Professor he started chasing stars

Chapter 92 Birthday

Fu Shengyu was stunned for a moment.

"Yeah, I knew it when it was operated on, didn't you know?"

"You didn't tell me!"

Fu Jinyan blushed with shame.

So he applied medicine to the small pimples of the old orange head three times a day. If the old orange head could speak, he would scold people.

Fu Jinyan can no longer look directly at Old Jutou.

And he still can't accept it for a while, that old orange head who walks like a grandfather with his figure-shaped legs is a female cat.

"How can there be a female cat who looks...indescribable?"

Fu Shengyu reminded him: "Keep your voice down, lest it hear you."

Fu Jinyan glanced at Old Jutou through the transparent cover.

The plump body looks very crowded in the flight bag, and it looks at Fu Jinyan with its bulging cheeks.

The eyes are big and big, but it is always drooping and listless, and there is a dismissive look in the eyes that "everyone here is rubbish".

"Is it normal for a female cat to weigh fifteen catties?" Fu Jinyan was worried.

Fu Shengyu: "Haven't you heard of it? Nine out of ten orange cats are fat, and one overwhelms Kang."

"Ugh……"

Fu Jinyan sighed.

Fu Shengyu thought about it for a while and said: "We shouldn't have given it this name at the time. If it was kitty, yuki, kimi, etc., would it have a different style of painting now? His classmate said that the name is very important, He chose fortune-telling and feng shui."

"Let's dress up." Fu Jinyan's idea is more reliable, "I'll buy her some pink skirts, bows and so on online."

"Okay." Fu Shengyu added, "Remember to buy a plus size."

Fu Jinyan mentioned another matter: "Then... will you come back tomorrow?"

Tomorrow is Fu Jinyan's birthday.

"I'm going to record a variety show tomorrow."

After Fu Shengyu answered, the little expectation in Fu Jinyan's eyes obviously dimmed.

"Well, then you behave well."

"I've already booked a plane ticket for the evening, and I'll try to get back as soon as possible," Fu Shengyu said.

Fu Jinyan smiled and said, "Okay."

The next day, Fu Jinyan tore off a piece of calendar paper and came to December 12th.

Fu Jinyan was excited like never before because of his birthday, because Fu Shengyu said that he would try to come back as soon as possible.

Even if it is 50.00% possible, it is enough for Fu Jinyan to be [-]% happy.

So he went to the supermarket in the morning and bought the freshest ingredients of the day, including Fu Shengyu's favorite turbot. He was going to make a big dinner.

My aunt called Fu Jinyan at three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Yanyan, shall we go home for dinner today?"

Fu Jinyan had no choice but to refuse: "I'm sorry, auntie, I may not go back, I have something to deal with."

"I have something to do..." Auntie's tone was very ambiguous, "Is it an appointment? A girl? Is it the doctor I introduced to you last time?"

"Uh, no." Fu Jinyan answered bravely, "It's a boy."

"Boy." Auntie's excitement level dropped, "But it's a good thing if you are willing to go out and meet friends, and have fun with them."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Jinyan hissed.

Then I went to the kitchen to process the ingredients, and communicated with Fu Shengyu a few times on the way.

[The only honest person on the whole network: I rehearsed again in the morning and started recording in the afternoon. 】

[The only honest person in the whole network: It's not going well, it's annoying. 】

[The only honest person on the whole network: [Video] is endless. 】

[Fu Jinyan: Concentrate on recording the show. 】

Fu Jinyan waited from three o'clock to four o'clock, and then from four o'clock to six o'clock.

He walked around the kitchen and dining room, thinking about whether to cook first, but the food was cold when Fu Shengyu came back, so let's wait.

Fu Jinyan couldn't help but send a message to Fu Shengyu.

[Fu Jinyan: Can I come back? 】

Fu Shengyu didn't return until half an hour later.

[The only honest person on the whole network: Definitely. 】

Fu Jinyan was lying on the dining table, staring at the motionless mobile phone, and the hands of the clock on the wall turned round and round.

Old Jutou jumped onto his lap, ready to lie down and sleep as usual, but Fu Jinyan put Lao Jutou on the chair next to him, considering whether the man and woman would kiss or not.

Until eight o'clock, the mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly, and Fu Jinyan answered it right away.

"Brother Yan, I'm done recording, now go back and get your things to go to the airport, wait for me."

Fu Shengyu panted, sounding hasty.

"Be careful on the road, it doesn't matter if it's too late."

"it is good."

Fu Jinyan's joy was all written on his face, he lifted the old orange head and kissed it, and put on the kitchen apron.

He had just cooked rice when someone rang the doorbell.

Fu Jinyan looked through the cat's eyes, and it was empty outside.

Should it be the neighborhood kids making trouble?

But there are not many children in this building.

Fu Jinyan returned to the kitchen, and the doorbell rang again. This time, he still couldn't see anyone. A flash of light flashed in his mind. Fu Shengyu did the kind of thing of presenting flowers on Labor Day. WeChat.

[Fu Jinyan: Are you acting like a moth again? 】

No response, probably yes.

[Fu Jinyan: I have already seen through you, don't pretend, come out quickly. 】

After a while, Fu Shengyu didn't jump out of the door suddenly, Fu Jinyan simply called him, but no one answered the bell many times.

This made Fu Jinyan more confident.

He simply held the doorknob, and when the doorbell rang again, he quickly opened the door.

It wasn't Fu Shengyu standing outside the door, but three strange men.

"You are……?"

The three of them couldn't help but walk straight into the house. Fu Jinyan felt bad, and it was too late when he wanted to close the door, so they squeezed in and locked the door instead.

The leader was a short-cut man with a cigarette in his mouth. He took the last puff and threw the cigarette butt on the wooden floor.

"Professor Fu Jinyan, right?" The inch-cut man sat down at the dining table, "Are you cooking? Then we came at the right time, and my brothers are still hungry."

Fu Jinyan touched the phone in his pocket.

The inch-cut man lit another cigarette: "You know about your father's debts, right?"

Fu Jinyan already guessed that they came because of Fu Jiaqi.

"If you owe a debt and pay back the money, it's only natural for the father to pay the debt, right?"

Fu Jinyan frowned and said: "There is no such provision in the law. It is already illegal for you to break into a private house. If Fu Jiaqi does not repay the loan, you can go to the court to file a lawsuit."

The inch-cut man laughed absurdly, his teeth black and yellow.

"I don't know if the law is illegal, we are legally blind." The inch-cut man said, "Don't be so naive, can you, little professor? Of course the money owed illegally should be paid back illegally... Have you never heard of usury?"

"I heard."

But no contact.

Fu Jinyan knew that this was an organization that was outside the law.

The inch-cut man spit out a smoke ring: "Don't be nervous, we are asking for money, but we dare not kill for money."

Fu Jinyan said flatly, "Go to the prison and find him."

The inch-cut man's smile subsided, and his two horizontal eyebrows showed a fierce look.

"I just couldn't find this son of a bitch, so I managed to find you!" the inch-cut man roared, "I want money!"

Fu Jinyan tried to press the password in his pocket to unlock it based on his habit of using his mobile phone, but his password number was relatively long and he failed several times.

"I have no money for you."

"You are already a professor, so it shouldn't be a problem to spend a million dollars?"

The inch-cut man stood up, walked up to Fu Jinyan, and patted him on the shoulder.

Fu Jinyan's heart was beating wildly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He felt disgusted and resisted, and the fear that he had finally overcome came back under artificial stimulation.

With trembling fingers, he finally unlocked the lock screen.

It was not difficult to find Fu Shengyu's phone number, because he was the only one in the recent contact list.

However, tens of seconds passed.

The call failed.

Yes no answer.

When he wanted to call again, the short-haired man grabbed his hand and took the phone out of his pocket.

"You want to call the police? You don't want to play like this."

Snapped--

The phone fell straight to the ground and the screen shattered.

Fu Jinyan knelt down and picked up the phone, the screen was already black.

This is a gift Fu Shengyu bought for him.

"Get up." The inch-headed man ordered him, "There are rules in our business, and the total is only 84 yuan with interest. You pay back the money for your father, and we will never come to you again."

"I do not have."

Fu Jinyan always had only this sentence.

His money...will be used to buy a scooter for Fu Shengyu, prepare a house for the two of them, and set up a home in Haicheng.

"No, right? Very good."

The inch-cropped man wandered around the living room casually, and moved a vase with one finger. The vase shattered into glass shards, and the fake rose bouquet inside lay dry on the ground.

The inch-cut man turned his head and asked, "Is there any?"

"No."

The next thing to suffer was the chess box, then the small fish tank, and then the entire bookshelf. Every time something was dropped, the inch-cut man would ask him repeatedly.

Fu Jinyan was trembling all over, he just said: "No."

"These things are worthless, of course you are stubborn, we are not robbing, you should take it out yourself?"

The inch-cut man took Fu Jinyan's hand and squeezed it.

"This hand is white and tender. It looks like the hand of a scholar. It doesn't look like our old man at all. It's really different. It's not easy for us to make some money..."

When he said this, he held a cigarette in his right hand, took a sharp puff, and then spit it on Fu Jinyan's face.

"Tell me the truth, do you have any money to pay back?"

"No."

"You are embarrassing me..."

The inch-cut man was crying, and then the red cigarette butt landed on the back of Fu Jinyan's hand.

Fu Jinyan snorted, and wanted to pull out his hand, but he clamped it tightly. He pressed the cigarette butt against Fu Jinyan's skin even harder, making a slight scorching sound.

When Fu Jinyan was let go, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he was shaking violently. He squatted down, whimpering, but his movements were strange, his hands moved unconsciously, and he even beat himself.

The inch-headed man's subordinates were the first to discover his anomaly.

"Brother, is he not sick?"

The inch-cut man also noticed it, but he was more suspicious.

"Don't fucking pretend to me! Get up!"

They arrested Fu Jinyan and saw that his eyes were full of fear, cowering and dodging.

"*, a mental illness, what a fucking bad luck."