In the middle of the night, Fu Mochuan lightly returned to the bedroom across the wall.

There was still his temperature on his body, An Qing turned over, smelled the breath of the pillow, and thought vaguely, are they fighting at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed?

In the next second, she smiled faintly and bitterly, how could it be possible, there were still so many problems between the two, but it was just for the sake of Langcheng's face, tacitly maintaining the image of a loving couple.

The next day, Fu Mochuan prepared breakfast early, and he said at the table: "If you have something to do today, go and get busy, Langcheng or I will bring it." ”

"Don't you have to go to work?" An Qing glanced at the little bun who was eating seriously, and whispered, "You don't have to worry about Langcheng, I can arrange him." ”

"How?" Fu Mochuan's eyes stirred the spoon lightly: "Give him to your male friend again?" ”

Hearing the word male that he emphasized, An Qing pursed her lips speechlessly.

Lang Cheng also raised his face from the small rice bowl and glanced at Fu Mochuan thoughtfully.

Facing his clear gaze, Fu Mochuan added lightly: "You are busy with you, anyway, I am not the president now, I am happy to be idle." ”

An Qing lowered her eyes lightly, counting it, Fu Mochuan's resignation also had her share of the credit.

I don't know if he'll be able to regain his place.

"Actually, I'm going to work in Haina today." She thought for a while and said, "Mr. Fan wants to open up the entertainment market, and I will help him." ”

Mr. Fan.

Fu Mochuan's eyes flashed, and his eyebrows raised slightly, "Congratulations." ”

Fan Zhihai only has two daughters, no matter how unwilling the company is, he has to leave it to them, and he can let An Qing go back to help, which in itself is an affirmation of her identity.

An Qing didn't want to explain too much, just smiled faintly.

"What's the joy? I'm good at acting, but I'm a layman in business, maybe I'm going to drag my feet. "And for sure.

"That's as it should be, who called you his daughter."

Daughter.

An Qing sneered in his heart, he didn't tell him his plans, he was already very prejudiced against her, and what else could he expect to hear except to praise her for being scheming.

She believes that everything will fall out at some point.

Before leaving the door, she found a small bag and stuffed it with a lot of stuff.

"These are all the necessities of Langcheng, if you want to take him out, remember to bring it."

Fu Mochuan glanced at it casually, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "So many? ”

"It's all something to be used." An Qing took it out in the same way, and said uneasily: "Put this little mask on him as soon as he goes out, and there is a hat, it's windy outside, you give him a kit jacket, be careful of catching a cold." ”

It's already May, Fu Mochuan glanced at the bright sunshine outside the window, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"This is a sweat towel, put it in his clothes for him before exercising, remember to change it immediately when he gets sweaty, and also, absolutely no strenuous exercise, this is ......"

"Okay, I'll look at it." Fu Mochuan took the bag with a big palm and closed the zipper neatly: "You can work with peace of mind." ”

“……”

At Shang Anqing's gaze, Lang Cheng solemnly promised: "I will remind him." ”

“……”

Next to the garage, An Qing saw Fu Yi standing there with his chest crossed, dressed in black, his eyes calm, and he didn't know how long he had been silent.

"Mr. Fu asked me to continue to follow you." Seeing her coming, Fu Yi said lightly.

An Qing raised her eyebrows, didn't say anything, and handed over the car key in her hand: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

In the quiet carriage, she took the initiative to speak: "How is Fu Si recovering?" ”

"It's already done." Fu Yi looked ahead, and there was no expression on his bronzed face: "Thank you, Miss An, for your concern." ”

An Qing nodded, Fu Yi was the least talkative among the four bodyguards, and she was also used to his politeness.

The two sat in silence, and Fu Yi suddenly asked, "Miss An, how did you escape that day?" ”

"......" An Qing was silent for a moment, then turned her head to look at him: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to escape, but I have a reason why I have to go, Mr. Fu didn't blame you." ”

"Compared with Mr. Fu's blame, we blame ourselves even more, and we didn't even look at a person who couldn't see with our eyes." The complaining tone was also said by Fu Yi extremely flat, and when he encountered a red light at the intersection, he stopped the car and turned his head to glance at An Qing: "Miss An, forgive me for offending, no matter what reason you have, you have failed Mr. Fu's hard work." ”

“……”

An Qing was silent for a moment again, and asked calmly, "What painstaking work?" ”

Fu Yi actually played deep again at this time, held the steering wheel, and said with a glance: "I'm sorry, I can't say about Mr. Fu's privacy, if Miss An is curious, ask Mr. Fu personally." ”

This seems to be more difficult than asking the truth from Fu's mouth.

An Qing thought for a while, looked at him and asked, "How long have you been following Fu Mochuan?" ”

"Longer than you think."

Fu Yi replied ambiguously, the street lamp turned green, he restarted the engine, looking at his granite-like condensed face, An Qing did not continue to ask.

Fu Yi followed him into Haina step by step, and happened to meet Fan Zhihai in the elevator room.

"Early." The latter greeted her with a smile, turned his gaze to Fu Yi beside her, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who is this?" ”

Before An Qing could answer, Fu Yi took the initiative to speak: "Mr. Fu sent me to protect Miss An." ”

Mr. Fu......

Fan Zhihai raised his eyebrows, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker.

Therefore, Fu Mochuan still has affection for this daughter, and he is very pleased.

"Actually, I also arranged a few people to help you." He said, "Let them report to you later." ”

Ten minutes later, An Qing saw the person Fan Zhihai prepared for her, a man and a woman, the woman called herself Secretary Zhang, wearing a very sensual professional outfit, with a foxy face, needless to say, it was the one Fan Zhihai liked, and there was a 30-year-old male assistant, surnamed Hu, who looked exquisite.

"Miss An, I like to watch your plays, I'm your fan." Secretary Zhang's voice snorted, and his career line trembled as he spoke.

An Qing looked at her with a smile: "I've been out of the film for several years, which of my plays does Secretary Zhang like to watch the most?" ”

"It's that Alluring City Tribulation, it's really good, I've watched it back and forth many times," "Secretary Zhang seems to have done his homework, and he actually said it head-to-head."

The two talked happily, and if it wasn't for the upcoming meeting, I don't know how long they would have to talk.

The first day to Haina was quite smooth, at the meeting, Fan Zhihai introduced An Qing to the company's senior management, and her plan was also successfully approved, but her relationship with Fan Zhihai was not made public, and few people in the company knew that they were father and daughter.

Not long after An Qing left, Fu Mochuan followed him out, children just want to exercise more.

May in Dragon City is the most charming, full of spring, birds and flowers, and the breath of sunshine floating in the air.

After several twists and turns, Lu Zikun finally saw Fu Mochuan next to the bells and whistles merry-go-round, he was wearing a casual polo shirt, a pair of big sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, his hands in his pockets, and his silhouette was handsome and noble, which was indescribably eye-catching.

Fortunately, there were no people around, so he was able to keep quiet.

"You're alone?" He looked around in surprise, stood up, and stretched out his hand to hook his broad shoulder: "I'm grass, you have nothing wrong, you actually asked Lao Tzu to come here, and you thought you were playing field battles with which woman." ”

Fu Mochuan shook off his hand with two fingertips in disgust, lazily raised his watch and glanced at it, his sunglasses pushed up, and his eyes were obviously displeased.

"From this minute on, don't let me hear you say a dirty word."

"Yes, if you're a woman, I'll listen to you."

Fu Mochuan glanced at him coldly, and then the merry-go-round stopped, and he walked over.

Lu Zikun watched with great interest as he picked up a two- or three-year-old boy from the high wooden horse.

"Whose child?" He grinned and stepped forward and quipped, "Your bastard?" ”

"My son." Fu Mochuan threw it over with another roll of the eye: "Legal." ”

Lu Zikun's expression was stunned, and his face was incredulous.

"Your son?" He looked at Xiao Baozi carefully, the latter was wearing a white T-shirt and suspenders, a cute watermelon head, and big black and shiny eyes, looking at him with no expression, not to mention, that little look was really similar to when Fu Mochuan was flat.

"I'm grass, you actually hide that I have a son, and I've grown so big!"

His eyes widened more and more, and he couldn't help but step forward to touch Lang Cheng's tender little face, as if he wanted to confirm it, Lang Cheng turned his face sideways unhappily, looked at Fu Mochuan and said, "He's so noisy." ”

The sentence "......" is definitely not talking about him, Lu Zikun received 10,000 critical blows in his heart.

"I'm grass, I'm finally sure that this kid is your son, and he's as unlikable as you." Stared at Xiao Budian with a stupid face.

Fu Mochuan easily supported Lang Cheng with one palm, and with the other hand, he found something out of nowhere and stuffed it into his hand.

"And then."

Lu Zikun looked at it fixedly, it was a small parasol.

"What?"

"Still use me to teach?" Fu Mochuan nodded Nunu in his arms and glanced at him with disgust.

Lu Zikun looked at the parasol in his hand stupidly for a few seconds, and screamed incredulously.

"Grass, Fu Mochuan! Our friends for decades, who came and went in the wind and rain, were called by you in the hot quilt, and actually held an umbrella for your son who didn't know how many days he knew! ”

"Two days," Fu Mochuan said in a faint voice: "We have only known each other for two days. ”

Lang Cheng lay on Fu Mochuan's shoulder, looking at him with an expressionless little face.

Lu Zikun was stunned again, and then trotted to catch up.

He felt that his IQ must be offline today, and he really opened the parasol in his hand.

"Hey, your boy is really your son?"

Fu Mochuan didn't bother to pay attention to him, he rubbed Lang Cheng's little head with his big palm, and said in a gentle tone: "What are you playing again?" ”

Looking at his spoiling movements, Lu Zikun's eyes bulged again, and he had a tendency to fall out of his eye sockets at any time.

"Fu Laosan!" He clinged to the two of them, staring directly at Lang Cheng's palm-sized face, and the more he looked at it, the more unbelievable it became: "The more this kid looks more and more like you, who did you have a son with me behind your back!" ”