Underground garage.

Fu Mianmian leaned on the car window, staring at the scorching sun: "Mianmian hasn't seen my godmother for a long time, I have a lot to say to my godmother, is it okay for my godmother to sleep with me tonight?"

In the main car, Fu Changqi looked at the sun standing in front of the rear car window from the rearview mirror.

Black baggy T, black baggy slacks, a pair of black sneakers on his feet, a black peaked cap on his head, long hair pressed under the hat, draped over the shoulders, revealing very white skin.

Her mask was pulled up to her chin, and she was bending down to talk to Fu Mianmian in the car.

The first time I saw the sun was in the hospital.

She seems to have a penchant for black.

It was winter at that time, and she was wearing a loose black down jacket, wrapping her beautiful figure in loose clothes, but she couldn't hide her beautiful seductive face.

The sun, who is not yet twenty years old, is young and stubborn, with sharp edges and corners.

Jiaoyang is not a patient person, but he always has endless patience for Fu Mianmian.

Fu Changqi sometimes feels that Jiaoyang is more like Fu Mianmian's mother than Shen Lan.

"Mr. Fu!" Jiaoyang comforted Fu Mianmian and walked to the co-pilot's window.

Hearing the sound of the scorching sun, Fu Changqi came back to his senses, and his gloomy eyes fell on the scorching sun's face.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu, for your hospitality tonight. Jiaoyang smiled lightly, "My car stopped in Area C and passed first." ”

After speaking, Jiaoyang didn't wait for Fu Changqi to speak, waved his hand to Fu Mianmian, pulled on his mask and walked straight to Area C.

Fu Mianmian looked at the back of the scorching sun, pouted and sighed, "Dad, why are you so useless!"

Fu Changqi glanced at his daughter, "You like godmother so much?"

"Don't you like godmother?"

Fu Changqi put his tongue on the top socket, and after two seconds, he said, "Smart and beautiful women, who doesn't like them." ”

Fu Mianmian nested in the back compartment, feeling a little lost.

Although Jiaoyang is not her biological mother, she is closer to Jiaoyang than her biological mother Shen Lan.

She all knew that her parents had a bad relationship, and she also knew that they would divorce sooner or later.

She thinks there's nothing wrong with this, she doesn't like her mother, if her father is divorced, she can be with her godmother.

However, godmother doesn't seem to like dad very much?

In the past, my godmother would often go to the house to accompany her, but the number of visits in the past two years has been very rare.

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As soon as I drove back to my apartment, it started raining outside.

Large raindrops smashed on the windows, crackling, and on the roof of the building in the distance, a phone call flashed, followed by a rumbling thunder, and the whole city trembled.

After standing by the window for a while, Jiaoyang picked up his mobile phone and dialed Sheng Linglan.

The phone was connected, and Feng Panpan's loud cry came from there.

"What are you doing?" said the sun went back to the couch and lay down.

"Beat your sister!" Sheng Linglan was panting, thinking that she was not lightly angry.

Jiaoyang asked, "The little chubby girl is in trouble again?"

"Sister help...... Mommy is going to beat me to death......"

Sun: "......"

Well played!

Sheng Linglan didn't speak to Jiaoyang for a while, and Feng Panpan's crying, Feng Jianhua's voice, and Sheng Linglan's scolding over there were all in a mess.

The sun listened quietly and didn't hang up.

After seven or eight minutes, the voices grew quieter.

Sheng Linglan adjusted her mood and asked, "Have you been busy with work lately?"

"It's okay, I joined the group in mid-October, and I've been reading the script recently. ”

"Where's the body, have you eaten well?"

Jiaoyang smiled: "Don't treat me as a chubby girl, I'm in my twenties." ”

Sheng Linglan was silent for a moment and said, "Even if you are seventy or eighty years old, you are still my daughter!"

Hearing this, Jiaoyang actually felt a little astringent in his heart.

She smiled and asked, "What about you, didn't you say that your shoulders and neck were uncomfortable before?

"Uncle Feng and I don't have to worry about you, we'll take care of ourselves!" Sheng Linglan paused and said, "Jiaoyang, you have made enough money, you should also think about the future." ”

Jiaoyang didn't answer, and after a while, he said, "Haven't you and Uncle Feng been called recently?"

Sheng Linglan turned around and looked at the little boy who was wiping her daughter's tears with a tissue, and sighed: "This kid is too smart, he may already know it in his heart, but when I ask you Uncle Feng about him, he never answers positively." ”

"Mom......" Jiaoyang's voice was a little hollow, "You said that you know everything, will he hate me?"

Sheng Linglan wanted to comfort Jiaoyang, but it was really difficult to say what kind of temperament she had.

If it is Feng Panpan, it is estimated that two ice creams can be coaxed properly.

After talking to Sheng Linglan on the phone, the sun lost sleep at night.

At the beginning, she threw her to Sheng Linglan and came to S City alone, she wanted to make money, and she was crazy.

Only with money can she give a good life.

Later, I met Fu Mianmian, a girl about the same age as Mimian.

After Fu Mianmian was born, her health was not very good, and Jiaoyang felt sorry for her, and gave Fu Mianmian the love she should have given to her without reservation.

Did she do something wrong?

The next day, Xiang Ran purchased some vegetables and fruits for Jiaoyang, made some food and put it in the refrigerator, and then left a message for Jiaoyang, and left quietly.

The sun slept heavily until the afternoon, and when he got up and saw the post-it notes left by Xiang Ran, he took out the food from the refrigerator, heated it up, and ate it casually.

When the phone rang, Jiaoyang had just washed the dishes and chopsticks.

Looking at the caller ID, Jiaoyang was stunned for a while, hesitating whether to answer or not.

It has been many days since the clothes were sent to Guan Yu, and she believes that Guan Yu has already received them.

But over the years, Guan Yu has never looked for her once.

What day is it, why did you suddenly take the initiative to call her. Seeing that the bell was about to sound, Jiaoyang pressed the answer button.

"Do you have time at night?" Guan Yu's voice was light and steady.

Jiaoyang sneered: "Which one are you?"

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment, and then he said, "Guan Yu." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Guan!" Jiaoyang said casually: "Mr. Guan called, is there something?"

Guan Yu: "Didn't I say that I owe you a meal?"

"Oh, rice......" The sun is not salty or light: "I'll just say casually, is Mr. Guan still serious? Mr. Guan is a busy man, how dare I delay Mr. Guan's time!"

Guan Yu heard the cynicism in Jiaoyang's words, and asked calmly, "Miss Sheng is angry about that day?"

The hot sun's mood became dry all of a sudden, and his voice directly rose by several decibels, "What do I have to be angry about!"