"Yu Sheng is back?"

Fu Song wanted to hold Yu Sheng's head and kiss him hard. For the first time, he found that this kid was actually a little handsome than him, well, just a little bit.

Yu Sheng quickly closed the door, took off his military coat and hung it behind the door, rubbed his ears and scolded him, and saw Fu Song's white flour in one hand, and said in surprise: "Director Fu, why did you start by yourself? You can still make dumplings? Ah, you have finished making them? If you knew I would have run slowly, but I would have exhausted me."

Yu Sheng knew that Fu Song was visiting his house tonight, thinking that his sister might not be too busy to make dumplings by herself, so he rushed back after work. But when he entered the door, he found that the two of them had almost finished packing.

In front of Yu Sheng, the former young follower, Fu Song regained his spirit and laughed and said, "Don't you underestimate me?"

Yu Sheng quickly waved his hand and smiled, "It's nothing! Sister, is the water boiling?"

"No, you go and burn it."

"Okay."

...

After dinner, Fu Song sat for a while, then stood up and said goodbye.

"I'll give you a gift, wait for me, I'll go back to the house to change my clothes." Yu Xin turned around and went back to his room without waiting for Fu Song to agree.

Yu Sheng originally wanted to give Fu Song, but he took off his military coat, but Yu Xin gave him such a play.

He looked at Fu Song awkwardly, and Yu Sheng laughed and said, "Director Fu, it's not that I don't want to give you it, but my sister has spoken, look..."

Fu Song gently kicked him, "How are you learning recently? If your master complains to me, wait and see, I'll let you sweep pig manure!"

Yu Sheng was so scared that he didn't dare to talk nonsense. The person surnamed Fu could definitely do this. For the sake of his nose and stomach, he stood beside him like a quail and didn't dare to show up.

Seeing him standing there and not daring to move, Fu Song opened the door with a swagger, "Tell your sister, I'll leave first. By the way, thank you for today's dumplings. I'll treat her to dumplings if you have the chance in the future."

"Director Fu, my sister..." Before Yu Sheng could keep his words, he was frightened by Fu Song's glare and then scared back. He could only watch Fu Song close the door and leave.

When Yu Xin came out in a neat dress, she didn't see Fu Song, "Where is the person?"

Yu Sheng said with a pursed mouth: "The person has left long ago."

Yu Xin was so angry that she gritted her teeth: "Then why don't you stop me?"

Yu Sheng felt so wronged. I wanted to stop him, but he didn't have the courage to do so.

Seeing that his younger brother was silent, Yu Xin's mood suddenly became worse, "Why are you standing there? Go wash the dishes!"

"Oh, I'll go now." Yu Sheng obediently walked towards the kitchen, took a few steps and suddenly turned around and asked, "Sister, do you want Director Fu to be my brother-in-law?"

"Yu Sheng!" Yu Xin raised her eyebrows and pinched her waist and gritted her teeth, asking word by word: "What are you saying?"

Yu Sheng went into the kitchen, picked up the loofah and wiped the bowl one after another, "It's over, I must have fallen in love with someone named Fu."

Looking back at the living room, Yu Xin was not seen. He should have gone back to the room. Yu Sheng then boldly said to himself: "My wife surnamed Fu, I will die if I ask my sister to send you a gift, huh? You, a big man, can't take the initiative? My sister finally met you, but you stretched it. I asked you to stretch it and let you pretend. My sister is so beautiful, it's your blessing to be able to fall in love with you. If you stretch it, I rub you to death!"

With a muffled sound, the loofah flesh was rubbed by Yu Sheng...

When Yu Xin returned to the house, she threw herself on the bed, lifted the quilt and covered her head. She held her face in both hands in the quilt, feeling hot.

Yu Sheng, you little bastard, let you talk nonsense!

Fu Song, you big bastard, leave without saying goodbye. I hate you and will never pay attention to you again!

Forget it, I will forgive you this time...

...

For the next two days, Fu Song had been in the geography department office and did not work in the asset office anymore.

It's a new day. After one or two classes in the morning, Qu Tong walked into the office with a hot air. When he saw Fu Song was still there, he joked: "Secretary Fu, the sun has come out from the west recently? Why are you crowding with us in a small office every day? Don't you go to the school department to sit in your luxurious independent office?"

Several teachers in the same office laughed. The "luxury and independent office" has become a joke of Fu Song, and they often use it to joke about Fu Song.

"Teacher Qu, it's wrong for you to say that. I was born in the geography department, and I died in the geography department. Hehe, even if I become a principal in the future, I have to stay in the geography department." Fu Song had been dealing with Qu Tong for a long time, and had long figured out his character. He liked to argue with others and joked with others, but he could withstand others' jokes with him.

Qu Tongcai said with his hands behind his back: "Listen, everyone, you guys, Xiao Fu is starting to think about the principal's throne. Oh, it's still our Director Gu who is right. It's so good to be young and have a lot of energy."

Fu Song smiled and said, "Teacher Qu, when I become the principal, I will give you an official position."

"Get out!" Qu Tongcai laughed and scolded, "When you become the principal, I will be nailed into the coffin!"

"Ha ha……."

"Oh, it's quite lively."

Fu Song looked back and saw that it was Gu Yongguang who came.

The teachers all stood up to say hello, and Gu Yongguang reached out and signaled everyone to sit down, "This Saturday and Sunday, two invigilators will be given each time. If you have time, please discuss how to schedule the shift. If you have time, please report it to me. Well, Xiao Fu doesn't need to schedule it."

Fu Song didn't need to invigilate the exam anymore? Everyone's eyes turned to Fu Song in an instant.

Fu Song himself looked confused. He was thinking about giving advice to the students in the department during the weekend invigilator. It would be better to catch a few cheating students to use this to rectify the academic style.

I have been inactive as a director for many years, and I really miss the charm and glory of the past.

But Gu Yongguang's light words just now poked him out of the clouds. He felt so uncomfortable and unwilling to give up!

"Xiao Fu, come with me."

With the eyes of colleagues, Fu Song followed Gu Yongguang out of the office.

When he arrived in the corridor, Gu Yongguang handed Fu Song a book, "The latest issue of "Economic Research".

Fu Song took the magazine and said in a daze: "Director Gu, are you making a mistake? I didn't contribute any more."

Gu Yongguang snorted and said, "Look at the catalogue yourself, the second article."

Fu Song opened the catalog and found the title of the second paper, "Some issues about grain production reduction this year - Discussed with Comrade Fu Song."

Damn, what's going on?

Let’s look at the author of the paper, Xiao Zhumei!

Damn, you are really not a stinky girl with the surname Xiao!

Fu Song is so familiar with this title. What about "discussing with Comrade Fu Song"? Discussing your sister. This is purely a letter of war, and it is a public declaration of war on yourself in a journal published nationwide!
Chapter completed!