Longcheng's biological clock is still very accurate, and he went to sleep very obediently when the time came, Fu Mochuan looked at his sleeping little face, not pretending to be old when he was awake, very cute and pink bun face, and his eyelashes were soft.

Gently covered him with the quilt and touched his little face, Fu Mochuan took out his mobile phone and took a photo and sent it to An Qing.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, in a moment, she has sent several messages to inquire about the situation.

After sending the message, he thought about it for a while, and pointed to the circle of friends of the cheerful Cheng, but what made him very unhappy was that this kid actually blocked him.

The circle of friends didn't let him watch it?

Staring at Lang Cheng's sleeping face, he did something he hadn't thought about, and secretly found this kid's mobile phone, which is not shameful, as a parent, it is natural to understand the private life of his children.

Gently swiping open the mobile phone screen, he recalled that he had tried several times in the posture unlocked by Langcheng just now, but unfortunately it was a mistake every time.

He took Lang Cheng's little hand again and tried to unlock it, but it still didn't open.

The dignified Fu Shao couldn't turn on a children's mobile phone!

Fu Mochuan wordlessly pinched the small white mobile phone, and put it back quietly for a while.

The weather in the early morning is fresh and pleasant, and there are a few rays of morning light faintly revealing on the horizon, so it must be another sunny day.

When An Qing rushed to the hospital, Lang Cheng hadn't woken up yet, she gently put the boiled millet porridge on the bedside table, the curtains of the ward were drawn, Lang Cheng was quiet, and his little hands were cutely curled up on top of his head, no matter how he looked at it, he was a pure and flawless little angel.

She watched quietly for a while before she walked to the bathroom and handed over the clean clothes she had brought.

Fu Mochuan didn't shy away from it, and directly took off the shirt that was already a little wrinkled, revealing a lean and muscular figure.

An Qing avoided her gaze a little and asked, "How was Lang Cheng last night?" ”

"It's very good, I slept until now."

"Did he tell you anything?"

"Which one do you want to hear?"

An Qing blinked, quite surprised: "You still talked a lot?" ”

Fu Mochuan put his shirt on his body, and suddenly said, "Wife, I still think my daughter is good." ”

"Huh?" She raised her eyebrows strangely, could it be that the father and son had another fight last night.

"You've been talking about other men since just now."

“……”

Looking at the man's serious handsome face, she pursed her lips and smiled, and stepped forward to tie the buttons for him one by one: "Husband, how did you rest last night?" ”

Husband.

These four words made the corners of the man's mouth slightly raised.

"Not good," he smiled earnestly as he looked down at the woman in front of him, "I haven't slept all night." ”

"Didn't you say that Lang Cheng is very well-behaved?" An Qing really thought about this again.

Fu Mochuan sighed slightly, stretched out his hand to support her waist, and said in a low magnetic voice: "Because I missed you all night." ”

“……”

An Qing raised her eyes to look at him, the man's dark eyes were deep, dyed with a little smile, and she pinched his chest speechlessly: "I hate it." ”

It's necrotic, and it's here early in the morning to stir people up.

Her voice was soft, and the tail note rose slightly, with the charm of the eyes, the man's heart fluttered.

He quickly grasped her hand, and the other big palm clasped around her waist brought it forward: "You want to tease me again, huh?" ”

Who's flirting with whom?

An Qing was pulled in front of him all of a sudden, the tip of his nose hit his jaw, and before he had time to shave his stubble, slightly, rubbing her face.

The two of them almost became face-to-face, and she simply reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, her feet slightly on tiptoe.

"Fu Shao can't help but flirt like this." She raised her face and asked with a wave of eyes, how unsettling it was that it wasn't just a random woman who was hooked away.

The man looked down at her, his eyes darkening at no distance.

In the next second, he lifted his hands on her waist, and An Qing was picked up by him, then turned around and put her on the sink.

"Because it's you."

Four words, he said very softly, and the warm words spit out on An Qing's face one by one.

There was a hint of sweetness in her heart, but she deliberately straightened her face, leaned back slightly, and pressed her fingertips on his thin lips: "Fu Shao's mouth is getting better and better at coaxing people." ”

Fu Mochuan suddenly smiled, lowered his head to bite her finger, An Qing quickly avoided it, and the man didn't entangle, he lowered his head and smiled: "I know a lot more with this mouth, do you want to try it?" ”

An Qing blinked, the man had already raised her chin, the warm lip prints were fine, dense, and his person was pressed tighter and tighter, An Qing's back was almost completely attached to the washstand.

The confined space echoed the sound of the two of them breathing.

Getting heavier and heavier.

Both of them were a little embarrassed.

"Little master, are you awake?" In the middle of the day, there was a sudden sound of speech outside the door, very soft, and the man moved.

An Qing also opened her eyes as if in a dream, her face was crimson, and her breathing was even more breathless.

Fu Mochuan stared at her, his strong chest rose and fell, and the color under his eyes was so thick that he couldn't dissolve.

"Has my mommy been here?" Lang Cheng's small voice also came in through the crack in the door.

Crazy, they're almost here...... It's so empty that I can't do it.

It's all to blame on this guy, who is desperately flirting with her these days and making her dizzy.

She pushed him, Fu Mochuan took a deep breath, reached out and pulled her up from the sink, and was a little unwilling to pick up the messed clothes for her.

"You go out first." Finally, holding her long hair, his slender fingertips caressed her crimson cheeks, and his voice was hoarse: "I really have to send this kid away, I found that he and I are in harmony." ”

An Qing glared at him speechlessly, so who is to blame......

She made an appointment to talk about things in the morning, and planned to feed Lang Cheng and leave after breakfast, but while eating, an uninvited guest came to the ward.

Fu Zhensheng glanced at her expressionlessly, and then looked away.

"I heard that William is sick, so I'll come and take a look." He walked to the side of the bed casually and looked down at Lang Cheng on the hospital bed: "How is it now?" ”

"It's nothing, you can be discharged at any time." Fu Mochuan got up and stood in front of him.

Fu Zhensheng nodded: "Allergic shock can be big or small, it's better to pay attention." ”

He knows a lot, Fu Mochuan's eyes flashed, and he smiled faintly at him: "Thank you father for your concern." ”

"You're welcome, he's my grandson too."

An Qing and Lang Cheng were silent, listening to the confrontation between the father and son.

"I didn't inform your grandfather about William," Fu Zhensheng said again, "Since it's not a big problem, you can tell him personally." ”

"I will."

Fu Zhensheng turned his face and looked at Lang Cheng with a friendly smile.

"William, let's stay at grandpa's house for a few days after being discharged from the hospital, grandpa misses you very much."

Lang Cheng pursed his lips and did not say a word.

Fu Mochuan glanced at the mother and son beside the bed, and said directly: "Dad, let him eat first, and let's go out to talk." ”

Fu Zhensheng did not object, and the two walked out of the ward together.

Fu Zhensheng also brought a few people over, and Fu Mochuan's bodyguards near the ward stared at each other.

In the corridor, the father and son stood opposite each other, Fu Zhensheng looked at his son, who was half a head taller, and asked straight to the point: "When do you plan to go back to work?" ”

What a warm scene, his wife and son are hot on the kang, his son really knows how to enjoy life.

Thinking back to himself, he has a group of children, but he lives alone in the old house, his wife is gone, and the evening scene is a little bleak.

"In a few days, I'll have some business." Fu Mochuan replied lightly.

"What's the matter?" Fu Zhensheng's face turned cold: "Your mother has just passed the first seven, she doesn't have any big wishes in her life, the only thing she hopes for is that your son can raise her eyebrows for her, you don't help her fulfill her last wish, but what are you doing now?" and the woman who killed her, I and I, for her did not hesitate to turn against me, and now I can't even go to the company, you really plan to just want a beauty not to be a country! ”

Fu Zhensheng was really angry, his always well-controlled face showed obvious anger, Fu Mochuan believed that if he was given a gun now, he would really kill someone.

"Dad," he said, "of course I will go to the company, and I will definitely do my best in what I should do, but do you think the current company still has a place for me?" ”

Fu Weinian finally took the position, of course, to prevent him from making a comeback, secretly constantly cutting his power, all kinds of constraints in his work, Fu Zhensheng's attitude is unclear, to be honest, he is really struggling in the company.

Fu Zhensheng exhaled a breath of turbidity, stared at him coldly and said: "Next month's general meeting of shareholders will determine the president candidate, although the bidding of Xingang City Fu Shi was successfully obtained, but there are still some problems with the developer, you and Weinian who will get this project first, I will vote for whoever at the shareholders' meeting." ”

Therefore, Fu Zhensheng still loves this younger son, he is full of tricks, and in the end he still wants to give him a chance to take the position, no wonder the eldest son is psychologically unbalanced.

Fu Mochuan didn't say anything immediately, his dark eyes were slightly constricted, as if he was thinking, Fu Zhensheng looked at him, and his face was full of anger.

"Why, I've already given you the opportunity, it's up to you whether you want to seize it or not, don't blame me for talking ugly about the front, I have given you enough opportunities."

Fu Mochuan heard his threat, for example, in the matter of Xie Mingzhu, he really took a big step back and gave An Qing a chance to survive.

If he continues to be disobedient, this opportunity may not exist at any time.

He looked back at Fu Zhensheng, his same black eyes collided coldly, leaning less, and he said indifferently: "I will work hard." ”

It's a promise, but it's not too distracting.

Fu Zhensheng's face was still not good-looking, he glanced at the direction of the ward and said, "You bring that child back early, you can't even bring a child well, what else will the woman do." ”

Fu Mo Chuanmo didn't intend to explain anything to him.

"That's it, you're doing it yourself."

Fu Zhensheng looked at him with hatred, and he didn't turn back to the ward, he took his people away directly, and didn't say much about An Qing, as if it was purely because he didn't do his job and came to knock him.

Outside the inpatient department, Fu Zhensheng got into the car.

A figure followed, sat in the passenger seat, and turned to greet him.

"Miss An's itinerary has been sent to Miss Fan."

Fu Zhensheng rubbed his eyebrows, didn't look at him, his eyes narrowed slightly: "What did she say?" ”