The First Bully is a Girl: Boy, Are You Dating?

"...What are you doing? Let go!"

What is the style of pulling and pulling?

Lord, I don't want to be ashamed, it's like mentioning a little chick, it's very unpleasant to stop the Lord so easily! !

Father Chu glanced at his little wolf cub, who was quick to shoot and quick to withdraw, but rolled his eyes to the sky, his voice low and slow.

"What's up with being shot in the head?"

Uh--

The expressions of the Qin brothers were stiff, and they didn't know how to explain it for a while. When such a big thing happened in the relationship, this person didn't even mention it to the adults in the family?

Chu Jungu, who stepped aside and was arranging his collar, heard this, but showed a smile that was very incomprehensible to Father Chu.

Father Chu frowned, the pressure on his body dropped, and his low and slow voice became a degree colder.

"Say!"

The Chu brothers reflexively stood at attention and saluted.

"Report to the head! It's because—"

After listening to Qin Liheng's report, Father Chu's expression did not change, but his deep and dark eyes were much deeper. He turned his head to look at the young man who was taking care of his own clothes, and pursed his lips.

"Why don't you say it?"

Say?

"Say what?"

After hearing this, Chu Jungu, who had sorted out his clothes, blinked and looked at Father Chu, as if he didn't understand what he was trying to convey.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

Chu Jungu couldn't help laughing at Father Chu's words, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and walked towards the elevator entrance, saying as he walked:

"Why should I tell you? It's just my own business. My short (long) short (long) ten (three) five (ten) years of life experience told me that I have to find my place by myself. If you can't find it, it's because you are too useless, so you hold it back, and you can find it again when you have the ability, that's all."

"Chu Jungu, I am your father, and there is a family behind you."

Father Chu's voice passed into Chu Jungu's ears.

But she just smiled and replied with a smile:

"Yes, I know you are my father, but so what, after all, it's just a father, isn't it? As for home?"

She paused and stopped at the corner of the elevator, half facing Father Chu and half facing the corner.

On Father Chu's side, there is the ward behind him, and the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him.

On the corner, there is another triangular corridor without floor-to-ceiling windows. It is deep and silent. It is obviously daytime, but it is still cold and biting, like a road of no return to darkness.

At this time, Chu Jungu stood at the mouth of the gorge, took a step from left to right, turned his head slightly, looked at Father Chu, who had obscure eyes, and bent his eyes.

"I don't have a home, and I never will."

If I have a family, why did you treat me so indifferently when I was exposed by drugs? Don't give me a chance to speak at all, don't listen to any of my explanations, just pack me up and send me away?

If I have a family and a miserable life for the first thirteen years, why don't you ask? Don't ask me if it hurts? Don't ask me if I'm afraid? Don't tell me this is your home in the future, you can play and act like a spoiled child at will?

If I had a home, why did my mother not stretch out her arms to give me a hug the first time she saw me, but said: You shouldn't come back.

If I had a home, why would you look at me that way?

If I have a home, when I work hard and learn all kinds of abilities to come back, what I wait for is not warmth, but indifference?

If I have a family, why don't you praise me when I have proven myself time and time again, telling you that I am not weak or cowardly, worthy of the Chu family's surname and can make your faces bright?