Chapter 997

"Are you pitying me?"

Yue WanChen stared at Fang Yuan and asked softly after a long time.

Fang Yuan would like to say no, and I also hope you can be my daughter-in-law. Although you are a little older, you are a familiar beauty after all, which makes people itch at a glance -- the old man doesn't often say that men and women fool around regardless of age?

But he couldn't say these words. Although these were facts, he finally nodded.

Yue WanChen smiled.

She was not angry, nor did she feel that her self-esteem had been trampled on. She was just glad that Fang Yuan could tell her the truth.

Although lies are beautiful and popular, they are false after all.

Whether Fang Yuan pitied her or was infatuated with her, as long as he could say this, it proved that he still cared about her in his heart.

"Thank you."

Yue WanChen thanked Fang Yuan for pitying her.

Fang Yuan shook his head: "you're welcome. This is what I should do."

"Then you will accompany me for the last seven days?"

"OK, that's it."

"Won't you delay anything else? You've been busy. "

"I'm just fooling around and seldom doing business."

Fang Yuan smiled and stopped talking.

"Do you want to ask me, who is the biological father of Mobei?"

Yue WanChen seems to see what Fang Yuan thinks.

Fang Yuan answered frankly, "yes... I remember that you said in the letter you left me that Mrs. Jiuyou told you that summer is not your daughter's father, no matter which daughter."

"My daughter's father asked in summer."

Yue WanChen's tone was very calm, but very firm.

Fang Yuan didn't understand: "normally, Mrs. Jiuyou won't lie to you..."

Yue WanChen interrupted him: "she didn't lie to me, but she didn't know. Summer asked is my daughter's husband."

Fang Yuan asked, "are there any positive reasons?"

"No."

Yue WanChen shook her head and said, "it's intuition. In this kind of thing, women's intuition is very accurate. And I think summer should ask more clearly than I do. Has he ever had a daughter with me? "

Fang Yuan knows that women's intuition is more accurate than men.

Therefore, he really doesn't need to waste a few brain cells on this issue.

"I have another intuition."

When Fang Yuan was wondering which new topic to start next (he needed to ask too many things), Yue WanChen mentioned intuition again.

"What intuition do you have?"

Fang Yuan wanted to make the atmosphere easier. He reached out and scraped Yue WanChen's nose. He smiled and said, "I now find that you have great potential to be a divine stick. Tell me about your intuition."

Yue WanChen said seriously, "the couple Fang Tianming you contacted last night are your biological parents."

The smile on Fang Yuan's face froze, and then returned to nature: "your intuition and the magical effect of distinguishing true from false for others?"

"In addition to intuition, I'm also good at observing words and expressions."

Yue WanChen seemed to feel that guangliuliu was lying on her body and talking about the disrespect of others' Lao Tzu. She got up, pulled on her pajamas and leaned against the head of the bed side by side with him.

When Fang Tianming and his wife looked at Yue WanChen, they expressed very different meanings.

When Fang Tianming looked at her, there was obvious pity and helplessness. This was the look that would show when he pitied her but couldn't help her too much.

When fan Yingying looked at her, she made no secret of her disgust: there was no hatred, only patience. It was unacceptable that she seduced Fang Yuan, but she had to endure for some reasons.

"If they were people who pretended to be your parents and were sent by your wife to deceive you, they wouldn't show these faces when they looked at me."

"If they were sent by Mrs. Jiuyou, what look should they show when they look at you?"

"It's like watching a low-level clown show."

Yue WanChen said, "at the very least, we have to threaten. Threaten that I must cooperate with them and deceive you together. I didn't find these, so I'm sure they should be your parents who have been missing for many years. Fang Yuan, in fact, I don't need to say more. I believe after you spent that time with them last night, you should also feel the unique feeling when your parents are with their children. "

"People can pretend, but the unique feeling between father and son and mother and son can't be performed even by actors with superb acting skills."

After Yue WanChen said so much at once, she asked, "do you think my analysis is right?"

"I, I don't know."

Fang Yuan was silent for a long time before he answered in a low voice.

He said he didn't know. In fact, he already believed Yue WanChen's analysis.

He just didn't want to admit that these were facts, just as he couldn't accept Fang Tianming and his wife's sudden appearance in front of him in this strange way.

"I'll make it convenient."

Yue WanChen knew that Fang Yuan had to calm down completely at this time in order to slowly digest what she said, so she found an excuse to get out of bed and pulled her plastic slippers out of the West Wing room.

Fang Yuan lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke. He watched the smoke curl up and slowly covered his face, as if he wanted to hide him in the fog.

If Fang Tianming and his wife are disguised by others, all doubts will be solved: there is no need to spend your brain in a scam. No matter how exquisite a scam is, it is just a lie lacking facts.

The problem is that according to Yue WanChen's analysis, Fang Yuan's own personal experience increasingly believes that the parents he got along with last night are the real Fang Tianming husband and wife.

But why did they arrange this? Mother and son, father and son met for the first time after more than ten years?

To this end, they did not hesitate to build the old city of King Tang in the Russian border forest far away from China, found a dog who couldn't tell the true from the false, and took great pains to marry him a daughter-in-law -- did they really think that Fang Yuan was a fool and didn't have any resolution?

With so many and so big flaws, even fools can see them. Why should they spend so much effort to come up with this set?

Fang Yuan doesn't understand.

When they don't know the trick, they have to continue to weave it. When they don't know the trick, they can only continue to weave it.

So, what is the ultimate reason?

Squeak -- the sound when the door was pushed open interrupted Fang Yuan's meditation.

A smell of wine that all drunkards couldn't bear floated into the surrounding nose, which made him instinctively smoke his nose. Subconsciously, he looked up and saw Yue WanChen coming in with a transmission plate.

She still wore the cotton pajamas with small white flowers and pulled the pink plastic slippers. The exposed half of her legs were white and pink, and her dark hair was tied by a red rope and draped over her left shoulder at will.

The little face without rubbing any powder looks fresh and clean, but the corners of the eyebrows and eyes hide the fatigue of fooling around with men in the middle of the night, which can also be called spring.

Steamed rice, fried egg, fried celery, two large bowls of white rice, and a bottle of Baijiu with only two or more points, two exquisite glass glasses.

Fang Yuan didn't think he had spent much time thinking about things, but Yue WanChen had done these in the kitchen.

"Eat first and then talk."

Yue WanChen put the tray on the bedside table, stretched out her hand, completely opened the curtain and pushed open the window: "go wash your face and brush your teeth. I'm ready for you -- at home, just the two of us."

"They're gone?"

Fang Yuan asked.

"They told me that when you came, they would only stay with you for one night."

Yue WanChen said, as soon as she was about to bring down the things in the transmission plate, Fang Yuan said, "go to the stone table outside."

"Why, do you think the smell in this room is bad?"

Yue WanChen looked at him with a teasing look in her eyes.

Fang Yuan ignored her, picked up his clothes, lifted his feet to the ground and didn't wear them, so he walked out.

Since Yue WanChen said there were only two of them at home, he didn't need to pay attention.

The north room was quiet, the yard was quiet, and there was no other sound outside -- except the sound of birds in the southeast corner of the old Tang Dynasty.

Yue WanChen is really a gentle and considerate person. She has already arranged a toothbrush for Fang Yuan, squeezed the toothpaste on it, poured clean water into the washbasin on the shelf next to her, and soaked a white towel.

When he took a cold bath, put on his clothes and walked out of the bathroom, Yue WanChen was already sitting at the stone table, holding a prose in both hands and putting it on the tip of his right foot on his left knee. The small slippers swayed around like a pendulum, quite leisurely and complacent.

Fang Yuan just sat down. Yue WanChen put down her book, picked up the wine bottle and poured the wine for him.

Only half a cup was poured, that is, about one or two.

Fang Yuan picked up the cup and asked, "so little? It's not enough to moisten your throat. "

"If you want to sleep in a daze again, I'll fill it up."

Yue WanChen replied.

Fang Yuan shook the cup and sniffed under his nose: "what's strange in here?"

Goats who drink half a kilogram of Baijiu can call him a "wine bag", which is enough to show that the amount of wine consumed is quite high.

But last night he only drank more than half a catty, so he was not drunk. He couldn't even remember being pushed back by Yue WanChen several times -- if there was no oddity in the wine, he wouldn't believe it even if he killed Fang Yuan.

Yue WanChen said, "this is wine. There is nothing strange. However, it's not the kind of wine you used to drink before, but it's brewed by special technology from Jiuyou world. It's amazing that ordinary people can drink two liang of nonsense without getting drunk. "

"Oh, so magical?"

Fang Yuan was a little surprised.

"There are too many magical things in Jiuyou world."

"Where have you been?"

"No."

"Then how do you know so much?"

"Your father told me."

Yue WanChen replied.

Fang Yuan stopped shaking the cup and looked up at her: "he told you he had been there?"

"Yes, but I didn't ask. I don't have a good impression of that place."

Yue WanChen brought the topic back to wine: "even if you drink more of this wine, you won't have alcoholism, but you have to sleep for a long time."

"A thousand days drunk?"

Fang Yuan smiled and took a sip of the cup.

He drank half a catty last night, but last night he didn't want to taste wine. He just had a dull mouthful, and then he was dizzy.

Now hit his mouth carefully. After a few times, he felt warm, just like the warm wind in early spring. With unspeakable comfort, he penetrated into his limbs and bones.

"Yes, the name of the wine is thousand days drunk."

Yue WanChen knew that she couldn't drink enough, so she didn't plan to drink with him. She picked up chopsticks and picked up an emerald celery. The neat and white shellfish teeth gently buttoned down, making a crisp click.