Chapter 155

Is it true that Qi Lingyang ran to visit Gu Yinyin, no matter how much he reported, if he didn't go, there would be no such news.

Therefore, the most wrong thing is what Qi Lingyang did.

The boy hasn't got it yet. He's starting to play tricks. Aren't you afraid of the little mute dumping him?

On such a thought, his footsteps were repeated, and he always felt contradictory.

Even those who don't want the inheritance of the Fu family can not want Su Xiang for a female star?

For this reason, Qi Lingyang can't get away at this time.

Is it possible to look at Peixian: "you are also the boss of the film and television company. What is this routine?"

Pei Xian threw the mobile phone back to him and said, "it's just a side news. There are tens of thousands of such news a year. What's strange."

"Gu Yinyin's play is the grand play of the year at the end of this year. If there is such a scandal, just get some topics to warm up."

Is it not the same frown, is that so?

However, Qi Lingyang's career has always been low-key. If he didn't fight with Fu Hanchuan's successors, he wouldn't expose his private property.

Will he just follow the crowd for a play?

He said to Pei Xian, who drank leisurely: "how do I feel that you are perfunctory to me?"

Pei Xian put his glass to his lips and smiled. Before the liquor went into his throat, he said, "this is just the beginning. We can't continue to see the problem until there is follow-up, can't we?"

After staying for a while in 1988, Peixian came out of it.

Standing on the steps, he looked up. The stars above his head were covered by the haze. The night was thick, and only a faint bright moon scattered a faint glow.

Several thin dark clouds floated over and blocked the moonlight.

Pei Xian hung his head bitterly and walked down the steps slowly.

Because I drank some wine, I didn't plan to drive back and walked slowly home all the way.

Well, after a few glasses of wine, I made it through another night. Go home to bed. The day has passed.

In the past two years, every night without her was so boring.

Fu Hanchuan has a son to accompany him. He has nothing.

The street lights were bright and cold, and a stray dog was turning over the garbage next to the garbage can. Pei Xian remembered that Fu Hanchuan not only had a son, but also picked up a cat for Su Xiang.

That pervert.

He observed the stray dog for a while. He was really not in the mood to take a dog home in the middle of the night to bathe it and catch lice.

In the middle of the road, an ambulance whizzed past. It was to save someone's life.

Peixian looked up and saw the flashing red light on the ambulance roof disappear into the night.

Unconsciously

Pei Xian's footsteps stopped. In front of him was a half high marble wall with big metal characters saying the second people's hospital.

How did you come here when you went home.

He glanced at the lobby of the complex building opened in front. At this time, there were many emergency patients and their families.

I wonder if she is on duty tonight.

During the breakup period, Peixian didn't accept the result and came to find him. The woman regarded him as air and told him not to interfere with her work.

In front of so many people, Peixian lost face and never came to the hospital to find her again.

A figure came out of it.

Her figure could hardly be seen in the dim light. When he came to the bright place at the door, Peixian's heart trembled and came forward to take over the woman's shoulder.

"Qiao Ying..."

The woman turned her head and saw him. She brushed his hand away indifferently, took out her headphones, put them on her ears and walked straight forward.

Pei Xian thought for so long, but he didn't figure out where he was wrong, and the fire jumped out.

He walked up to the woman, pulled off the woman's headphones and asked directly with a black face, "even if it's a breakup, should you give me a reason?"

Qiao Ying's ears hurt a little, but he ignored him. He walked all the way to the front parking lot, got on the bus and walked away.

“shit！”

Pei Xian kicked away the stone on the road with a heavy kick. The stone first showed a parabola. After landing, it bounced all the way and rolled away.

I'm going crazy. Is this woman's brain made of stone!

Pei Xian returned home with a breath. When he got home, he threw himself directly on the bed, lay straight and stared at the ceiling above his head.

On this bed, they have been lingering for countless times. At this moment, the lingering energy surged in my mind. I felt that the bed was full of her flavor.

Peixian jumped up, pulled all the sheets and quilts on the ground, kicked them on the mattress, and then angrily took the quilt to the guest room.

……

Su Xiang didn't know if it was because of the phone call she made to Fu Hanchuan. For two days in a row, she saw Fu Ying after school in primary school.

The little guy has a bad temper and won't take her car. He's only willing to walk all the way back.

Half an hour's journey is not short, but Su Xiang is very satisfied with his journey.

On the first day.

"I don't want to take your car. I have legs." This was the first time he really walked home by himself and said something very arrogant.

While talking, he deliberately fiddled with his watch. Then as he walked, he beat drums in his heart and secretly looked at Su Xiang following him.

The next day.

"I know the way myself. I don't want you to send it."

The little guy pulled down the schoolbag belt with great air, and he had enough confidence to speak.

On the third day.

Su Xiang took the lunch box back from the security room and couldn't help laughing when Fu Ying came out of it.

She handed over the snacks she bought on the road: "the freshly baked rose cake tastes good with milk."

Fu Ying glanced at her, tilted his shoulder, unloaded his schoolbag and handed it to Su Xiang. In a bad tone, he said, "carry me my schoolbag."

All along, it was Mr. Wu or Chang Yan who helped him carry his schoolbag. He only pretended when Fu Hanchuan was there.

The little guy carried his schoolbag for two days in a row. His shoulders were sour and painful, his legs were painful and his feet were painful. He was uncomfortable everywhere, so he became angry.

Su Xiang glanced at the schoolbag hanging in the air and then looked at the little guy: "haven't you always carried it yourself?"

When Fu Ying saw that she had not taken over her schoolbag for a long time, he angrily lowered his hand and said loudly, "it's very tired to go to school, don't you know?"

Su Xiang laughed when he was tired. She asked, "how tired are you?"

Fu Ying was asked. Anyway, he just didn't like his shoulders being pressed, so he couldn't grow high.

He blushed and angrily dragged his schoolbag forward: "forget it, anyway, you never know."

The schoolbag hit his heel and bumped. Lian Liang looked at Fu Ying who had left, then looked at Su Xiang and followed up with his small mouth.

"Fu Ying, wait for me."

The two children walked side by side, and Su Xiang followed.

Fu Ying's words stabbed her.

Since the child went to school, she never picked him up, nor did she ask him what interesting things were in school, whether she had enough for lunch, and which children she played well with, like other parents.

But what she lacks most is that she didn't educate him well.

Fu Ying, who was walking in front, puffed his cheeks, glanced at the tip of his eyes behind him, and snorted heavily.

Do you want his forgiveness if you don't please him at all?

Lian Liang looked at Fu Ying's bulging cheeks and giggled: "Fu Ying, you laugh like this."

"What's funny?" Fu Ying muttered. This time, he kicked forward with his schoolbag. As soon as the schoolbag swung up, he took a step forward and kicked it again.

Lian Liang said, "Fu Ying, you look like a frog's belly. Have you ever seen it?"

Fu Ying glared at her angrily, "you're just like a frog."

He glanced back, so annoying that he didn't come to carry his schoolbag.

At the intersection of the traffic lights in front, the two children separated. Su Xiang gave Lian Liang all the snacks that Fu Ying didn't touch and asked the little girl to take them back to eat.

Fu Ying snorted. As he continued to move forward, Su Xiang quickly crossed him and stood in front of him.

Fu Ying looked up at her and said, "Why are you blocking me?"

Su Xiang sighed and took his small schoolbag. Fu Ying thought she was going to carry his schoolbag. Before he was happy, he saw Su Xiang open the schoolbag belt and go up his back.

"What are you doing?"

Su Xiang winked at him and said, "endorsement bag, aren't these two belts of the schoolbag used to carry?"

She gestured that the bag was made of good material, wide strap and a layer of thick cushion, which would not strangle her shoulder.

Fu Ying's little face turned red and lost his temper angrily: "what are you pretending to be stupid? I want you to get it for me!"

"If you want me to forgive you, you should do what I say!"

In the face of his son who played with his child's temper, Su Xiang's face sank, pressed his shoulder and said seriously: "Fu Ying, I hope you can forgive me for not being with you in recent years, but I never expect to beg your forgiveness in a way to please you."

"I'm your mother, not asking to be your mother, and I won't let you take whatever you want for your happiness. You'd better remember this."

Su Xiang can understand that Fu Ying's thoughts deviate. After all, the women around Fu Hanchuan must satisfy Fu Ying if they want to be superior.

Not only women, but also those who asked for the Fu family, were all trying to please the child. In the past, every time the child was taken out, there were a lot of things sent back by others.

Fu Ying was stunned by Su Xiang. His round eyes blinked. Why are these different from what he thought?

Hum, sure enough, I'm just pretending to be nice to him. I'm impatient with him these days.

The little guy closed his mouth and held it for a while. He shouted to Su Xiang, "then I don't want to be your child either. You go home and hold your baby. Don't pay attention to me."

As soon as the little guy said that, the grievances in his heart also came out, stabbed like a balloon, and the last half of his words were crying.

His dirty little hands rubbed his eyes and choked.

I won't coax him at all. It's not good for him at all.

Why should he bother to walk home? If he has a car, he will have delicious food when he gets on the bus. He doesn't have to smell car exhaust or endorse bags.

The little hand was gently held in the palm, and a wet paper towel rubbed on his hand. The gentle and strange Mandarin sounded.

"Your hands are so dirty. If you wipe your eyes, bacteria will enter your eyes and you will get red eye disease."

Fu Ying sniffed and stared at the man squatting in front of him. It seemed that he couldn't play his temper.

Su Xiang wiped his hands clean. For a moment, there was no place to lose the wet paper towel. He stuffed it into his pocket first, looked straight into his eyes and said, "Fu Ying, your schoolbag is very light for me. I can carry it with one hand."

"But this is your schoolbag. It's the burden you should bear at your age."

"If you can't even bear these, tell me what you can do in the future?"

Fu Ying blinked. He didn't understand. He didn't seem so angry in his heart.

Su Xiang saw that he listened to her words, took his little hand and walked up. He also gave it to him under the steps: "are you hungry now? What would you like to eat first? "

……

The TV in Chang's living room is on. Chang Yan is lying on the sofa with a book on her face.

She has been like this for almost an afternoon. No, it should be said that she has been like this for several days.

Yang Yanqing came back from the outside, listened to the TV in the living room, and went to turn it off.

Chang Yan suddenly lost her voice, frowned and took down the book on her face.

"Sister-in-law, why did you turn off the TV?"

Yang Yanqing smiled and looked at her: "so you're awake. I thought you were asleep."

She put the remote control on the tea table. Yang Yanqing picked up the blanket, retracted her legs, and vacated half of the sofa for Yang Yanqing.

She put her chin on her knee and said, "it's boring, sister-in-law. Take me out tomorrow."

Yang Yanqing looked at her and joked, "Oh, it's strange. You don't like to run to those wives, but you asked to participate?"

Chang Yan looked at her with her mouth: "sister-in-law..."

There was a delicate tiramisu on the tea table. She only dug a small corner. Yang Yanqing took it up and looked at it. She dug a piece in the other corner and put it into her mouth.

As soon as I tasted the taste, I knew it was made by my little sister.

She said, "tiramisu means to take me away. You should send this cake to Fu's house. How can you eat it yourself?"

"Do you think Fu Hanchuan doesn't understand amorous feelings and can't eat what you mean?"

Chang Yan pursed her lips and angrily beat Yang Yanqing: "you know how to laugh at me."

She held Yang Yanqing's wrist and sent the spoon to her mouth.

Yang Yanqing took another bite with a smile and said, "by the way, I haven't seen you running to Fu's house these days. What's the matter with Fu Hanchuan?"

"Is there another contradiction?"

As soon as Fu Hanchuan was mentioned, Chang Yan angrily grabbed the fluff on the blanket and didn't say a word.

After Fu Hanchuan talked about her that time, although Mrs. Zhuoya comforted her a few words, she consciously didn't have the face to go over, so she kept stuffy at home.

Yang Yanqing knew her guess was right when she looked depressed.

However, in her relationship, Chang Yan has been chasing Fu Hanchuan. Even if there is a contradiction, Chang Yan can't help it first.

Yang Yanqing said, "OK, your big brother should be distressed when you see it like this. Tomorrow, Mrs. Zhuoya is going to the suburbs to see the maple leaves. Come with you. "

Seeing Mrs. Zhuoya, Mrs. Zhuoya said a few words, which was equivalent to Fu Hanchuan giving her the steps. Chang Yan smiled on her face.

Yang Yanqing looked at her and poked her forehead: "you..."

……

It was Saturday in the twinkling of an eye.

Fu Ying woke up in the bend of Fu Hanchuan's arm. He had black hair and slept like a bird's nest.

Yes, he slept with his father again last night.

Dad treated him well these two days. He didn't tear his homework book, throw his game console, and allow him to sleep in his big bed.

However, he will ask him some things on his way home from school, which makes him feel very annoyed. He can't say some things. It's hard to hide them.

But he was also smart. He just pretended to sleep and fooled around.

The little guy was awakened by a bubble of urine. He climbed out of bed and ran to the bathroom to release himself. He breathed comfortably.

When the door of the bathroom opened, Fu Ying put on his pants. Fu Hanchuan glanced at him: "get out of the way."

The little guy obediently ran to the washstand and stood on the small stool to squeeze toothpaste and brush his teeth. The clatter of water on the other side sounded.

After a while, the man stood next to him, squeezed toothpaste and brushed his teeth.

After washing, Fu Ying returned to his room and opened his cloakroom.

The whole cloakroom is full of his clothes. Some clothes are too big for him.

Song's mother said that the clothes inside were prepared by the man before he left, and they had been bought when he was ten years old.

Fu Ying chose from a row of clothes. Finally, he chose a set of sweater printed with Wukong and changed it himself.

Walking to the living room, the little guy slowed down and called people obediently.

"Grandma."

Mrs. Zhuoya touched his little head and said, "well."

She looked at the breakfast on the table: "eat quickly. Grandma will take you out after eating."

Fu Ying blinked and looked at Fu Hanchuan: "but I'm going to learn Taekwondo today."

And... And he made an appointment with her today. She said she would come to see her boxing.

Zhuoyafu humanitarian: "Taekwondo has been changed to night. It doesn't hinder you. Today, we have the daughter of Huanyu Group and many children. You have to go. "

Fu Ying opened her mouth. Without waiting for his protest, Mrs. Zhuoya said faintly to Fu Hanchuan, "I'm going to take him out today."

The last time the mother and son had a quarrel, they also fell into an impasse. Even after that, Fu Hanchuan didn't ask the people in the old house to pick up the children.

But today, Mrs. Zhuoya came to ask for someone herself.

Fu Ying went to a public primary school and was opposed by Mrs. Zhuoya at the beginning of school. After all, the biggest advantage of private schools is not their educational qualifications, but their contacts.

The network of contacts of children of many aristocratic families began when they were students. Even if the Fu family now has a top position, it should also have his interpersonal network in Fu Ying's generation.

After breakfast, Mrs. Zhuoya took the man away.

Fu Hanchuan wiped his lips and said to song's mother, "call Miss Wu and inform her of today's holiday."

At the educational institution, Su Xiang waited there with pearls. He didn't see Fu Ying until noon.

She looked at the door disappointed. Originally, she planned to let Fu Ying meet pearl and explain it to him, so that the child wouldn't always have a thorn in his heart.

In a private manor in the suburbs, Fu Ying played no worse with the children of those dignitaries.

He played tennis and none of them could beat him. He scored continuously.

Under the shade shade of the tree, Mrs. Zhuoya looked at Chang Yan, smiled and said, "you haven't come to me for tea for some time. I'm angry with Han Chuan. I didn't offend you. How did you implicate me?"

Chang Yan smiled awkwardly: "madam, I'm not angry with you. I'm just busy these days. I don't have time to come."

Naturally, Chang Yan could not really admit that she had made trouble with Fu Hanchuan and found a reason to prevaricate.

Yang Yanqing glanced at Chang Yan. The girl can speak now. I didn't put myself down.

Mrs. Zhuoya held the tea cup, lowered her eyes slightly and smiled faintly. For three years, she has always felt that Chang Yan's family background is good, but she is too gentle. Now it seems that it is good to often come to these wives' parties.

She said, "what are you doing?"

Chang Yan lowered her head and said with a smile, "I'm learning finance from my sister-in-law."

"Huh? Finance? " Mrs. Zhuoya was slightly stunned. "Don't you study Chinese?"

Chang Yan said, "I'm also a member of my family. Big brother said I was idle and asked me to help the company. "

Chang Yi did say something about her several times, but she was not interested in the company and kept pushing it off. However, after Fu Hanchuan said her last time, she couldn't save face to go to the Fu family and thought about it again.

He kept walking around Fu Hanchuan. He couldn't see her. She has to have her own self. Doesn't that woman leave to find herself?

Yang Yanqing also smiled and said, "yes, this girl has graduated for so long and hasn't done anything serious. The company has come to Beicheng. If she learns to do it, I'll be easier. "

Mrs. Zhuoya nodded, smiled and said, "your family's feelings are very good and enviable. Even the relationship between my sister-in-law and my sister-in-law is so good. Just... "

Her voice turned and said to Chang Yan, "Miss Chang, I've been used to your company these years. If you don't come, my family is deserted."

"Still want to come and play often, and my Fu Ying..."

She took a look at the pile of children: "the child's feelings are warm until you get along. Don't you miss him if you haven't seen him for a few days?"

Chang Yan's eyes flickered slightly.

Mrs. Zhuoya's hint sank her heart.

That woman... She is Fu Ying's mother. Mother and son are connected. Even if they haven't seen each other for several years, the child is simple. A few words will be intimate. She took care of Fu Ying for three years. Will the children's feelings for her fade? She took a breath and smiled at Zhuo Yafu: "of course I miss him very much. I heard that his wife was going to bring him, and she specially took time to make him his favorite pudding cake." Mrs. Zhuoya looked at the cake on the table: "this cake is really good-looking. It's still your Dexterity. Everything is delicious." She waved to Fu Ying who was playing in the distance: "Fu Ying, come here..." the little guy heard someone call him, threw the kick-off and ran over. Chang Yan didn't see Fu Ying for several days. Seeing his sweat, she wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and teased him: "why, I haven't seen you for several days. Don't you miss me?" This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.