Chapter 103： moon, safety first

Chapter 103 Moon, Safety First

Song Yueliang glanced across the man's face without a trace.

His face seemed not as pale as yesterday, and his spirit improved a lot.

It seems that life extension is quite useful.

Leading Qiqi past the man, Song Yueliang didn't say a word, pretending that he didn't exist.

Fu Yanchi turned his heels, and Pidianpidian followed behind, "The buns are from the time-honored store in front of the high school, the soy milk and fried dough sticks are from Liji in Laojiekou, and the noodles are from Xu Bo's noodle stall in the back alley of the school...it's all about you I remember the favorite restaurants I used to eat the most, right?"

Qiqi was already in her mother's arms, and her little head could just see the happy smiling face of the man behind her.

Qi Qi pursed her lips, "Uncle Fu, you only bought what my mother likes, not what I like."

Failed.

Hit a cross.

I told you to **** my mother off, but you still smiled so happily.

The man's peachy eyes rolled, "There is a saying that like a mother, like a daughter. If mom likes it, Qiqi will definitely like it too, so uncle bought it for two people."

"..." Qi Qi pouted.

If mom likes it, of course she will like it.

Fu Yanchi raised her eyebrows, and with Song Yueliang behind her back, she took out another object from her trouser pocket and waved it at the little baby, saying silently, "This, do you like it?"

"!!" Seeing the object in the man's hand, Qiqi's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Mom!"

The man hurriedly made a shh gesture.

Song Yueliang tilted her head, "Baby, what's wrong?"

Qiqi, "Mom, Uncle Fu has a mother in his hands!"

So loud.

Song Yueliang turned around.

The thing in the man's hand has been quickly retracted, but Fu Yanchi met the woman's cool eyes, "..." slowly took it out again.

A vivid ceramic figure.

Shirt, trousers, high ponytail, thin eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and cherry lips.

The most expressive is the expression of the little porcelain figure, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and the attitude of indifference and disdain is just like the villain version of Song Yueliang.

Song Yueliang's eyes flickered, and she looked back, where the man couldn't see, the corners of her lips were barely visible.

Fu Yanchi observed the words and expressions, and immediately stuck closer, "The moon, is it beautiful? I made it myself, and there are eleven more at home!"

"Why do you make this thing?" Song Yueliang walked forward without squinting, but finally she was willing to answer her words.

"Of course it's about seeing things and thinking about people."

Qiqi's lamentation.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't shout.

Because of a little porcelain figurine, Uncle Fu got into his mother's car and sat next to her! I haven't given her the little porcelain figurine yet!

Biting the steamed stuffed bun and sipping soy milk, Fu Yanchi smiled and looked at the little boy staring at him, "Isn't it pretty? Do you like it?"

Qiqi's eyes lit up, she nodded desperately, "I like it!"

"Then take a second look, uncle will take it home and lock it up later."

"..."

The car turned into a small snake on the main road, Song Yueliang gritted her teeth, "Fu Yanchi, are you still bullying the little baby?"

"You can't say that, Moon." Fu Yanchi smiled and said confidently, "A gentleman does not take what others like. My twelve moons are not complete without one."

The tissue bag placed on the front of the car flew over and hit Fu Yanchi on the forehead.

Fu Yanchi caught it and wiped his mouth, "Moon, drive carefully, safety first."

Qiqi took a hard bite of the chive roll, and said in a distraught voice, "Mom, why did you put Uncle Fu in the car..."

Song Yueliang held her forehead, "Mom is wrong."

There was also a little man in the carriage who couldn't be seen by adults. He folded his arms and stared at Fu Yanchi coldly, jumping back and forth between shocking him and not being able to shock him.

…

In front of Fu's house.

Meng Jingxian got out of the taxi and stood at the door for a long time.

Red bricks and green walls, bluestone paving.

She has been to this house several times before, and she followed Fu Ya.

At that time, when they were young, none of them expected that there would be such a huge deviation in their future fate.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened, and Uncle Gui respectfully invited her in.

The old man was sitting in the living room, with a pot of brewed tea placed on the low sandalwood table in front of him.

Meng Jingxian walked in slowly, came to the old man, bowed and saluted, "Old man, I'm here."

She is wearing a crimson cheongsam today, graceful and generous, quiet and elegant.

Speaking with the familiar Wu Nong accent, Mr. Fu's eyes were in a trance for a moment. The scene of two bright girls talking softly and frolicking in front of his eyes seemed to happen yesterday.

But in the blink of an eye, things are already different.

His daughter passed away a long time ago, and the remaining little girl now has wrinkles around her eyes.

"I haven't seen you for many years, Xiaoxian." Elder Fu sighed, pointing to the wooden chair opposite, "Sit down."

"I should have come to see you a long time ago, isn't it Xiaoxian?" Meng Jingxian sat down as she said, with downcast eyes filled with shame that couldn't be concealed.

Mr. Fu has seen her low profile and guilt, and has been like this for so many years, "You don't have to do this. My daughter died first, and you came in later. You don't owe us anything. On the contrary, I want to thank you, After entering the door, you have always treated Ah Chi as your own, and you have done a good job."

With a family background like the Yan family, even though Yan Huai is the head of the family, he can't help himself. It is impossible for him to stay single for the sake of his daughter who died young.

He has no reason to ask others not to marry for the sake of their daughter.

Even if there is no Xiaoxian, there will be other people after all.

Meng Jingxian closed her eyes, and the end of her eyes was slightly red.

Old Fu didn't know about it, but she still felt ashamed in her heart.

No one knows that her admiration for Yan Huai was even earlier than that of Aya. It was just the man's eyes that never fell on her.

Even after Aya died and she married into the Yan family, the man's attitude towards her was still the same as before, indifferent.

Never cared about her.

So she kept that feeling in her heart and never dared to say it out loud.

No one knew that this marriage was brought about by her own selfishness.

She replaced Aya's position in that home, occupying what Aya should have originally.

"Mr. Fu, it's what I should do to be nice to Ah Chi. He is Aya's child, so he is my child." She began to pour tea, put the tea in front of the old man, and gestured deftly, "I am with Yan Huai. He needs a woman to take care of the children, and I need a man to protect me from becoming a marriage tool, which was clearly written in the marriage agreement early on."

She raised her head and forced a smile at the old man, "I did what I was supposed to do and got what I wanted."

The smile hadn't fallen yet, tears welled up in her eyes, Meng Jingxian covered her face, her slender shoulders trembling violently, "I'm still ashamed of Ah Chi, old man. After I entered the door, Ah Chi refused to go home..."

The living room was silent for a moment, only the woman's sobs were broken.

Old Fu turned his head, blinked away the moisture in his eyes, and sighed silently.

No one is wrong, no one can blame.

So is the fate.