An Qing doesn't like to socialize, but in interpersonal communication, this is an essential cultural etiquette.

In the early hours of the morning, she returned to her home in Longding Bay, and was poured a lot of wine at night, and her whole brain hurt.

"Miss An, it's here." Fu Yi stopped the car and turned his head to look at her rubbing the corners of her forehead.

"Oh, thank you." She frowned, and as soon as she lifted her face, the car door was pulled open from the outside.

In her slightly squinted gaze, she saw Fu Mochuan's long figure, against the night, she couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Why are you here?" She stepped out of the car door, her figure suddenly staggered, and Fu Mochuan reached out to clasp her.

"How much did you drink?" The man hugged her tightly, smelling the smell of wine in his face, and his cold voice was displeased.

An Qing ignored him, her eyes still narrowed: "What about Langcheng?" ”

It's rare for her to drink like this, and she still remembers Langcheng.

"Let's go back." Fu Mochuan angrily clasped her waist and helped her to the apartment.

"Did Lang Cheng sleep?" An Qing was sure that she was not drunk, but she talked a little more, and she asked unrelentingly: "Is he well-behaved today?" What did you do today, did he ask me about ......"

"Do you really care about him coming back at this point?" The man coldly held her crooked little face and rested it on his shoulder.

"I want to go back sooner, but I can't leave."

He has an aura that An Qing likes, and her strong arms make her feel at ease, leaning on him, An Qing feels so comfortable.

When she entered the elevator, she simply leaned on him, her hands wrapped around his waist, her face rubbed against his neck for a while, and her soft voice was like a coquette.

"My head hurts, Mochuan, I'm so uncomfortable......"

Fu Mochuan's eyes gradually softened, and she suddenly felt that at least she still had a benefit from drinking, not as prickly as when she was awake, as if she had brought a mask, which was unapproachable.

"Let's see if you dare to drink in the future." He complained, but his hand reached out and gently rubbed the corners of her forehead.

An Qing lifted half of his face on his shoulder, his long eyelashes fluttered, and a blurry streamer flowed in his half-constricted eyes, facing Fu Mochuan's lowered black eyes.

One on one and one down.

Movement and stillness.

Fu Mochuan rubbed the corners of her forehead for her and subconsciously stopped.

There was an eerie silence in the elevator room.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Then, An Qing stood on tiptoe and took the initiative to kiss him.

There was a strong smell of wine between her lips and teeth, Fu Mochuan did not avoid it, but gently supported her crumbling little body.

The smell of alcohol passed between the two of them, and soon, his breathing was a little heavy.

The elevator shook slightly, stopped on the floor, the elevator door slid open, and then closed again, back and forth, but the people inside had no intention of leaving.

The two were entangled, I don't know how long they kissed, An Qing's two legs had no strength, and they were pressed against the elevator wall by Fu Mochuan.

How long has it been since she raised her face and looked at the man in front of her in a daze? She almost forgot this warm feeling, as if she was back in love again, the man held her face gently, she was panting, and under the influence of alcohol, a sentence suddenly came out.

"Mo Chuan, I didn't kill your mother."

In normal times, she wouldn't say this sentence, he didn't believe it anyway, so why bother to say it to ruin the atmosphere.

Fu Mochuan was slightly stunned, his dark eyes were still tingled, but the light gradually faded.

An Qing's hot heart just now slowly cooled down.

"Let's go back." His tone was still soft, and he thoughtfully supported her soft body, and when he saw her staggering a few steps, he simply hugged her horizontally.

"You don't believe me?" An Qing lay in his arms, stretched out her hand to wrap her arms around his neck, her face was slightly raised, and she explained endlessly: "I haven't done it, really, the car accident two years ago has nothing to do with your mother, I figured it out, and, even if she really did it, I won't kill her......"

"Is that car accident really none of my mother's business?" Fu Mochuan interrupted her suddenly.

She nodded: "Yes, I ......"

She wanted to confess everything she knew, but Fu Mochuan asked in a low voice, "Is there really a car accident?" ”

She was stunned, her brain hurt badly for a while, she didn't turn a corner for a while, Fu Mochuan carried her to the door of the apartment, the dim light and shadow of the corridor reflected in his eyes, and his tone was still gentle: "Okay, when I didn't say it, I believe you." ”

"You believe me?" An Qing looked at him with wide eyes, and only then did she understand what he meant in a trance.

He didn't believe her, but even though she killed his mother and made up one lie after another to him, he still chose to defend her and stay with her.

Oh, it must be what people call selfless love.

She couldn't tell what she was feeling, and she wrapped her arms around his neck weakly, and buried her face in his arms deeply, like an ostrich.

Although her heart hurt very much, she still slept well without heart and lungs, and deliberately got up early the next day, so that Fu Mochuan took the child for a few days in a row, she felt ashamed in her heart, so she intercepted him in the bathroom and said, "You go to work today, I'll take Langcheng." ”

Fu Mochuan raised his eyebrows, glanced at the bedroom not far away, lowered his voice and asked, "Don't you have a headache?" ”

"It's a little bit." In fact, she was woken up by the pain, she rubbed her forehead and said, "Just rest at home for a while." ”

Fu Mochuan didn't ask anything more, nodded and said, "It's okay, it was too late yesterday to say, I want to talk to you about Langcheng." ”

"What's wrong with him?" An Qing asked suspiciously.

Fu Mochuan pondered for a moment, in fact, something really happened yesterday, and he thought about the wording.

"Have you noticed that Longcheng is smarter than children of the same age?"

Isn't that obvious? An Qing couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth: "Of course, he is the same age as Wan'er, but when Wan'er is still babbling, he can already express himself fluently, I don't mean that Wan'er is stupid, although Wan'er is not my own, but I also love her, but Langcheng's learning ability is indeed better, when he was two years old, he was able to read books and newspapers by himself, Jack's family, no, he is the smartest of all the children I have seen, everyone says he is a genius, and he is also very sensible, and never worries people......"

It can be seen how proud she is of Lang Cheng, Fu Mochuan had to interrupt her ruthlessly: "Long Cheng is indeed a genius, but he is a child after all, and his mind is not yet mature, do you know?" Yesterday, Zikun teased him a few words, and he posted Zikun's mobile phone number on social networks, which made him feel uneasy. ”

"Did you show him the others?" An Qing's little face sank.

What is her focus?

Fu Mochuan looked at her speechlessly: "Lang Cheng is also my son, what's wrong with me taking him to see my friends?" ”

"Okay," An Qing didn't want to quarrel with him, her face was slightly cold: "Then what do you want to say?" Yes, I am a small-bellied chicken intestine, and I will repay him, so I taught him to be narrow-minded and vindictive, it is all my fault, I will send him back to China immediately and educate him well. ”

Fu Mochuan's tone was also a little cold, but he remained calm: "You dare to send him away to try, you know that I didn't mean that at all." ”

It's a threat, right? He only took Lang Cheng for two days and picked his nose and eyes, so why bother to keep him.

Passing over the events of last night in his mind, An Qing felt a thick exhaustion in his heart, he was not ruthless, no matter what she did, he would never abandon her, but this feeling really made both of them very tired.

"I'm sorry, I've never been able to speak, and I ask Fu Shao to bear with me if I say anything wrong," she smiled lightly, and returned to the woman who couldn't see the truth or falsehood: "Fu Shao has so many thoughts, how can I guess." ”

Seeing that she turned around and wanted to leave, Fu Mochuan grabbed her arm: "An Qing." ”

He lowered his voice with forbearance: "I don't blame you, I just want to talk to you about your child's education, why do you always like to think about things so complicated?" ”

Doesn't she think about it? The child is all she has, even if it is him, it can't hurt half a point.

What's more, he will soon have other children, and she only has Langcheng.

Very suddenly, her eyes turned red inexplicably, and she lowered her eyes to look at the big palm on her arm, and she opened her mouth coldly.

"Let it go!"

Fu Mochuan ignored it, and when the two were stuck, they heard Lang Cheng's small voice.

"What are you doing?"

The two of them turned their heads at the same time, looking at the little dot that appeared on the side of the door.

He was wearing bright yellow cartoon pajamas, staring at Fu Mochuan's palm with big eyes, and his expression was serious.

"You're bullying her again?"

An Qing was stunned, shook off Fu Mochuan and walked over: "William, it's not like this, we're talking about things."

Long Cheng stared at her eyes, then held her with small hands, and his small body tried to block in front of her.

"Don't be afraid, I can protect you."

An Qing's heart warmed for his immature words.

"It's really not what you think," she glanced at Fu Mochuan and reached out to hug Lang Cheng: "Wear so little?" I'll take you back and add clothes. ”

Looking at Lang Cheng's expressionless gaze, Fu Mochuan pursed his lips and said, in this minute, his few days of hard work will come to naught.

In the eyes of Langcheng, he became a stranger again...... Only worse.

Bringing Lang Cheng into the bedroom, An Qing put him on the bed, carefully covered it with a sheet, and then walked to the wardrobe to find clothes for him.

Lang Cheng looked at her back, and his small voice was very calm.

"Andy, are you crying?"

An Qing was stunned, turned her head and smiled at him: "No, why should I cry."

"But I see that your eyes are red," said Lang Cheng, "if you are sad, cry, I will not laugh at you."

“……”

An Qing took a set of clothes for him and sat back on the side of the bed to look at him.

"Who did you see yesterday?"

Longcheng blinked.

"What did he tell you? Am I causing you to be scolded by him? ”

What a sensitive and intelligent child, he noticed it in a word, An Qing touched his little face with emotion.

"Of course not, I'm sorry, you came so far to find you, Mommy doesn't have that much time with you, I just want to know how you spend your day."

Lang Cheng blinked, looked at her silently a few times, and then took the initiative to admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, I didn't control myself, that uncle always encouraged that person to cheat, I was angry, so I gave him a lesson......"