Mr. Fu?

Originally, this title was enough to disturb the heart, but the latter words made a man's face even heavier.

won't let An Qing accept him again, is this what his own son should say to Lao Tzu? Sure enough, it's still the daughter who is more intimate.

He looked at Lang Cheng's pink face and looked carefully, there was indeed An Qing's shadow on this face, no wonder he always felt déjà vu before.

"Longcheng, there are some things you don't understand, your mommy and I are not what you think."

"You're still trying to lie to me? I've seen it all," Lang Cheng said with a serious face: "I'm not a child anymore, I will protect Mommy and won't let you bully her." ”

Not a child? He was only two years old.

It's really a mother-son connection.

Fu Mochuan is very big, his experience in contact with children is only Wan'er, obviously Lang Cheng is not easy to fool, this stubborn little temper also has a fight with An Qing, his eyes swept over An Qing, and his heart moved.

"You know she's your mommy?" He looked at the little face in front of him and said in a low voice: "Didn't you have your own home when you were in country A?" ”

He thought about everything that happened in country A, and the happy scenes were all made for him to see.

Lang Cheng turned his face away, with an expression of laziness to pay attention to him.

Looking at his little expression of rejection, Fu Mochuan took a deep breath, and his thin lips pulled up a touch of self-deprecation.

So, everything is fake, and the whole family united to put on a big show in front of him.

It's ridiculous that he believes it, and thinks about making amends with guilt.

Langcheng didn't die, so is the car accident real?

An Qing deliberately made up these lies, really to take revenge?

and Xie Mingzhu's death......

Fu Mochuan felt his heart tighten for a while, and he didn't want to think about it anymore.

Fan House.

Fan Zhihai lost his temper and slammed the door, Fan Luowei cried and helped Zhang Lili up, "Mom, how are you, I'll take you to the hospital." ”

"No need," Zhang Lili wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, and her voice was weak: "I'm fine, you bring the medicine box for me." ”

Recently, being abused by Fan Zhihai has been commonplace, and Zhang Lili is quite skillful in handling it, and even the servants hide with interest.

Van Lowe brought the medicine box and carefully treated her wounds, and the tears could not be stopped at all.

"Don't cry," Zhang Lili handed her a tissue: "You are not alone now, the baby in your belly will also be infected with your emotions, and he will be sad if you are unhappy." ”

"Mom, I'm so scared." Fan Luowei sobbed: "Didn't you say that the Fu family would definitely not let go of that woman, not only was she not imprisoned but also swaggered to attend Aunt Xie's funeral, what now, is Brother Mochuan already suspicious of us?" ”

"Xiaowei, I've told you many times, don't mess with yourself!" Zhang Lili interrupted her sharply: "Fu Mochuan would have suspected it a long time ago, with his style, can you still sit here safely?" ”

One sentence made Fan Luowei even more panicked, so she didn't even dare to go to today's funeral, for fear of revealing her feet.

Zhang Lili inhaled and put adhesive tape on herself, half-squinting, the corners of her eyes were bruised, the corners of her mouth were cracked, and her expression was very seeping.

I didn't expect Fu Mochuan to be so infatuated with An Qing, today Xie Mingzhu is buried and she is safe and sound, it seems that the Fu family does not plan to pursue Xie Mingzhu's matter with her, of course, she can't tell her daughter about this idea, with Fan Luowei's cowardice will only be bad.

"Mom, that goblin threatened me just now, saying that her child is not at 33 weeks, and she will wait until the 33rd week and then get rid of my child, woo......" Fan Luowei cried and complained: "What should I do? I'm afraid to die, how could my father agree to her moving back in, if she comes back, she will definitely not let me go, woo...... This little slut will pour ecstasy soup in front of men, Brother Mo Chuan, she will definitely add oil and vinegar in front of Brother Mo Chuan, and encourage him to come to us to settle accounts. ”

"Enough!" The more Zhang Lili listened, the more annoyed she became, "What else would you do besides crying?" Crying can you keep her from coming back? Can crying make Fu Mochuan's heart soften? If you are really afraid, take this piece of meat from your belly and let her die for her life. ”

"No, I don't want it!" Van Lowe nervously clutched her abdomen, her last talisman.

"If you don't want to, don't be afraid." Zhang Lili squinted gloomily: "No matter how ruthless that woman is, she hasn't been made like this by us, just a slut who eats by her body, see how long she can jump, and she will be tender when she fights with me." ”

"Mom, what are we going to do?" Van Lowe looked at her with tears in her eyes.

"You don't care, stay in the room and raise the baby with peace of mind." Zhang Lili's eyes flashed with anger: "Isn't that woman going to move back, she wants to die, and the old lady will let her have no return." ”

On the other side, after the family of three finished dinner, Fu Mochuan drove the mother and son to Longding Bay.

There was nothing to say all the way, and as soon as the car stopped, Lang Cheng's tender voice sounded: "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for sending us home, Mommy, get out of the car." ”

Fu Mochuan's action of unbuttoning his seat belt stopped slightly, An Qing had already pushed the car door, and then turned around and hugged Lang Cheng out of the car.

Looking at the back of the mother and son leaving together, the corners of Fu Mochuan's mouth pulled a faint arc, and he couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark, he took out a cigarette casually, leaned back on the seat, stared at the smaller and smaller shadow, his black eyes were slightly raised, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Entering the elevator, Lang Cheng looked at An Qing with big eyes and pressed the floor, and said coldly: "Andy, is this your home?" ”

An Qing was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses about what he meant by "your home".

Just now Fu Mochuan asked her where she lived, and she casually said Longding Bay, in fact, they have all borrowed from M's house for the past few days.

"Not really." Lang Cheng was too smart, she couldn't treat him like an ordinary child, so she replied seriously: "But this house was indeed given to me by your father." ”

Long Cheng nodded solemnly.

"And do you still love him?"

"......" seems a bit inappropriate to discuss this with a two-year-old?

An Qing hesitated, and the elevator stopped.

She didn't answer, and walked out with Lang Cheng in tow.

Pushing open the door, An Qing looked at the cold room, rolled up her hair, took out a small mask from her bag, and carefully put it on Langcheng's little face.

"Mommy cleans, you go watch TV first."

Longcheng nodded and sat down obediently on the sofa she had cleaned.

The crystal lamp above her head exudes a soft light, the dialogue of the TV series flutters in the room, and in the humming vacuum cleaner commotion, she tilts her head slightly, looking at Langcheng's expressionless little face under the mask, and her heart seems to be soaked in warm water, indescribably soft and moved.

No matter what happened or how many unhappy things happened, as long as the child was still by her side, she was satisfied.

The sound of the vacuum cleaner masked the movement outside the door, so when Fu Mochuan pushed the door in, both of them were stunned.

Fu Mochuan looked at everything in the room expressionlessly, and through the mask, Lang Cheng looked at him quietly for a few seconds.

"Why are you here?" An Qing reacted first and turned off the vacuum cleaner.

In the room that suddenly quieted down, Fu Mochuan's voice was very light: "I suddenly remembered that this is also my home." ”

“……”

He literally walked into the room as if he were home, unfastened his cufflinks, and walked slowly towards the couch.

Lang Cheng took off his mask towards him, his small lips pursed tightly, and he didn't say anything.

The sofa was slightly sunken, Fu Mochuan's tall figure sat on Lang Cheng's side, reached out and rubbed the top of his head: "Little guy, don't you go over to help when you see Mommy working so hard?" ”

I also vowed to protect her, hehe.

Lang Cheng looked at him silently for a few moments, then kicked his calf and jumped off the sofa.

"I'm going to take a shower." He asked, "Mr. Fu, do you want help?" ”

Of course, Fu Mochuan couldn't be cowardly, and smiled happily: "Of course." ”

An Qing looked at the strange atmosphere: "William, Mommy should help you wash it." ”

"Nope."

“No！”

This time, the two men actually objected in unison, and the corners of Fu Mochuan's mouth twitched: "Wife, my son has grown up, how can I still let you take a bath for him." ”

“……”

Watching him pick up Lang Cheng and carry his small body into the bathroom like an eagle catching a chicken, An Qing's heart was uneasy.

In the bathroom, Fu Mochuan locked the door, looked condescendingly at Xiao Langcheng, who was only up to his calf, and smiled kindly: "Son, do you take off your clothes or will I take them off for you?" ”

"Mr. Fu, tell me, what do you want to do?" Lang Cheng raised his little face with an indifferent expression.

Fu Mochuan half-squatted down and looked down at him: "Mr. Fu? ”

Long Cheng's dark eyes looked at him fixedly, and his expression did not show weakness.

An Qing, who was not at ease, followed, failed to twist the door lock, and reached out and knocked on the door panel: "Mo Chuan, open the door, Lang Cheng didn't take a change of clothes." ”

"It's okay, there are no outsiders here," Fu Mochuan threw a sentence calmly across the door panel, and lowered his gaze again: "Is it, son?" ”

He focused on the pronunciation of the last two words.

"Mommy, put the clothes out the door, I'll wash them before putting them on." Lang Cheng also said a word of comfort outside the door, and his eyes continued to stick with him.

An Qing put her ear to the door panel and listened for a while, but she couldn't hear anything, although she was very worried but there was nothing she could do.

One door away, Fu Mochuan had already put water into the bathtub, and the water was murmuring, and he took off Langcheng's suspenders.

The latter wanted to resist, but his little arms and legs were not good enough in front of tall men, because he was annoyed, and his white and tender little face was red.

Fu Mochuan found something very interesting, he looked old-fashioned, and his skin was as sensitive as An Qing's.

"Mr. Fu, although my strength is not as strong as you now, you don't want to bully my mommy." In the end, he gave up resistance, his delicate little face tensed, and he swore word by word.

Hehe, this little temper is really stubborn.

Fu Mochuan squinted his eyes and took off his clothes without saying a word, the little guy was actually shy and stretched out his hand to protect himself.

"I'll do it myself."

Fu Mochuan saw him crawling into the bathtub in a covert manner, sneered, picked up his small body and threw it into the bathtub.

With a plop, the water splashed, and Lang Cheng splashed a few times in the water and climbed up on the edge of the bathtub.

His entire small body was pink, and his little face was angry: "Mr. Fu, don't think that you can bully the weak if you grow tall!" ”