"Daddy, hug."

Fu Shihan leaned over and picked him up and walked towards the kitchen. After a while, he went upstairs with one hand and milk in the other.

On the second floor, Fu Shihan's bedroom.

He took off his coat and threw it on the chair, untying his tie while looking at Fu Yu'an, who had obediently finished drinking milk.

"Sleep here or go back?"

"Here!" Yang Yang blurted out almost instantly. "I'm going to sleep with my dad!"

Fu Shihan nodded in agreement, Yang Yang was afraid that he would regret it, so he quickly climbed out of bed to brush his teeth, and then quickly ran back into the quilt and closed his eyes.

Fu Shihan watched his set of movements like flowing water on the side, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

In the past three years, he has come back to live only a handful of times. It's not that I don't want to go back, and it's not that I hate this kid.

It's just because of this family, there are traces left by Su Wanxin everywhere, because this child has an inseparable relationship with Su Wanxin.

Everything here was like a sharp blade to him. He was stabbed at once, and there was no blood, but the knife was deadly.

"Ripple."

After looking at the villain on the bed for a long time, Fu Shihan called him by name in a low voice.

"Huh?" Yangyang quickly opened his eyes, and he didn't feel sleepy. "In!"

"Do you want to see your mother?"

When he had finished asking, he saw the man on the bed scrambling to get up.

Yangyang held his breath, his face full of disbelief. "I... Can I see my mother? ”

For Fu Yu'an, a three-year-old child, it is a great luxury to be able to see his father.

He had never seen his mother, and there was no maid in the house.

Fu Shihan agreed to him with a complicated mood, the child was simple-minded and coaxing, and after a while, he fell asleep and no longer asked questions.

The news that Fu Shihan has a son is extremely confidential, and few people know about it except for his family. So Su Wanxin repeatedly investigated several times after coming back, and the results were the same-

Fu Shihan has no son.

This made Su Wanxin very anxious and annoyed.

And since that day, Fu Shihan asked her to go to the banquet in the evening and released her pigeons, three days have passed in a blink of an eye.

On the sofa, Su Wanxin was watching TV and eating snacks. Mu Suyu knocked on the phone for a long time next to her and turned her head to look at her.

"Wanwan, we've been stuffy at home for a few days, can we go out at night to relax?"

Su Wanxin didn't even look at her, and directly debunked her little tricks: "Don't let me accompany you to work and make money, right?" ”

"No, no, no, not this time!" Mu Suyu assured with a serious face: "Do you remember the unlucky male star a few days ago?" ”

“…… Lin Yifan? What happened to him? ”

"He bought me two amulets yesterday, and then I chatted with him for a while, and he gave me two invitations to the banquet."

As she spoke, Mu Suyu took out her things, rubbed them against Su Wanxin, and hugged her to be coquettish.

"The novels I wrote have not been popular, and after continuous self-examination, I think it may be because I have not been exposed to high society and have not integrated into it!"

Mu Suyu is serious nonsense.

Lin Yifan said that this was their company's dinner, and many celebrities would attend. The heroine of my novel is a third-rate star, so I want to experience it for myself! ”

Su Wan wanted to speak and stopped.

She thought of Mu Suyu's miserable experience of earning 800 yuan in five months after writing her last novel, and she didn't want to hit her child's self-esteem, after all, it is always a good thing to have a dream.

"Then wouldn't it be better for you to go alone? What are you pulling me for? ”