Chapter 87

"Not too used, but also within the normal and reasonable range. However, I'm afraid that a long time will not be conducive to the growth of the young master." Deer read.

As soon as Mrs. Fu heard this, she also knew that she was too soft hearted to see her grandson suffer a trace of injustice and unhappiness.

The old lady looked at the closed door in front of her and said in silence for a moment, "that's OK. I'll just smoke less about Jing Yan in the future."

With that, the old lady turned and left, and Lu Nian quickly followed.

After entering the room, Fu Yunjian found the little guy sitting on the bay window motionless. He didn't look back even when he heard someone opening the door.

"Fu Jingyan." Fu Yun remonstrated in a deep voice.

The man stretched out his hand to untie the buttons on his collar to breathe, so as not to get too angry.

The little guy didn't seem to hear it and didn't take his eyes back from the window. Just sit with a pillow in your arms, like a stone pillar.

"Fu Jingyan, I'm talking to you. Do you hear me?" Fu Yunjian's face sank, and he was raising his feet to catch people, but he had no intention of kicking the tablet computer on the carpet.

The flat screen is a little fragmented.

Fu Yunjian only felt that the corners of his eyebrows beat very badly, and a fire gradually accumulated in his brain.

He bent down to pick up the flat plate on the ground, clicked the broken screen, and soon saw a line of words on the document.

[I also want my mother...]

Fu Yunjian looked at this line of words, and the anger that was supposed to erupt directly extinguished in situ.

The man took the tablet computer, looked at Fu Jingyan, quickly walked to the window and sat down, rubbing Fu Jingyan's head.

Fu Yun admonished Wen in a voice, "are you angry with your father?"

Fu Jingyan didn't respond, but Yu Guang secretly glanced at Fu Yunjian.

It was this eye that Fu Yunjian just saw, and the corners of the man's mouth rose slightly.

"It's dad's negligence these two days. Dad shouldn't force you to try dishes in the hotel." Fu Yun admonished his son that he was willing to take care of himself, and his voice became more gentle. "Dad did this because he hoped you could eat three meals a day normally, and you didn't have to eat those nutrients."

The little guy listened to Fu Yunjian's words, took a deep breath, took his eyes back from the window, and then looked straight at him.

"Still... Any more?"

Fu Yunjian knew that little guys seldom speak. If they can communicate with people with tablets, they will never speak.

But his opening today surprised Fu Yunjian.

Fu Yunjian also quickly understood what the little guy meant: he needed to apologize for more than just trying dishes in the hotel.

Fu Jingyan stared at the man for a long time. Seeing that he didn't mean to speak, his eyes showed a touch of loss.

A moment later, the little guy kowtowed again, "years... Years... Aunt, I like... She... Is... Beautiful, gentle, and... Can cook delicious food."

Fu Yunjian heard his son say such a sentence intermittently, and the original good mood was washed away.

"Jing Yan, do you remember what Dad told you?"

Hearing the speech, Fu Jingyan bent his legs, held his knees in his hands and shrank to the corner of the bay window, opening the distance with Fu Yunjian.

The man looked at Fu Jingyan's move, and his gentle face gradually turned cold.

Fu Yunjian broke the little guy's body, "I said before, you can find someone you like, and dad can try to get along with her, but old aunt can't."

The little guy took a deep breath and looked back at Fu Yunjian, "I... Only like my aunt."