washed away the unpleasant smell of perfume, and Fu Yiran went home with a thermal lunch box. Looking at the bright lights in the house, he felt indescribable warmth in his heart.

"Wife, I'm back, what are you doing?" Fu Yiran entered the door, changed his shoes, and went to find the figure of the little wife.

In the restaurant, Fu Siqing didn't know what he was busy with, and he was still wearing an apron. Fu Yiran put down the insulated lunch box, and suddenly smelled a burning smell, and when he came back to his senses, the pot was almost blown up.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, turned off the fire, and stepped forward to protect Fu Siqing, "Are you okay?"

"I just want to cook. Fu Siqing was hugged by him, leaning on his shoulder, looking at the food that had been spoiled, and wanted to cry without tears.

"It's okay, it's okay, whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you. Fu Yiran helped her untie her apron, pulled her to sit down, and carefully checked whether she was injured.

Fu Siqing's hand was splashed with oil, and a red blood blister appeared. Fu Yiran wiped it with alcohol and put a band-aid on her, "You are not allowed to enter the kitchen in the future!"

"I didn't mean to, who knew that the temperature was so difficult to control, and it was mushy at once. Fu Siqing pouted, a little aggrieved, "You came back so late, I had to do it myself." ”

"My fault, my fault, I will definitely come back on time in the future to make food for my wife. ”

"Fu Yiran, what does it smell like on your body?" Fu Siqing leaned over and sniffed vigorously, "Where have you been?

He has obviously taken a bath, so he won't still have the smell of fat powder on Cheng Mo's body, right?

"What smell?" Fu Yiran became a little nervous, lowered his head and sniffed, "There is no smell." ”

"Did you take a shower?"

"Ahh ”

"Not the smell of shower gel at home. ”

"That...... I went to the hospital today, and I was afraid that the smell of disinfectant water would be annoying, so I took a shower before coming back. Fu Yiran turned his head, avoided her gaze, and opened the insulated lunch box, "Look, your porridge Aunt Xin has eaten clean, and she also praises your craftsmanship." ”

"Whoever asked her to boast, I didn't do it for her. Fu Siqing raised his head with an expression of indifference.

"Okay, okay, I'm too troublesome, next time I'll drink it myself, no one will give it!" Fu Yiran pinched her arrogant face, got up and tied an apron, and opened the refrigerator, "What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat you. ”

"Huh?" Fu Yiran looked sideways, his eyes were evil, "Are you sure?"

"Want to eat the steak you made. ”

"Okay, wife, wait a minute, I'll make it for you right away. ”

Fu Siqing sat at the dining table, watching Fu Yiran skillfully fire, pour oil, a series of actions, she picked her fingers, and asked out loud: "Fu Yiran, I threw away your clothes, will you be angry?"

Fu Yiran flipped through the steak and replied without hesitation: "Of course I won't be angry." But, my wife, where did my clothes mess with you?"

Fu Siqing picked up the white shirt with lip prints from the trash can and walked up to him, "I need an explanation." ”

"What?" Fu Yiran turned his head and saw the bright lipstick marks on the crumpled clothes, "What's the situation? This is my clothes?!"

"Of course, do you know how you got back the day you got drunk?"

"Han Zeyu sent me back. ”

"No, no, no, it's Cheng Mo. Fu Siqing had a smile on her face and said softly, "It was Cheng Mo who sent you back, and then when I helped you undress, I found this in my chest." ”

"It must be Han Zeyu's ghost!" Fu Yiran dragged the clothes from her hand, threw them directly into the trash, and then packed them and threw them out.

When he came back, he directly dialed Han Zeyu's phone, still speakerphone: "Han Zeyu, are you trying to kill me!"

"Fu Yiran, what kind of nerves do you have?!"

"I had dinner with your dad that day, I drank too much, why didn't you send me back?"

"You didn't come home?!"

"No, I mean, why wasn't it you who sent me home?!"

"Big brother! If you get drunk and let your wife pick you up, no one will let you touch you! Finally, if you stop the meeting, I will ask Uncle Li to send you back, there was something wrong at home at that time, and I couldn't leave. Don't tell me you didn't come home that day?!"

"It's okay, hang up!" Fu Yiran was afraid of making more mistakes, so he hung up the phone directly.

Fu Siqing was suspicious, and was taken away by the "Uncle Li" in Han Zeyu's mouth for a while.

"Look, I'll just say that Han Zeyu did it! How do I know that the dead woman brought me back? Don't mention her, ruin my mood. Fu Yiran made the steak and brought it to the table, "Eat quickly!"

Fu Siqing was stunned, picked up the knife and fork, and didn't start for a long time, "Who is Uncle Li?"

"It's Han Zeyu's driver, what's wrong?"

"What's Uncle Li's name?"

"I don't know, it's just a driver, why are you interested in him?"

"Maybe I'm thinking too much. Fu Siqing took care of himself and ate the steak by himself, anyway, there are so many people with the surname Li, it can't be so coincidental.

Fu Yiran was glad that he had done something to Cheng Mo's woman, otherwise she might have done something to hurt the people around him.

Looking at the dishes that were spoiled by Fu Siqing, he felt that he was swearing too much, and he was afraid that this guarantee ticket would be wasted.

"Wife, will you cook something simple?" he still had the last glimmer of hope.

"Omelette, count?"

"Count! Omelette is a technical job. Fu Yiran praised first and then said, "Help me fry a few eggs tomorrow morning?"

"Are you sure you want to eat my fried egg?"

"Sure!"

"OK, I'll do it for you tomorrow morning. ”

When Fu Siqing heard him say this, he was still a little happy in his heart. At least there is someone who is willing to recognize her ability to cook.

Fu Yiran took Fu Siqing's "omelette", secretly made a few stomach dishes, packed them and took them to the hospital.

"Aunt Xin, I made you something good today. Fu Yiran took out the side dishes that could be eaten first.

"Someone made this?" Jiang Xinyi looked at the attractive color and aroma of the vegetables, and was a little suspicious, "It's the same, I've eaten the dishes you made, I remember the taste." ”

was debunked.

Fu Yiran could only take out the hard-boiled eggs that were fried at the bottom, "This was made by someone." ”

"I knew it. Jiang Xinyi smiled, picked up the chopsticks and took a piece, and tasted it, "It's okay, although it has no taste." ”

"Sisi she doesn't know anything delicious, the seafood porridge I learned from my mother is okay, I have drunk it, it tastes very good. Let her try it tomorrow?"

"Okay, let's see if you've learned the essence of your mother. Jiang Xinyi only ate a few bites, but she couldn't eat anymore, her face was pale, and she looked weaker and weaker, "It's the same, I want to trouble you today." ”

"Aunt Xin, you say, I will definitely be able to do it. ”

"Can you buy Lingmei Group?"

Fu Yiran was stunned, "Aunt Xin, you ......"

"I feel that my days are numbered, and I want to hand over all the shares in my hand to you and Sisi. There are many things I can only tell you. Again, only you can reassure me. I hope you can think about it and give me an answer as soon as possible. ”

"Aunt Xin, you'll be fine. Fu Yiran held her hand, his eyes were full of tears, at this moment, he was like a child, and he finally couldn't hold back the sadness in his heart.

"After I leave, you must take good care of Sisi. She has suffered too much and suffered too much, and I have not fulfilled my responsibilities as a mother......"

The room door was pushed open.

Fu Siqing looked at the woman in front of her who she had hated for many years, her eyes were dense, and she felt that a big stone was blocked in her chest, making her unable to breathe. Her hands clutched the corners of her clothes, and she was worried that she would not be able to bear it in the next second and fainted.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Xinyi put on a cold face and said in a deep voice: "Fu Siqing, are you here to see my jokes?"

Fu Siqing took a deep breath, adjusted his chaotic aura, and slowly spoke: "Yes, of course I came to see your jokes." You've made me an orphan, I've hated you for so many years, and now I don't know how happy I am to hear the news that you're terminally ill. ”

Fu Yiran went up to hug her, and the tall figure cut off the sight of her and Jiang Xinyi, "Shall we go out first?"

"Again, let her stay, I have something to say. ”

"Aunt Xin. ”

"It's okay, I'm afraid I won't say some things, and I won't have a chance in the future. ”

Fu Yiran grabbed Fu Siqing's shoulder, comforted her and sat down, waiting for Jiang Xinyi to speak: "Fu Siqing, you should live well in London, do you know that your father did his best to take care of you back then, not to let you come back and do something stupid with hatred." ”

"Then I don't have the slightest right to know?" she couldn't live a good life by herself without incident.

"If the truth is a disservice to you, I don't think your father wants you to know either. ”

"You are all for my own good, and you don't want me to be hurt?! What is the reason for this! You gave birth to me, but you don't want me, and you killed my father and took everything from our Fu family, what do you think I should do?!"

"I don't deserve to be your mother, I admit it. Jiang Xinyi didn't know how to say it, so she still gave up, "Forget it, you will know some things sooner or later." I didn't kill your father, and everything Ling Mei is doing now is also what I have worked hard to maintain until now. I will pay you back what I owe you. I'm tired, you guys go back first!"

Outside the ward, Fu Yiran hugged her, and after a long time asked, "Why did you come here?"

Fu Siqing took out his mobile phone from his pocket and clicked on the strange text message to show him: Fu Siqing, your mother who you have hated for many years has advanced stomach cancer, this news should make you very happy. By the way, by the way, I'll show you another good thing, haven't you always been able to find out what happened to your father? I have a picture here, I hope it can answer your doubts.

There is also a screenshot photo below the text.

Fu Yiran took her to the car and sent a message to Han Zeyu: You can send out the video of Cheng Mo.

A few seconds later, Han Zeyu replied to him: No need, she committed suicide.

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