The atmosphere at the table immediately cooled, and the air around it almost froze.

Fu's mother's eyes swept over Zhou Anqian and Fu Tingxiao's faces, and she took the initiative to resolve the current stalemate situation, and asked Zhou Anqian happily: "Anqian, I heard that your father is going back to China." ”

Zhou Anqian looked at Fu Tingxiao and nodded, "Well, my dad will probably come back next month." ”

"When you count it down, your parents and I haven't seen each other for about two or three years. ”

"My father often talks about you and Uncle Fu in front of me, and when my father returns to China next month, you will definitely be a guest at home. ”

Fu's mother simply agreed, "Okay, definitely." ”

After speaking, his disdainful eyes glanced at Wen Ruan, who was eating with his head down, "If it weren't for some people taking advantage of the danger of others and making such excessive demands, the relationship between our Fu and Zhou families would have been even closer, and the result was ......."

Fu Mu deliberately dragged out her tone, and finally let out a long sigh, pretending to stop talking, "Forget it, don't mention it." ”

Zhou Anqian returned to his previous smug appearance, raised his eyebrows and picked up vegetables for Fu's mother, "Auntie, you eat more of this, it's very good for your health." ”

At the dining table, the liveliness and intimacy of Zhou Anqian and Fu's mother were set off softly, and they were particularly bleak and isolated.

Fortunately, this difficult torture finally passed, and at the end of dinner, Zhou Anqian answered a phone call and left in a hurry.

And Fu Tingxiao was called upstairs by Fu's father alone, and Wen Ruan and Fu's mother sat in the living room together, looking at each other speechlessly.

Although there is a soft and comfortable leather sofa underneath, it is soft but like a pins and needles, like a thorn in the back.

When the familiar sound of footsteps came from the stairs behind her, she stood up impatiently.

"What did your father tell you?" Fu Mu also stood up and looked at Fu Tingxiao and asked.

Fu Tingxiao's tone was indifferent, "It's nothing, Mom, let's go back first." ”

"Let's go back. ”

Wen Rou held her cane and walked cautiously, she hadn't been to the old mansion many times, so she wasn't too familiar with the route here.

Fu Tingxiao looked at Wen Ruan's cautious appearance, first frowned, and then turned around and walked out of the living room.

By the time Wen Ruan came to the car, it was already more than ten minutes later.

The low air pressure in the car was so soft that he couldn't breathe, and Wen Rou was contemplating and thinking all the way, what did he do wrong this time to make Fu Tingxiao so angry?

And after the car stopped, Fu Tingxiao left before her again.

Wen Rou stood there a little dazedly, the cool night breeze blowing the broken hair on her forehead, her eyes full of confusion and worry.

"Madam, did you quarrel with Mr. Fu?"

As soon as Wen Ruan entered the living room, Wu's mother, who had a worried face, greeted her, and asked in a low voice.

The soft gaze then fell upstairs, "Mother Wu, I'll go upstairs first." ”

Walking upstairs slowly, with each step, the apprehension in Wen Soft's heart became even worse.

With the slight sound of the doorknob turning slightly, Wen Soft stepped into the bedroom.

Fu Tingxiao stood under the wall lamp, watched the door close softly and calmly, and turned to walk in his direction.

Her expression was the same, as if nothing could disturb her.

The fire in his heart suddenly rose, and when he approached softly, Fu Tingxiao walked forward one by one.

His back slammed against the cold wall, his soft eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then, his arm was grabbed by two rough hands, buckled on top of his head, and a rather punitive kiss fell.

There was a wet mist in his soft eyes, and the words he tried to speak ended up whimpering.

When he was on the verge of suffocation, Fu Tingxiao finally let go of the softness.

"Soft. Fu Tingxiao suddenly let go of his hand, and his slightly chilly gaze fell on his soft and tightly wrinkled face.

Softly and greedily sucking in the fresh air around him, his body slowly moving down the wall.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he gently pinched his arm, which was coming from severe pain, and looked up and gasped.

The deep eyes narrowed, and Fu Tingxiao finally saw the abnormality of the softness, and he immediately leaned over and rolled up the soft cuffs.

What his eyes touched was a ball of red, Fu Tingxiao's face was slightly gloomy, and he couldn't help but say that he directly hugged Wen Rou across his waist.

As she lay on the bed, the pain from the wound continued to torment her.

She leaned her head back against the pillow and gasped, listening to Fu Tingxiao's footsteps gradually disappear and get closer and closer.

"Shhh A slightly cool touch came from the wound, and the soft eyebrows tightened, and he let out an exclamation.

Fu Tingxiao's movements in his hands paused, raised his eyes to look at Wen Soft's pale face, and his tone softened a little, "Bear with it." ”

Bei Yan bit her white lips and nodded softly, but the hand hanging to her side grasped the sheet beneath her.

After a few minutes, the wound was finally re-dressed.

The effect of the potion was quickly exerted, and the pain finally subsided a little, and he sat up softly, facing the direction of Fu Tingxiao, "Thank you." ”

With a sigh of relief, Fu Tingxiao continued to put the potion back into the medicine box, and after a while, he slowly asked, "What's the matter?"

The soft hand was gently clenched, and a faint smile was hooked on the lips when he spoke, "I was accidentally hurt when I made complementary food for the baby." ”

"The maid in the house is not an ornament. After Fu Tingxiao finished speaking, he turned around and left the room.

There was a sour feeling in his eyes, and he raised his face softly and forcefully, forcing back the tears that were rolling in his eyes.

Remember who she is......

Now the whole world thinks that Zhou Anqian is the real Mrs. Fu, as for her softness, I am afraid that she can only live in this shadow forever, no one knows.

Downstairs, Wu's mother was always relieved to be gentle after returning to the room, and walked out again after some entanglement, but she happened to meet Fu Tingxiao walking downstairs with a medicine box.

"Sir, is Madame injured?" asked Mama Wu, who tightened her coat and stepped forward.

Fu Tingxiao frowned slightly, and asked with a calm face: "Mother Wu, the children's supplementary food needs to be made by Wen Soft himself, are the maids at home all decorations?"

Mother Wu was stunned for half a second, and muttered: "No, the little young master's supplementary food has always been in charge of the nutritionist you hired." ”

His eyes tightened, and Fu Tingxiao turned around and glanced in the direction of the upstairs, "Then what about the burns on her arms?"

Mother Wu realized this, and slowly spoke after hesitation, "The wound on Madame's arm was actually accidentally injured when preparing dinner for you a few days ago. ”

Fu Tingxiao's eyes flashed with emotion, and his eagle-like black eyes looked in the direction of the master bedroom from afar.

"In order to prepare dinner for you that day, Mrs. deliberately started to prepare at noon, and after a busy afternoon, you have not returned for a long time, and Mrs. refuses to move chopsticks, I persuaded for a long time, but Mrs. still refuses to ......"