"What the hell do you want to do?" Fu Shouyi was still standing next to the glass wall, looking at the dark art museum.

Mo Qingfang sat on the sofa behind him, drank coffee, rubbed his temples and sighed: "Hey, I'm old, I don't rely on coffee to support, I guess I'm sleepy." ”

Fu Shouyi turned around and looked at his titular aunt without saying a word.

It was rare for Mo Qingfang to see such a serious Fu Shouyi.

This kid has always been very gentle, and even seems a little scared, in the words of Old Man Mo, a little cowardly.

However, thinking that this is more in line with his daughter's interests, Old Man Mo is still good at dealing with Shouyi, and he has fulfilled his duties as a grandfather during the New Year's Festival. But it's just a duty, like a KPI without emotional investment.

But it's better than your own son. That was Old Man Mo's own grandson, but he almost didn't see him in those years. In the past few years, it has been a little better, and because he dislikes the child's father, he doesn't even have a good face for the child.

Mo Qingfang laughed at herself, and she didn't know whether it was right or wrong for her to return to the Mo family with her child.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in. ”

The secretary walked in with a cup of coffee and put it on the coffee table: "Mr. Fu, please use it." ”

Waiting for the secretary to exit the room, looking at Fu Shouyi, who was still standing there motionless, Mo Qingfang was helpless: "Okay, I admit it." After telling you the clues, I am also investigating privately. I'm thinking that you're abroad, and it may not be convenient. After all, I can get close to your mother—I mean my little sister—and maybe find it sooner. ”

"It's not profitable. Fu Shouyi was very calm.

It was very quiet in the room.

"I'm also a mother. Mo Qingfang said slowly, "Although I went back to the Mo family, I don't have anything to rely on." I'm not talking about how much money to share. I just hope that in the future, you will take more care of my son. ”

"You know ......"

"Regardless of your background, legally, you are the only heir to TP, and that's enough. ”

"Why do you think I'm going to promise you? ”

"Because, you are not really a member of the Mo family. You will be soft-hearted, you will not be able to let go, and you will bear the so-called responsibility. ”

Fu Shouyi was amused, and walked over to sit on the sofa in front of the coffee table: "How do I think you are taking advantage of my weakness." ”

"Do you think it's weakness? I think it's virtue. ”

Fu Shouyi rubbed his face, it was indeed too late, even if he didn't get over the jet lag, he couldn't help it. He picked up the coffee in front of him, "Huh!" He just took a sip and spit it out.

"American?"

"Well, I stay up late at night, I drink this, what's wrong?"

Fu Shouyi waved his hand, signaling that it was okay, but the coffee was no longer touched.

"Tell me, what the hell is the matter with me today, it can't be just for me to see her. ”

"'Yo Xing' and her food house have been working together. You should know that her shop deals in traditional food products in a modern way. Recently, Donglin has been in contact with her, and it seems that he wants to let her settle in Shangxi. We are a group of elderly people who are motivated, but when we encounter this kind of cooperation with large groups, we are always afraid that it will be a pit and ruin half of our life's hard work. She knew that TP started as a food product, and now it has many catering brands, so she wanted to consult with me for professional advice. After all, everyone knows that my little sister is the TP boss lady. ”

Shang Xi's matter, Fu Shouyi has already heard about it. also knew that it was a project for Donglin to practice Lin Li's skills.

It's not a big deal, Fu Shouyi should take it: "Okay, I'll inquire first." If she receives Donglin's documents or the like, let her give them to you if it's convenient, and I'll take a look at it first. ”

"I mean, do you want to contact directly. Mo Qingfang asked tentatively.

"Not yet. I'll wait until I return home at the end of the year. ”

"Okay. ”

"It's nothing, I'll go first. It's late, and you go back early to rest. Fu Shouyi stood up and prepared to leave.

"Wait. Mo Qingfang took out a piece of white paper folded in half from his pocket and opened it, and there was a long black hair lying quietly inside. She closed the paper again and gently pushed it in front of Fu Shouyi.

"No, thank you. Fu Shouyi glanced at it and sighed again, "A hair that falls out naturally is useless." ”

"Bang dang" waited for him to close the door, Mo Qingfang nestled back into the sofa and drank his cup of coffee slowly. She lowered her head and rubbed her knees, and the wide-leg pants made of cashmere wool made of wool felt good, light and warm.

When I was a child, I didn't like to wear cashmere, anyway, almost all the autumn and winter clothes were made of this material. After getting married, it's not that you can't afford it, but in terms of cost performance, choosing a jacket made of pure cashmere material is very luxurious and difficult to take care of.

I remember that before the Spring Festival of the year when my little sister got married, the three sisters met in private and at the café they used to go to.

The third sister is very caring, and she specially booked a private room, probably afraid that she would be embarrassed by acquaintances.

She wanted to go alone that day, but she couldn't resist the child to come along. The mother and son wore thick down jackets, scarves and gloves, and changed to a few buses, hurrying to catch up so that they were not late.

The café was more private, and after getting off the bus, it was a long walk, and the child was very excited to meet the two aunts. The child has always thought that the people in his mother's family are very beautiful, but he can't see them a few times a year.

When they arrived at the café, the doorman looked them up and down, and the look made her uncomfortable, but she understood. In fact, it doesn't matter if she's alone, but the child is there, and she doesn't want the child to be ridiculed.

Even when Mo Qingfang was still the eldest lady of the Mo family, she was not a frivolous person, she rarely frowned, and reported the name of the boss and the title of the manager only known to regular customers.

The owner of the house was a very nostalgic lady. Sure enough, the manager came out quickly, and when he saw that it was her, he had mixed feelings.

The manager, who almost watched her grow up, naturally knew the cause and effect. A middle-aged man with gray hair, dressed in a straight suit, squatted down politely to introduce himself to the child.

Children who grow up in ordinary families are flattered when they encounter someone talking to them like adults for the first time.

The manager led them around the small garden and directly into the private room through the side door to avoid being criticized by a group of regular customers.

The room was as warm as spring, as soon as he entered the door, Mo Qingfang helped the child take off his thick coat, and after a while, it was so hot that he had to take off the padded vest, and when he finally left, there was only a thin sweater left on the child. On the stool on the side, the clothes of the two mothers and children were piled up into a hill.

On the other hand, the two younger sisters have cashmere coats and cashmere dresses inside and out, and it's a big deal to add cashmere scarves. Of course, it will still be cold if they walk around outdoors, but they come by car, go by car, and there is heating at home, so the time they spend outdoors is very limited.

When leaving, the child innocently asked, "Auntie, aren't you cold?"

The two younger sisters couldn't answer for a while.

"Sister, I'll send you back. The third sister said.

"No, I don't. and not by the way, lest the old man know and blame you again. ”

During the Spring Festival that year, the third sister gave the child a cashmere sweater.

The child likes it very much, and he is reluctant to change it when he says it is warm.

The husband was unhappy, saying that the child was small, and it was easy to spoil when wearing too expensive clothes, and he was not a Mo family, so he didn't have so much money to support.

Every year in the future, the third sister will send one, just one. Mo Qingfang knew that his sister was taking into account their feelings, otherwise she would have sent a lot of them over.

Later, divorced. In the autumn of that year, she was still living in the Mo family's mansion.

The third sister directly called the tailor she was used to and ordered several outfits for the whole family, and she paid for it, saying that her husband had won a big project.

After measuring his body size, his son asked Mo Qingfang why he was willing to give up this family and run to marry his father.

My son was 18 years old that year, and he was an adult, thinking and wondering.

Mo Qingfang didn't say anything, she hoped that her son would never understand.

Withdrawing from the memories, Mo Qingfang put down the coffee, stared at the steaming cup of coffee that Fu Shouyi hadn't finished, and said to himself: "Of course hair without hair follicles is useless." Both of you have the same taste, you can't swallow a mouthful of American food, so you have to spit it out. ”

The mobile phone on the table rang, and Mo Qingfang picked it up: "Come on, I've got the thing, hurry up and send it to the appraisal center." It's all coffee with saliva, and the results are not urgent, but they must be accurate. ”