Fang Yishui is only twenty-three years old, but he has a wealth of work experience.

Supermarket promotions, cosmetics shopping guides, wine promotions, leaflet distribution, restaurant waiters...... There are all kinds of things, but the key is that she started working part-time in the first year of junior high school.

When Fang Changde was interrogated last night, he said that he had failed in business and owed a lot of foreign debts. His evergreen hardware factory was also famous, and there is no record in the information that he divorced Fang Yishui's mother.

In this case, Fang Yishui has been working so hard to make money, what is it for?

Chen Zui is serious in his work, and there is also information about Fang Yishui's mother attached to him, and he is also diligent in his work. I work during the day and work part-time at night, almost all year round.

Thinking of Fang Yishui's indifference when he mentioned Fang Changde, his heart sank.

took out his mobile phone and made a call to Chen Zui: "Why don't you have Fang Changde's information?"

"Brother Bei! Beiye! You have to be in such a hurry, how can I have time to prepare? Her old man has already checked half of it, and it's not complete yet, so I didn't bring it to you, but I tell you, that old man is a real scumbag......"

Chen Zui has obsessive-compulsive disorder in checking people, and likes to find out clearly year by year, so he doesn't check very quickly.

After hearing this, Feng Beiling smiled and thanked him.

After hanging up the phone, he dialed another number: "Where is Fang Changde...... Put? Who let the put...... Okay, I got it. ”

He narrowed his eyes, his narrow eyes uncertain......

When he returned to Qingfeng Villa after work, Feng Beiling immediately knocked on Fang Yishui's door, and no one answered for a long time.

The fat aunt who was cooking heard the movement and came out to take a look: "Abei is back!" Wanwan said that the flower gallery in front of her was good-looking, and she went there for a walk. ”

Feng Beiling nodded: "Okay, I'll take a look."

He held a bouquet of roses in his hand, thought about it, and put it straight to the door.

Fang Yishui was sitting in a daze in the flower gallery, and a few minutes ago her uncle called her, saying that Fang Changde was going to make trouble with them and asked them to ask Fang Yishui to return the house to him.

Oh, joke!

She was a little upset, because she cared about her grandmother and uncle, and she really didn't want them to be harassed.

In the distance, there is a large wall of roses, on which the afterglow of the setting sun is sprinkled brightly and colorfully. The breeze sent bursts of floral fragrance, Fang Yishui closed his eyes and took a deep breath, refreshing his heart, and his mood seemed to be better.

"Like roses?" Feng Beiling's voice broke the silence.

Fang Yishui slowly opened her eyes, and the afterglow slipped into her eyes, and her dark eyes were like stars studded with stars, shining brightly.

She grinned and buried her sorrow in her heart: "Mr. Feng is back." I'll just take a look, Rose, I prefer sunflowers. ”

In fact, she doesn't like sunflowers, but this flower has a good name, and her life is sunny and full of hope.

Sometimes, she also hopes that a beam of light can shine into her life and drive away the darkness of the first half of her life.

"Sunflowers?" Feng Beiling muttered and looked at the rose, but didn't say anything more.

They sat and watched the fiery clouds burn for ten minutes, and the sun gradually set, leaving only a crescent moon that remained.

Feng Beiling looked down, her long eyelashes blinked slightly, like a dancing little butterfly, and her hearts melted: "Let's go, go home and eat."

"Hmm." She stood up deftly and smiled at him.

After returning home, as usual, Feng Beiling sat down next to Fang Yishui, and the fat aunt was opposite them.

Fang Yishui had no appetite and wanted to drink the soup first.

Seeing this, Feng Beiling naturally took her bowl.

Her heart was inexplicably warm, but her nose suddenly became a little sour.

All this, if only it were true.

After the soup bowl was placed in front of her, she looked at him with a smile and picked up the spoon to drink the soup.

As soon as he took a few sips, Feng Beiling's mobile phone rang, and Fang Yishui was startled and dropped the spoon into the soup bowl.

"Ahh Soup spilled into her eyes.

"Don't rub it!" Feng Beiling pulled away her subconscious hand, and hurriedly pulled out a tissue to help her wipe it, "Fat aunt, twist a towel here." ”

During the movements, the faces of the two got closer and closer.

"Open your eyes and see if it hurts? Is seeing things blurry? The voice was so soft that it was a mess.

Fang Yishui saw himself in his eyes as soon as he opened his eyes, and his concern was also in full view.

The heartbeat was suddenly chaotic, and the "puff puff" was about to reach the throat.

The warm breath sprayed on her face, tickling.

She pushed him away in a panic, and for the first time it was difficult to be polite: "I'm not hungry, you can eat."