The dishes ordered by Song Baoxuan didn't take long to come up, they looked good, and the taste was okay.

However, Song Baoxuan didn't feel very amazing, after all, there were too many dishes grown in the space.

Song Baoxuan patronized and ate, and didn't notice that when a black car passed by outside, the people inside stared at her for a long time.

The driver was suddenly stopped by Fu Yichen, and he didn't know what happened, but he was just a driver, and Fu Yichen stopped and pulled over.

Fu Yichen's heartbeat was abnormal when he saw the girl in the restaurant, but he didn't remember the girl.

After the driver watched the car stop, Fu Yichen just sat in the back in a daze and did not get out of the car.

He looked back at the handsome man with a cold face, and cried out in confusion.

"Young Master?"

Fu Yichen rubbed his temples, this is his old problem, he often has headaches, no matter what medicine he takes, it is useless.

"Young Master, do you have a pain in your head again? Do you want to go back now? ”

Fu Yichen pursed his mouth and said.

"Wait a minute, go back a hundred meters."

The driver didn't know what Fu Yichen was going to do, but according to Fu Yichen's words, he retreated a hundred meters.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

"Retreat."

"Okay."

"Stop."

The black car was parked not far from the restaurant where Song Baoxuan was eating, and Fu Yichen looked at Song Baoxuan's side face quietly for a few minutes.

At this time, it began to drizzle, and the driver urged.

"Young Master, we should go back."

Of course, Fu Yichen knew that he should go back, otherwise Fu Shen would be dissatisfied.

"Well, I see, you go buy me a bouquet of flowers, and I'll take it to my mother later."

The driver was a little puzzled, it was the first time he saw Fu Yichen wanting to buy flowers, but when he heard that he was going to buy them for Lin Ya, he immediately got out of the car.

"Okay, may I ask the young master what flowers do you want to buy?"

Fu Yichen looked at the carnation on Song Baoxuan's table and blurted out directly.

"Carnations."

Song Baoxuan planned to go back to the hotel after eating and checking out, but it happened to rain outside.

She stood at the door of the restaurant and wondered whether to go back directly in the rain, the rain was not heavy, but she ran back to the hotel and was almost wet.

Just as she was about to run back to the hotel in a hurry, a child brought her an umbrella.

"Sister, this umbrella is for you."

"For me?"

Song Baoxuan looked at the child who suddenly appeared, and the umbrella in his hand was a little confused.

But then it occurred to me that maybe this kid was an umbrella seller.

"How much?"

The child looked not far ahead.

"No money."

Then he leaned his umbrella against the wall next to Song Baoxuan and ran away.

"Eh, don't run!"

The little child disappeared all of a sudden, and Song Baoxuan sighed.

Then he looked at the place where the child had been looking, but there was nothing but the passing cars.

She picked up the umbrella leaning against the wall, and then opened it, it was a pitch-black umbrella, but the umbrella was quite large, and Song Baoxuan pushed back to the hotel and the rain didn't drench her at all.

Song Baoxuan took the umbrella back to the hotel room, and then opened it to dry.

As soon as Fu Yichen walked into the living room, he saw Fu Shen sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and Lin Ya arranging flowers on the side.

Fu Yichen walked up to Fu Shen and shouted.

"Father."

Then he looked at Lin Ya and shouted.

"Mother."

Fu Shen's eyes did not take his eyes off the newspaper, and said lightly.

"Twenty minutes late."

Fu Yichen didn't have any expression on his face, he put the flower in his hand on the table.

"This is a flower for my mother."

Lin Ya heard Fu Yichen say that she had bought flowers for herself, and she broke a flower.

Fu Shen also put down the newspaper and looked at Fu Yichen, Fu Yichen's move of buying flowers was too strange, this was not like his usual style.

Fu Shen tapped his fingers on the table, stared at Fu Yichen for about a minute, and then said with a smile.

"Buying flowers? It's rare for you to have this filial piety, Xiaoya, you take the flowers and plug them in. ”

Lin Ya picked up the flowers that Fu Yichen bought, and said to Fu Yichen with a smile.

"Yi Chen, it's good that you have a heart, you don't have to buy this kind of flower outside in the future, this smell doesn't smell like a precious flower, but you have to waste a vase in vase."

Fu Yichen nodded in response.

"That's what Mother said."

"You are young, there are many things you don't understand, not all flowers in our family can be put out, but this is also your heart."