When An Qing returned to the living room again, Wan'er didn't cry anymore, she took her from Fu Mochuan's hands, saw the dust on her little slap, and planned to wash her.

"Go to my room." Fu Mochuan said: "By the way, wipe her face." ”

She looked at Wan'er's tear-stained little face, agreed to his proposal in her heart, half-raised her pretty face, stretched her tail note, and winked at him mischievously.

"Your new house?"

Fu Mochuan quickly pinched her cheek, leaned over, biting the corner of her ear, and his low voice was full of intimacy.

"Ours."

The secret interaction between the two fell into Xie Mingzhu's eyes, she coughed, looked at Fu Mochuan and said, "Ah Chuan, I have something to tell you." ”

Fu Mochuan frowned and glanced at her, and An Qing said with interest: "You go, it's not that I don't know the way." ”

The pattern of the Fu family has not changed much, she hugged Wan'er, came to Fu Mochuan's bedroom with ease, pushed open the door, she paused, and saw Fang Ruomi, who was supposed to be visiting around, sitting in it majestically.

Hearing the movement, Fang Ruomi turned her face, put down the things she was holding, and said with a faint smile: "Come in and rest for a while when you're tired of shopping, Miss An doesn't mind, right?" ”

It's strange if you don't mind!

An Qing walked in casually and put Wan'er on the sofa.

Wan Er had just finished crying, and her spirit was not very good, Fang Ruomi looked at her and said, "Your daughter is very cute." ”

Stretching out her hand not to hit the smiling person, An Qing thanked her lightly.

At this time, she couldn't see Fang Ruomi's intentions, she was a fool.

Fang Ruomi continued to sit on the chair, without any awareness of being a guest, and said leisurely: "Did Fu Mochuan tell you?" If you want to be truly good for him, you should also persuade him. ”

An Qing looked at her inexplicably, and she smiled.

"It seems that I haven't said it yet, I propose to marry him, after marriage, he can continue to associate with you, I don't object, even if you really give birth to one or two children, it doesn't matter, all I want is a name."

An Qing frowned, hearing the fault in her words.

"Oh, I heard about your daughter, and I saw this by accident." Fang Ruomi flipped through the things on the table and smiled: "What? Looking to regain a strong position with a relative? The body is fine, Fu Mochuan is really good to you, it seems that he is true love. ”

Hearing Fang Ruomi's sarcasm, An Qing glanced at the thing in her hand, and her expression remained unchanged.

"Miss Fang and Mo Chuan are classmates, right?"

Fang Ruomi nodded proudly.

"It's really well maintained, if you don't say it, you really can't see that it's almost 30." An Qing smiled thoughtlessly: "No wonder Miss Fang is in a hurry to get married, and she is willing to stay a widow for the rest of her life?" ”

The smile on Fang Ruomi's face slowly solidified.

An Qing continued sarcastically.

"If I have such conditions as Miss Fang, what kind of man can't find it, I have to wronged myself to share my husband with other women, make money to raise my husband's children, tsk, I will never be able to do it, in this way, Miss Fang is also true love."

Fang Ruomi's face was already ugly, and she looked at her and smiled coldly.

"That's right, I'm not so generous, I'm married, I naturally have a way to make him fall in love with me, how long do you think you can fool him?"

"Then I wish you success."

Fang Ruomi's goal was achieved, and he threw a sentence and waited to see, and then walked away proudly.

An Qing stepped forward, picked up the document she put on the table, and just turned a few pages, she heard Fu Mochuan's cold voice: "Why are you here?" ”

It seems that he has also met Fang Ruomi.

An Qing's eyes flashed slightly, and she couldn't say why, so she quickly stuffed the things in her hand back into the drawer.

There is a faint blockage in my heart.

Fu Mochuan just swore to her, turned his head and was investigating her medical records, what else did he do in a place she didn't know?

When Fu Mochuan came in, An Qing was holding Wan'er with one hand and was carefully wiping her face, he walked over and took the wet towel from her hand.

"Did you meet that crazy woman?"

He twisted the towel and asked lightly, An Qing blinked, and deliberately joked: "It's a pity, people deliberately blocked you in the room, but unfortunately I broke it." ”

Fu Mochuan glanced at her with dark eyes, didn't answer, and asked instead: "The second sister didn't embarrass you in the garden just now, right?" ”

"No, we talked a little about the child."

Fu Mochuan didn't ask again, lowered his head and scrubbed his little hands for Guan Er.

After cleaning up, the two put Wan'er on the big bed, she seemed to be tired of crying, fed her some milk and fell asleep, An Qing gently covered her with the quilt, her back sank, and she was forcefully buckled.

She didn't look back, the man's face leaned closer, and the warm breath spewed on the back of her neck, she made it a little itchy, dodged slightly, and sneered: "What are you doing?" ”

"What do you think?"

"Don't make a fuss, Wan'er is still there."

Fu Mochuan turned her body, the two of them were face to face, face to face, and An Qing saw his black pupils, and clusters of flames jumped.

"Everyone has run to block me in the house, and you don't have a sense of crisis as a wife?"

"Go away, who's your wife." An Qing glanced at him and reached out to push him: "Who do you like to find." ”

Fu Mochuan grabbed her little hand, went around her back, and leaned down with his face.

"I love to find you......"

An Qing closed her eyes, temporarily lost in his overwhelming aura.

The two of them had been messing around for a long time, and finally An Qing still had a little conscience, and pushed him away at a critical moment, Wan'er was still asleep, and they didn't wake her up.

Seeing the two of them appear, he lazily raised his watch and glanced at it.

"23 minutes, junior, much faster than I expected."

An Qing pursed her lips, and no matter how thick her face was, he was caught off guard.

Fu Mochuan's appearance was very calm, his thin lips were slightly pulled, and he was dyed with ridicule: "I knew that my eldest brother had a habit of listening to corners, so I should have worked harder." ”

"Don't force it, it's not good to hurt at all, brother, I'll satisfy her for you."

Fu Weinian's eyes were fiercely cast on An Qing, and she felt Fu Mochuan clasp her big palm tightly.

"Boring."

She glared at him coldly, took Fu Mochuan's hand and left.

Sometimes she feels quite speechless, these two men are in their 60s together, and they are both characters calling for wind and rain outside, and they are not even as naïve as Wan'er.

She didn't have the heart to mess around with them.

When the family eats around the table, there are also various torrents.

An Qing concentrated on feeding Guan Er, and heard Fu Zhensheng say: "I announce something, you two brothers are not too young, others have already started a family at your age, and whoever marries a daughter-in-law who satisfies me next year will be handed over to whoever takes care of the company." ”

She was stunned, the old man had been willful to this point in order to break her up and Fu Mochuan?

Or this is what she said, as long as she doesn't harm these two brothers, Fu Zhensheng will naturally be satisfied.

The meal was unpleasant, and when she came home in the evening, she washed up Wan'er, thought about it, took out her nail clippers, and repaired her little nails.

"Wan'er, promise Mommy well, don't scratch the child's face if you're angry."

The little guy was holding a small doll in his free hand, nodding frequently with big eyes, and looking well-behaved.

"That's good."

An Qing smiled with satisfaction, and after a while, she heard her ask softly, "Mommy, what is a vixen?" ”

She was stunned, looked up at Wan'er, and saw her eyes flashing again: "Is the vixen a bad person?" ”

"Who did you listen to?"

"Brother Haohao, Brother Haohao said that Mommy is a vixen, laughing at my little fox."

An Qing's face turned cold, looked at Wan Er's innocent big eyes, and said with a sigh: "Foxes, like puppies, are very cute animals, Brother Haohao doesn't know, he is a child like you." ”

Wan Er nodded as if he didn't understand, and then asked, "Is Uncle Dad?" ”

"Brother Haohao said it again?" An Qing asked.

Wan Er shook his head aggrievedly: "He laughed at me for not having a father." ”

What children can understand, not all of them are taught by adults, and An Qing's eyes are colder.

"Do you like your uncle to be your father?" She finished cutting her nails for Wan'er, and hugged her to her lap and asked.

Wan Er raised his little face, seemed to be thinking seriously, and shook his head for a while.

"As long as you like Mommy."

An Qing hugged her tightly, and her heart was mixed.

At noon the next day, she got into a black car parked on the side of the road, and Fu Huizhong watched her from the driver's seat.

"I'm sorry, I'll give this back to you."

She opened her bag and pulled out the pinhole camera and handed it over.

Fu Huizhong held the steering wheel with one hand, and the other hand was half-hanging, and he didn't reach out to pick it up.

"You don't think about it anymore?"

"No need." She threw the small camera onto the dashboard and prepared to pull the car door.

Fu Huizhong called out to her.

"Wait."

She turned sideways, pulled the locker on the car, took out a small calfskin bag from it, and handed it to her.

"I can understand if you don't want to do it, I have brought everything, you don't want to see my sincerity?"

An Qing glanced at the cowhide bag and didn't make any moves.

"Do you want to inspect the goods a priori?" Fu Huizhong raised an eyebrow at her.

She was silent for a moment, but then took it.

There were some photos in the leather bag, and she pulled out a few of them casually, looking at the pictures on them, and her pretty face was unfolded.

Fu Huizhong stared at her expression, ambiguous. Smiled: "Have you changed your mind?"

"This shouldn't be the original."

She closed the leather bag again, and asked lightly.

"Of course." Fu Huizhong tapped the steering wheel lightly and raised her eyebrows: "Does the original have an impact on you?" ”

Of course, no.

An Qing handed the cowhide bag back, "Good shot." ”

Fu Huizhong was a little confused by her reaction, and asked jokingly, "So what do you mean?" ”

"You're going to find someone else." She seemed to have made up her mind.

Fu Huizhong's expression finally became serious, and she looked at her and said, "You really don't want to make some efforts for your happiness?" ”

"I think, but I'm more timid."

Fu Huizhong stared at her and smiled.

"You don't love the third brother as much as I thought."

"The second sister doesn't love your third brother as much as I imagined."

The two were-for-tat, An Qing didn't notice that not far away, there was a faint sight, tightly fixed on her......