Fu listened to the words, let the atmosphere in the room suddenly become a little dignified.

Mingzhi and Fu Jian are silent. Thinking of the bad things that Fu Wei had in the past on the live broadcast, they finally realize with guilt that their behavior is a little too hurtful.

Fu's black eyes trembled slightly. The tip of his tongue reached the back slot, and his head bent for a moment.

In fact, at his age, he is not looking forward to the care of his parents.

But Fu listen to think for him all the time, want to give him a lot of love, let him, feel very sweet.

If he can get such a good Fu Xiaoting through hardship, he would rather live in the mire all his life.

Mingzhi and Fujian suddenly look up at each other, and then grasp Fu's hand with tacit understanding.

Mingzhi's eyes were slightly red. "I heard that right. I'm sorry. My mother ignored you, but my mother didn't mean not to love you. After you lost it, your father and I never gave up looking for you."

Fu Jian also said, "yes, but we don't have girls in our family. Suddenly we have such a lovely little granddaughter. It's hard to avoid paying attention to some of them. All the men in the Fu family come here in this way. You can get used to it."

Fu Kai, who had never felt his parents' attention and care, could not resist their enthusiasm for a moment and showed a hesitant look on his face.

But when his remaining light fell on Fu tin, the little girl bent her lips and gave him an encouraging smile.

Like saying, don't be afraid, Dad, just accept their love for you.

He licked his lips and resisted the discomfort. He tried very hard and reluctantly to show a stiff smile to his parents.

"Xiaomi, we have always kept your room for you. I'll show you."

Mingzhi said that she was going to pull Fu Pei upstairs. As a result, when they came into the house, they suddenly heard the sound of sadness and music coming from the yard behind, and there were also exaggerated and false howls.

"What sound?" Forsything frowned and looked out of his eyes strangely.

Mingzhi and Fujian look together in an instant. It's not good. Something is going to happen!

"It's nothing. I just know that the person I'm looking for will play music and welcome Xiaomi home." I'm going to muddle through.

At this time, a servant ran over and said, "my wife is back. The funeral for the young master you asked me to arrange is already in progress."

Mingzhi seems to have been stabbed in the back, and immediately denied, "what and what, don't say bad luck words."

”Isn't that what you said, ma'am? You said that the young master can't be found, and he is dead. Let's specially prepare the funeral? "

The servant didn't understand Mingzhi's crazy hint in his eyes. He came over with a document in his hand. After spreading it out, there were all kinds of tomb maps on it, "and the little young master's cemetery. My wife, let's see which piece to choose for the young master's safety."

All of them looked up at Mingzhi in a strange way

Mingzhi, "..."

What, she was trying to explain.

Fu Pei suddenly stepped into the backyard, and saw a circle of servants sitting in the yard, facing a simple hall with incense on them. Their faces were heavy and sad.

"Young master, how miserable you are Everyone cried with one voice, like reading the text in class early in class. It's really like that.

The servant said excitedly, "madam, if you want atmosphere, I let them pretend it is not very similar to the funeral scene."

Fu Pei, who is still alive, just looks at this scene like this

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