"Fu Langcheng......" Fu Botao chewed these words slowly, his white eyebrows tightened, as if he was making some decision, he leaned less, and he said coldly: "No matter what method you use, take him back to me immediately." ”

No matter why this child came to the Fu family, he has the blood of the Fu family in his body, and it is up to him to decide whether to leave or not.

"No problem." Fu Mochuan's voice was silent: "There are two more days, if you don't say it in two days, I will definitely bring him back." ”

Two days.

Fu Botao frowned slightly, and saw Fu Mochuan speak indifferently: "But I don't dare to guarantee whether you can keep him at that time, because in two days, he may no longer be the William you are familiar with, nor my son, but regard us as enemies, and hate the Fu family for the rest of his life......"

Outside the corridor, Fu Zhensheng looked at the guard standing on the side, and his eyebrows twisted slightly: "Has the child found it?" ”

"I heard that he was found by the third young man, and Fu Lao is asking in the room."

It's good to find it, it's a lot of trouble early in the morning, the child is really lost, Fu Zhensheng can't imagine it.

"Next time, keep an eye on the child, don't make any mistakes to make the old man upset."

"We understand."

He nodded, glanced at William's room, was in no mood to listen to the old man's complaints, and turned his head to walk towards the living room.

So, he missed something about him.

In the small blue room, Fu Botao sat on the kawaii bed with an awe-inspiring expression, his eyes sharp.

"So, you're telling me this to save the woman's life?"

"You can choose to stand by and watch, I won't complain to you, there is no need to hurt the father-son relationship between you and your father for the conflict between our two fathers and sons," Fu Mochuan said really heartbreakingly: "I will keep my mother for Langcheng, and the children of the Fu family can't lose their mothers anymore." ”

Fu Zhensheng's mother, the old man's wife died of illness more than ten years ago, Fu Mochuan just experienced the pain of losing his mother, if An Qing has three long and two short, it will be really unfortunate for the family.

Fu Botao's old eyes became darker and darker.

He thought about William, the child who was less than three years old, and there was such an embarrassing experience hidden behind his silence.

Eight-month-old premature, single-parent family, never knew what father's love was, and risked alone for his mother at the age of two.

Of course, Fu Mochuan concealed some things, such as that he was born and died, fostered in a stranger's family, etc., the old man didn't need to know so much.

"William," Fu Botao paused and said, "That kid came to Fu's house alone because he was worried about his mother, and not someone taught him to do this?" ”

Fu Mochuan nodded silently.

"Although I haven't been with him for a long time, you should also see that this child is earlier than ordinary children, and now he hates me, saying that he will personally protect his mother, and replace it with other children, at such an old age, without a mother, he will slowly forget and gradually get used to it, but he won't, he will remember for the rest of his life how her relatives are not there, grandpa, do you think that with his personality, he will forget hatred, and recognize a family that hurts his mother for any reason?"

Fu Botao frowned slightly, his eyes fell on the side of the bed, William's small quilt was still messily scattered on the bed, and the things that belonged to him were also messy, not neat at all.

The whole room was arranged by him personally with William, and at that time the child was interested in the things in the mall, and the old man was tired and panting there, and when Lang Cheng saw it, he pointed to the shelves near him and said That's all.

He is such a child, who looks extremely cold, but inadvertently shows warmth everywhere.

When playing chess, he will deliberately lose one when the old man is heartbroken; When watching TV, quietly tune in to the old man's favorite current affairs station; When eating, he silently ate all the dishes that the old man put in the bowl, and then looked at him indifferently and smiled happily; There are also those childish and boring children's games, and I really can't tell who is playing with whom......

The old man's dark eyes gradually warmed up, like a spring breeze blowing through the ancient well, flooding with a little ripple.

"I'm not helping you, but I don't want to ruin a child's life," he said in a calm voice, and his tone was unquestionable: "Also, you take him back for me immediately after the matter is over, and the descendants of the Fu family must not be left behind." ”

This is his consistent creed, when Fan Luowei was pregnant, he expressed his attitude in person, if he paid attention to the idea of suppressing Fu Mochuan in Fan Luowei's belly, he really loved William.

Fu Mochuan looked at him and refused lightly.

"Grandpa, I can't promise you now, I haven't fulfilled my father's responsibilities for a day with this child, what reason do I have to ask him, the most important thing is that Langcheng's personality may not be willing to come back with me obediently."

"Hmph, what else do you want to calculate on me!" The old man snorted unhappily: "Don't think that I am involved in the bad things of your father and son, I only care about Lang Cheng, who the child's mother is has nothing to do with me, if you want that woman to live, persuade her to hand over the child obediently, Lang Cheng is definitely better to follow the Fu family than to stay by her side, if she really wants the good of the child, she will know something." ”

Jiang is still old and spicy, the old man said it to death at once, helping the child is already the limit, less bargaining with him here, counting on letting him do more.

Fu Mochuan didn't entangle, his goal had been achieved, although he could fight with Fu Zhensheng and save An Qing desperately, but that was not a long-term solution, just like An Qing said, she may hide in Tibet in the future, and live a life of fear.

Therefore, asking the old man to make Fu Zhensheng change his mind is a good way to do it once and for all.

As for how Fu Botao persuaded Fu Zhensheng specifically, Fu Mochuan didn't understand, anyway, Fu Zhensheng's face was very bad when he saw him again, so he just coldly threw down a sentence and took the child back and left.

Fu Mochuan silently looked at his back, his thin lips pursed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Under the sun, An Qing walked to the side of the window, turned his head to look at the direction of Langcheng, and M led him to the study, not knowing what he was doing.

She looked down and dialed another number to go out.

The bell rang only once and was connected, and the man's voice was low and indifferent: "Finally remembered to call me?" ”

Hehe, he tried his best for her, ignored his biological mother's hatred, and did not hesitate to turn against Fu Zhensheng, but what about her? played a big show in front of him, and said goodbye without saying goodbye behind his back, and for two days, the only message was to ask him not to be angry with others.

Did she think about him even the slightest?

An Qing ignored his indignation and went straight to the point: "Mo Chuan, I hope you don't tell anyone else about Langcheng." ”

Longcheng.

She finally admitted the existence of this child.

Fu Mochuan's clear eyes were full of ice ballast.

"It's late, the old man already knows."

An Qing was stunned and raised her eyebrows in displeasure: "Did you tell him?" ”

Fu Mochuan heard her questioning, and his voice was cold: "Didn't you make up the script?" Under the guise of hatred, use all the people who can be used by you, Guan Er, who is not related by blood, loses its use value, and then there is another one, Lang Cheng, right? Is he really your own? You sent him to the Fu family to go undercover, didn't you just want to use him to get out one day when the matter is exposed? ”

Although he vigorously denied it in front of the old man, as long as he was a normal person, he would think so.

After all, Lang Cheng is only two years old, at most he is precocious than children of the same age, and no matter how smart he is, it is impossible for him to cross the ocean alone and make such an incredible feat.

An Qing closed his eyes, he was no longer able to explain or argue with him, he wouldn't believe it anyway, why bother?

yes, she's drained his trust, so now she's left to herself.

"Whatever you want." She rubbed her forehead tiredly: "I will send him back to country A immediately, I hope you will let him leave safely for the sake of him and your son." ”

"No problem," Fu Mochuan looked at the potted plants in the courtyard indifferently: "You can also go along, thanks to him, you are safe now, no one will hunt you down, and you have avenged your mother, just leave with peace of mind, don't let me see you again." ”

An Qing thought about the message he sent to herself, and the same cold words were said by his cold voice, which made her stand in the sun and feel cold from the bottom of her heart.

"Thank you for the offer, I'll consider it."

The phone stopped abruptly, and he didn't even say goodbye.

Fu Mochuan looked at the end of the call on the mobile phone screen, and a trace of gloom flashed through his clear eyes.

Only by leaving far away and going to a place beyond the reach of the Fu family's whip, perhaps, she still has a chance to keep her child......

Ms. Xie's funeral was scheduled for three days later, and her obituary shocked the upper class.

married well, born well, jumped from an ordinary woman to a wealthy lady, worth hundreds of millions, her life is a legend, but she suddenly fell at the most prosperous time, how can it not make people sigh.

In the early morning, Fu Mochuan, who was dressed in black, walked out of the corridor with a cold face, and a voice stopped him from a distance: "Ah Chuan." ”

He paused and looked at the oncoming Fu Botao.

"Where's Longcheng?" Fu Botao's face was displeased: "It's been a few days, when did you bring him back?" ”

"Grandpa, let's wait until I'm done with my mother's funeral." He said indifferently: "Now, I am going to accompany her on her last journey." ”

Looking at his back as he left indifferently, Fu Botao was so angry.

Stinky boy, the legendary crossing the river and demolishing the bridge is what he is talking about.

The funeral parlor was full of flowers, and Fu Mochuan stood quietly on one side, indifferently accepting the condolences of the guests.

The funeral was very grand, and the guests present all regretted Xie Mingzhu's unexpected death and sighed.

Fang Ruomi's eyes were red and she stood beside him, and her appearance here in this scene seemed to contain some kind of meaning.

The solemn white chrysanthemum lined Fu Mochuan's heartless face, without sadness or joy, until a woman's shadow appeared in his sight.

There was no expression on her pretty face, and she wore a modest black dress and held a bouquet of elegantly fragrant white roses.

Facing Fu Mochuan's straight and dark gaze, she walked towards him slowly and calmly......