Chapter 267

"It can't be that you has the final say. What did you see with your own eyes? "

In Fu Ting's mind, Murphy Ran's hand was placed on Ning Wan's head. There was a cold light in his deep eyes, "what do you mean?"

"How long has Ning Wan been out with that little fresh meat? How do they behave? Do you know each other just or long ago? What's going on? " He Shaolin is like a machine gun. He says a lot.

The sea breeze slowly, Fu Ting's hair is flying in front of his forehead, revealing the big bag on his forehead.

"What happened to the bag on your forehead?" He Shaolin goes to touch Fu Ting's forehead.

Fu Ting frowned and waved his hand. "Take your hand off."

"It hurts?" He Shaolin said and probed his hand again, pressed it down heavily, and quickly took it away before Fu Ting was furious. "Haha, you are pretty handsome even if you are injured."

Fu Ting, with black lines on his face, strode towards him.

He Shaolin immediately catches up, "ting, what do you think?"

"What?"

"About Ning Wan's date with little fresh meat."

This words poke Fu Ting's heart directly, he suddenly stops and looks at the past coldly, as if he Shaolin in front of him is the little fresh meat, "Ning Wan is mine."

He Shaolin clapped his hands happily. "I didn't see you like this when you were with Ning Yu. And this time, ha ha, you are really in love. "

Fu ting and Ning Yu have been together for four years, which is just like water. Any action of Ning Yu can't arouse his jealousy.

Now, Ning Wan's every move affects his heart, making him more at a loss.

He Shaolin laughed but didn't speak. He stared at Fu Ting's face all the time. "Ting, isn't it good that you can like a person recklessly?"

Yes, without him and Ning Yu, he might have tied Ning wan to himself.

"Am I right?" He Shaolin's thief smiles and seeks the answer he wants to know.

Fu Ting didn't speak, and strode forward. He Shaolin followed him, askew his head and asked, "do you want me to ask about the man beside your sister-in-law?"

Sister-in-law two words seem to be very pleasant, Fu Ting mouth condensation gradually disappeared, replaced by a light smile, "No."

"Really not?"

"Really not!"

Three days later, a document appeared on Fu Ting's desk.

Murphyran, a 20-year-old sophomore in the performance Department of our city university, has signed up for Aoran entertainment.

Fu Ting raised his eyebrows. "What about other materials?"

Zeng Xiaoxue was a bit embarrassed. "Aoran star did a good job in keeping secrets, but he didn't find any other information."

"From the school side."

"Our people have been to the school, and the school side is very strict. They haven't given us the information we want."

The more it is, the more curious Fu Ting is. After Zeng Xiaoxue leaves, he calls the school himself.

The second library of the University was donated by Fu. Fu Ting had some contact with the president.

After receiving the call from Fu Ting, the headmaster was totally delighted and excited. "Mr. Fu, it's really a pleasure to receive your call. It's really an honor..."

"Principal Li, I want to ask you something."

"Don't say it's one thing, even ten things. Ha ha, you say, I will never say anything."

Fu Ting took the landline in one hand and looked at the document in the other. "I want to know all the information of murphyran."

"Murphyran? This This... "

"Any questions?" Fu Ting closes the document, turns the chair and faces the French window.

The principal is still hesitating, "this..."

The setting sun slanted to the west, and the golden light came in and spread all over the place.

Fu Ting got up and touched a cigarette. "Did someone say hello?"

"Mr. Fu, you are so clever. Someone has said hello, so I'm really sorry. In this way, Mr. Fu, please ask me something else. I will tell you everything. "

Murphyran? Fu Ting said, "I heard that President Li is preparing to build the third Library..."

Headmaster Li, a smart man, immediately said, "I will send you all the information about murphyran."

……

As night fell, the smell of rice filled the small room.

There are three dishes and one soup on the small table of the hospital bed. The ribs are badly stewed. With a little touch of chopsticks, the meat will break away from the bones.

Ning Xiuyu picked up a quick sparerib and ate it. "It's delicious. Ning Xiaowan is good at craftsmanship."

"That's, for my family's sake, I might become a chef."

Ning Xiuyu quickly finished a piece of spareribs, small mouth oil, "really got three colors, we are going to open a dye shop, let's be reserved?"

"I'm good at cooking."

"Yes, I hope you are better at making snacks."The door suddenly opened from the outside, and Fu Ting came in with an fruit basket.

Ning Xiuyu threw down his chopsticks and jumped out of bed and ran straight to Fu ting. Fu Ting holds Ning Xiuyu in his arms and taps his nose. "Happy to see dad?"

"Of course, who makes my father so handsome?"

Fu Ting kisses Ning Xiuyu's forehead, his eyes are full of doting, "my son is also very handsome."

"Mom and dad are good at craftsmanship. Would you like to have a try?"

"Yes."

At this moment, Ning Wan felt that he was an outsider.

Fu Ting is not polite. He takes the chopsticks from Ning Wan's hands and picks up a chopstick.

"How does it taste?" Ning Xiuyu sat on the bed, full of expectations and asked, "isn't it great?"

"It's OK." Fu Ting has already attacked the second chops. It's right that he didn't eat.

Ning Wan tries to grab chopsticks. "Since he is so reluctant, Fu can never eat them."

"Don't you live up to your kindness by not eating?" Fu Ting dodged Ning Wan's small hand and continued to eat.

Ning Wan's mouth is high and pouting, angry and helpless. "It's not for you to eat."

"You and Xiuyu can't eat all this."

When cooking in the evening, Ning Wan's subconscious has already made Fu Ting's share. Now Fu Ting finds that her little face is pink.

"Dad, what else would you like to eat? Shall I ask my mother to do it for us later? "

"Not good." Ning Wan immediately refused, "Ning Xiaoxiu, you know the situation, don't say anything, OK?"

Fu Ting swallowed the food. "I'll pick you up when I leave the hospital the day after tomorrow."

"No, Anqing will pick us up." Ning Wan snatched Ning Xiuyu's chopsticks. "Since you and your father are on the same front, you two can use a pair of chopsticks."

Ning Xiuyu looked at Fu ting and said, "Daddy, is mother menopause?"

"No, it's too early." Fu Ting pressed down the smile on the corner of his mouth and said in a cold voice, "I'll send you some pictures and positions of the house. You and Xiuyu will choose one."

What does that mean? Ning Wan is extremely confused.

"Or maybe you don't have to choose at all, just stay at Fu's house."

Ning Wan's face is full of doubts. "Fu is always wrong? Where Xiuyu and I live has nothing to do with you. "