There was a certain degree of prudence in her tone and solemnity in her expression.
She doesn't want any problems between her and Fu Tingyuan because of Yan Bing's words.
"Well That's good... " Yan Bing stares at her, tone is very light, "you look like your mother."
When Luo Nan first knew his life experience, he went to see LAN Jiayu's film. The woman who was famous in the movie world but died young was full of charm in Yan Bing's camera.
However, because childhood happiness does not lack maternal love, for her, LAN Jiayu is just a woman in the film, without any sense of kinship.
She sometimes felt that she also said that she was very affectionate. She knew that Yanbing wanted to recognize her, but she could not open her mouth to call him "Dad".
Fu Tingyuan didn't come back. Luo Nanchu and Yan Bing had a talk. In his mind, he was Fu Tingyuan's uncle and an internationally famous director, but he couldn't take him as his father. Yan Bing seemed to realize this and gradually became silent.
When Fu Tingyuan came back, there was a gloomy atmosphere in the box.
"Court, court yuan, you are back." Yan Bing stood up from his position and stuttered to Fu Tingyuan, "just in time, I also went to the bathroom."
Fu Tingyuan got out of the way and looked at Yan Bing's pale face and fleeing out of the box. He picked his eyebrows and went to sit beside Luo Nanchu: "don't bully him if you don't want to recognize him. My third uncle is very timid. "
Luo Nan initially held his cheek and glanced at Fu Tingyuan: "why did I bully him? I just don't like him very much
"He's been thinking about you all these years. It was also for your own good that I wanted to separate us
"He appeared too late." Luonan beginning light way, "I am not a child, casually say what to do, can regard others as father."
Fu Tingyuan looked at her and sighed silently.
He tried his best. Ronan didn't accept it at first, and he had no way.
He came here today with luonanchu. He really wanted to let her contact Yanbing and help Yanbing probe into luonanchu's words.
But it was obvious that the little woman was tight lipped and stubborn on the issue of principle.
"Well, you don't like it if you don't like it." Fu Tingyuan said, "I will make it clear to him."
When he came home after dinner, Yan Bing looked obviously dispirited.
He was not a man who didn't show up. He was simple in nature. Ronan refused to recognize him at the beginning. It seemed that he was greatly shocked.
Fu Tingyuan couldn't bear it. After all, he was his own uncle. After sending the man away, he tried to talk to Luo Nanchu and said, "you should be gentle with him in the future. My third uncle is almost crying. "
Ronan raised his chin. "No," he said
She doesn't like Yanbing.
I didn't like it from the beginning.
May be a long time ago, in her mind also did not grow up, left a vague memory.
That memory became a subconscious, hidden in her present mind.
The man lost her with his own hands.
The baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes, didn't know anything. With his eyes open, the man's back was reflected in his retina.
She did not know that she had been abandoned by her father, but looking at the other side disappeared, she began to cry helplessly.