Fu Shihan knew that it would be no good to take her back to face to face with the two old men at this time. In that case, let them be separated for a while as they wish.

It's just that he is not happy about this day of separation, and they don't want to be comfortable.

……

The night is long, and the dawn is ushered in.

Fu Shihan got up and drove back to the old house, and after entering the door, he heard the sound of smashing things from the house.

Here, there is only one person who can do this kind of thing, and is interested in having the courage to do this kind of thing, Fu Yu'an.

Fu Shihan walked slowly into the main hall, on the sofa, Fu Yansheng was sitting there, with a chessboard in front of him, and Fu Shili sitting opposite.

In the restaurant in the distance, three servants hurriedly coaxed the little ancestor on the chair and the bowl on the table, bringing one to the other.

"Brother." Fu Shili turned his head to look at him and said hello. Fu Shihan let out a salty "um" and continued to look in the direction of the restaurant.

"I run around outside every day, and I don't know how to take care of my children."

Fu Yansheng glanced at Fu Shihan and said coldly. Yangyang on the other side of the restaurant seemed to hear the movement here, turned his head to look over, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Fu Shihan.

"It's quite rhythmic, good, keep going."

Fu Shihan met his somewhat uneasy gaze from the air and laughed lightly.

Yangyang pouted, not quite understanding what he meant. Others were also confused, because Fu Shihan has always liked to mock and say the opposite.

But Yangyang thought about it for a while and figured it out.

Dad said no, it just didn't work.

Dad said keep going, that's going on.

So, he let go of his courage and continued to make trouble, and followed Fu Shihan's advice.

What are you doing when you drop a bowl, it's a worthless thing, if you want to drop it, you can drop something expensive.

Didn't grandpa buy a new antique vase? Didn't grandpa get a few new calligraphy and paintings? It's all in the study. It's so much fun to go there.

Yang Yang jumped off the stool, took a step on his calf, and ran straight upstairs. Fu Yansheng glared, hurriedly asked someone to stop him, and then angrily scolded Fu Shihan.

"What do you teach your children? Can't you teach something good? ”

"Why is it bad for me to teach him to distinguish between high and low value?" Fu Shihan nodded Fu Shili's shoulder and asked him to change places. He sat opposite Fu Yansheng and played chess with him.

"My son, it's not good that you won't even be able to distinguish between the high and low of things in the future."

He was talking serious nonsense, absentmindedly looking at the layout on the chessboard. In a few minutes, the game is resolved.

"I'm in a bad mood today, so I won't let you."

Fu Shihan put down the last chess piece and got up and went upstairs.

Yangyang was sitting on the stairs, looking at him with a small face in his hands, and when he saw him coming, he quickly stood up and wanted to run back to the room. As a result, he ran too quickly, fell on the stairs with a snap, and his body slid down, and was finally picked up by Fu Shihan.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see Grandpa's new baby."

"Fu Shihan, get out of here for me!" When Fu Yansheng heard this, he slapped the table angrily. After Fu Shihan heard this, he turned around.

"What's the matter, can't you even see?"

“……”

"It turns out that your old man also understands what it feels like to have a baby ruined." Fu Shihan teased with a smile, "The knife has to be stabbed into the death hole, isn't this what you taught me, I'm teaching Yangyang now, isn't it appropriate?" ”

There was something in his words that no one could hear wrong.

Even Fu Yu'an's children vaguely heard that his father was arguing with his grandfather.

He thought for a moment and suddenly spoke.

"Come on, Dad!"