Fu listened, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little solemn.

Mingzhi and Fu Zhuang were silent, thinking of the bad things that Fu Pei had done in the past on the live broadcast, and finally realized guiltily that their behavior was a little too hurtful.

Fu Pei's dark eyes trembled slightly, the tip of his tongue touched the groove behind the forest, and he bent the corner of his lips.

In fact, at his age, he doesn't look forward to the love of his parents.

But Fu Ting always thinks about him and wants to give him a lot of love, so he feels very sweet.

If he can get such a good Fu Ting by enduring hardship, he would rather live in a quagmire for the rest of his life.

Mingzhi and Fu Zhuang suddenly raised their heads and glanced at each other, and then grabbed Fu Pei's hand with full tacit understanding.

Mingzhi's eyes were slightly red, "That's right, I'm sorry, it's my mother who ignored you, but my mother didn't mean not to love you, after you lost it, your father and I never gave up looking for you." ”

Fu Zhuang also said, "That's right, it's just that we don't have girls in our family, and suddenly we have such a lovely granddaughter, so it is inevitable that we will pay attention to it, all the men in the Fu family come over like this, you just get used to it." ”

Fu Pei, who had never felt the attention and love of his parents, couldn't resist their enthusiasm for a while, and his face showed a hesitant look.

But when his eyes fell on Fu Ting, the girl curled the corners of her lips and smiled at him encouragingly.

Like, don't be afraid, Dad, accept their love for you.

He licked his lips and held back the discomfort, very hard, reluctantly, with a stiff smile at his parents.

"Pei, we've always kept your room for you, I'll take you to see it."

Mingzhi was about to pull Fu Pei upstairs, but when the group walked into the house, they suddenly heard the sound of mournful music coming from the courtyard behind, faintly mixed with very exaggerated and false howls.

"What sound?" Fu Sixing frowned and looked out with a strange expression.

Mingzhi and Fu Zhuang's expressions were in unison for a while, no, something big is going to happen!

"It's nothing, I just know that the person I went to find played music and welcomed Pei home!" Mingzhi intends to pass the test with ambiguity.

At this time, a servant ran over, "Mrs. is back, the funeral of the young master you asked me to arrange is already in progress." ”

Mingzhi seemed to be stabbed in the back by a needle, and immediately denied it, "What is it, don't talk nonsense." ”

"Isn't this Mrs. yours? Your young master can't be found, he's already dead, let's specially prepare the funeral? ”

The maid didn't understand Mingzhi's crazy hint in his eyes, and walked over with a document in his hand, and after spreading it out, there were all kinds of tomb maps on it, "There is also this young master's cemetery, Mrs. see which one to choose for the young master to be buried in the ground." ”

Everyone looked up at Mingzhi almost strangely, "......"

Mingzhi, "......"

What, she was about to try to explain.

Fu Pei suddenly walked towards the backyard, only to see a circle of servants sitting in the courtyard, incense on a simple mourning hall, and their faces were heavy, like mourning.

"Young master, you died so miserably!" Everyone was crying in unison, as if they were reading the texts aloud in the morning, it was really like that.

The maid was excited, "Madame, you want the atmosphere, I asked them to pretend, isn't it very much like a funeral scene." ”

Fu Pei, who is still alive and well, just watched this scene, "......"