "This is different, Qi Yan, uncles and aunts may be very angry."

Even hands-on.

It is not a happy thing that their son is kidnapped by their favorite juniors. On the contrary, Qi Yan's parents may be even more angry and feel that they have brought wolves into the house.

It is enough for him to bear it himself. It was originally a prayer for his abduction, and this is what he should bear.

But he shook his head prayingly, his tone was calm but firm, "Fuci, just like you worry about me, so am I."

He knew Fu Ci's concerns, and Fu Ci had been skinny since he was a child. His parents were so annoyed that they might really act regardless of their past friendship.

No, just because of friendship, the possibility of doing it is greater.

But with him, his parents may not be able to do it. He is not as healthy as Fuci. He was often sick when he was a child, and he got better when he grew up, but he was still weaker than ordinary people, otherwise he would not run for a walk. I just can't breathe, and it's more common to have a fever and a cold when the seasons change.

His parents are more concerned about this matter than he is, and will definitely be merciful.

This is also the reason why he took the initiative to expose it in front of his parents. As Fu Ci thought, he came by himself and didn't want the other party to suffer.

Qi Yan was hugged on his lap, wrapped around the other's neck, and leaned his head on his shoulder, "Fuci, I actually wanted to secretly confess to my parents behind your back, but now I don't want to."

Fu Ci's maintenance made him change his mind.

He raised his head and kissed Fuci's tense jaw, then took his hand, interlocking his fingers, acting earnestly and reverently,

"No matter how bad it is, we will face it together."

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Chapter 62

As the sun sets and the mountains fall, it is already afternoon before you know it.

Fu Ci went to the kitchen as usual to help Qi Yan's mother to cook, while Qi Yan was called by Qi Yongzhi to play chess.

The two placed their pieces, and Qi Yongzhi looked at the young face in front of him, who was already taller than him, and couldn't help but sigh, "You really have grown up."

No longer the baby he held in his arms when he was a child, nor the child who would pick up his homework and ask him questions after school, since high school, Qi Yan has been very independent and never needs him to worry about it.

Qi Yan had just put the last chess piece in position. Hearing this, he paused with his fingertips and looked up at his father, "Dad, even if I grow up, nothing will change."

Zhou Ning and Qi Yongzhi will always be his relatives.

When Qi Yongzhi heard this, he was a little stunned. He could hear the closeness in the tone of the prayer, which was not common.

He couldn't help turning his eyes to the kitchen. Fu Ci was helping Zhou Ning. He could vaguely hear the conversation coming from the kitchen. At first, only Fu Ci was talking. Gradually, Zhou Ning began to answer, and the atmosphere became more and more relaxed.

He didn't look at it, looked down at the game, his tone was slightly condensed: "Let's come a game."

This is a silent battlefield. Praying for the gentleness before the prayer, aggressive in the chess game, and saying a few jokes to Qi Yan on weekdays, but today it is a word without saying, frowning, as if will think about mind. It is completely on the chess game.

Praying his lips tightly, realizing something, no words, no attack, just trying to defend.

The chess game fell into anxiety for a while. You came and went to me. There were no more than half of the chess pieces, but no one could no one. Until Zhou Ning's voice broke the deadlock, "Don't get off, prepare for dinner."

Pi Yan immediately turned around to end the vegetables, and Qi Yongzhi looked at the end of the scene and silent.

In fact, he could pray several times to general, but he did not, but he silently guarded the most important chess chess in the center. There was not much offensive. The style was even a gentle swallow, but he was firm. Essence

Like, what attitude is to show him.

Qi Yongzhi snorted, disrupted the game, and went to wash his hands to eat.

On the dinner table, Fu Ci sold his new dishes to everyone, and also told the interesting parents when he was in college. He also shook the prayers several times. Laugh.

Praying is to eat quietly, watching the dishes that were paid in the bowl, and the coming people did not refuse. After eating all, the meal also took a few words in the meal. The atmosphere looked very warm and harmonious. Essence

But this atmosphere was silent after meals.

After eating, the family was sitting on the sofa of the living room, and there was a TV series that was now on fire. The noise was lively, but no one watched it. Silence.

Fu Ci opened his lips, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

As early as cooking, he felt that his mother seemed to have something, and he was absent -minded to talk to him. He didn't even want to talk to him.

This has never happened before. Even the third year of high school he had just lived in the praying family, and the attitude of praying for his mother was more natural than now.

The father who prayed was the same. Sometimes he felt that the other person's eyes fell on himself, no longer the love of the past, but more picky and reviewing.

Fu Yu was deeply sinking, and also accepted the usual laughter, thinking for a moment, organized a language in the bottom of his heart, but was held his hand by praying.