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Small lakeside.

William glanced at Fu Weinian lightly, and the next second, his gaze returned to the lake.

The old man chuckled lowly.

"Pull it down, you guys, it took me a whole day for this kid to pop out a word, who do you think you are?"

"Hehe, I'm just curious that no one is looking for someone's child when they are gone." Fu Weinian also smiled: "Give me eight horsewhips, but I can't catch up with grandpa." ”

The old man was very useful, and the wrinkles on his face stretched with a smile.

On the other side, the doctor checked An Qing and came out to report to Fu Mochuan.

"Of course, madam, miscarriage does hurt the uterus, and it may be a little difficult to conceive naturally."

"You really can't get pregnant anymore?"

"That's not necessarily," the doctor said, "I'll prescribe some Chinese medicine for her first, and if it still doesn't work, she can try artificial insemination." ”

Fu Mochuan asked: "She is temporarily blind and is now taking medicine every day, does it affect her conception?" ”

The maid handed over the medicine list, and the doctor looked at it a few times and smiled: "It's all some Chinese herbs that invigorate blood and dispel stasis, it's okay, I'll make appropriate adjustments for my wife." ”

Fu Mochuan turned back to the bedroom again, and heard soothing music outside the door.

Sunlight spills in faintly from the windowsill, reflecting dappled light and shadow on the floor.

In the layers of light, An Qing lay quietly on the floor, her beautiful figure folded into a wonderful arc.

Fu Mochuan remembered that the maid had reported to him that An Qing had been obsessed with yoga recently, and would practice for several hours every day.

He didn't bother her, leaned his back against the doorframe, and watched silently as she stretched out in the sun.

It's beautiful.

Beautiful and holy.

The golden light danced over her, and every curve of the woman was delicately revealed.

Vivid.

Enchanting.

It's dizzying.

The man's dark pupils are like the vast night sky, because the woman's brilliance is starry, and then, it turns into the deepest night.

He didn't know how long he stood until Sister Xin came over quietly, and he smelled the smell of medicine.

"Mr. Fu, Madame's medicine is ready."

He took it in his hand, the medicine was still steaming, and it was bitter, and he asked, "Are you not ready to order Jiayingzi?" ”

"Madame said no." Sister Xin replied in a low voice: "Madame is not afraid of bitterness, every time the medicine comes over, she drinks it immediately." ”

Fu Mochuan's eyes jumped slightly, he didn't say anything, picked up the medicine bowl and took a sip gently.

His expression did not change, and the servant listened to his command: "Go and get Jia Yingzi." ”

"Yes." Sister Xin hurried away.

The sound of music in the room has been continuing, a heart-warming tune, Fu Mochuan still hasn't walked in, the medicine cup is still in his hand, and in the mist, his handsome face has become ethereal and changeable, and it is not real.

An Qing was practicing, the music stopped abruptly, she stopped moving, and heard familiar footsteps.

"Take your medicine."

It turned out that it was time to take medicine.

She smiled and reached out obediently, not asking the man why he was still at home.

"Okay."

It was a big bowl of medicine, rich in color, Fu Mochuan tasted it and knew the taste.

An Qing's expression remained unchanged, she lowered her eyes quietly, and took a small sip, and a bowl of medicinal soup quickly bottomed out.

Fu Mochuan looked at her face and suddenly spoke: "An An, do you want to go out for a walk?" ”

Trip?

Can she?

"Okay." An Qing put down the medicine cup that had been drunk and smiled at him.

Since she was blind and lived in this room, she seems to have worn off her original edges and corners, and she has been obedient and indescribably well-behaved.

Except last night when she had an impulsive outburst and turned back into the obedient little woman.

Fu Mochuan's voice was deep, he took the medicine cup, and stuffed something into her hand: "Eat first." ”

An Qing was stunned, rubbed her fingertips for a moment, obediently peeled off the sugar coating, and slowly swallowed it in her mouth.

Fu Mochuan's expression when he looked at her was even more obscure.

He suddenly pulled a few tissues, dragged it with his big hand, and fished over the woman's body, An Qing's eyes blinked, there was no struggle, nothing, and he lowered his long eyelashes quietly.

After practicing yoga for a long time, there were fine beads of sweat on the corners of her forehead, which Fu Mochuan wiped with a tissue for her, and then there were medicine stains on the corners of her mouth.

During the whole process, An Qing lowered her eyebrows and let him wipe it obediently.

"Thank you," she said politely, thanking him at the end.

Fu Mochuan's impression of An Qing is flamboyant, like a fragrant rose, delicate and bright, with its own spikes, with a fascinating, unique charm.

But now the woman standing in front of him has faded her edge, just a puppet who has lost her soul, even if she smiles at him, it is not in sight.

"Prepare, and we'll be on the move in ten minutes."

Fu Mochuan suddenly felt a sense of depression from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't know who he was angry at, so he coldly threw down a sentence and turned around to leave the room.

By the small lake, groups of people of all ages continue to fish.

Spring returns to the earth, it is a good time to go green.

Fu Weinian accompanied the old man for a whole day, and returned to Fu's house after fishing, and the old man was in a good mood, so he called everyone to come back and drink fish soup.

He caught it with his own hands, and it was fresh.

Since Xie Mingzhu's accident, the family has also been gloomy, not to mention anything else, Fu Mochuan has not appeared in Fu's house for a long time.

In the evening, people came in the courtyard one after another, and the first to arrive was Fu Huizhong, who took her son by her and came to meet the old man's favorite.

The two children are of the same age, but unfortunately they did not play together as they wished because of William's slow temperament.

Fang Ruomi arrived with Fu Zhensheng, Fu Botao knew in his heart that his son liked this daughter-in-law, and he didn't bother to care about it if it had nothing to do with him anyway.

Fang Ruomi has always been very good at being a person, and respectfully greeted the old man, and turned her eyes to William who was nesting beside him.

"What a cute kid." She praised: "How old are you?" ”

William grimaced.

Fang Ruomi was not annoyed, and handed over the gifts prepared in advance, including the old man's tea supplements, children's toys and so on, all of which were covered.

She graciously handed William a sound and light gun, not a very rare toy, which she had asked her secretary to pick out temporarily, but rarely, the latter reached out and took it.

The old man's white eyebrows couldn't help but blush slightly, he had taken William to the mall, and the shelves full of toys couldn't make his eyelids move.

"Fang girl, little William gives you face."

Fang Ruomi's kind smile was dyed with a bit of pride, everyone wanted to please the old man, it was obvious that loving the house and Wu was a good way, she stretched out her hand half ostentatiously and half showed goodwill, and gently pinched William's pink and tender little face.

"This kid is really likable."

After thinking about it, she continued to untie the diamond white gold necklace around her neck, which she had bought at a great price, intending to wear it around William's neck, who raised her big black and shiny eyes, glanced at her inexplicably, and then shrank into the old man's arms.

Fu Botao thought that he was unhappy, after all, his consistent temperament was there, and he smiled: "Okay, Fang girl, the child recognizes life." ”

Fang Ruomi also smiled, and still handed over the necklace: "I just bought it, I didn't wear it for a few days, I came in a hurry and didn't bring anything, I knew it and asked for a safety lock for him." ”

"You've got a heart." Fu Botao asked the guards to take it.

No one expected that William, who had been shrunk in Fu Botao's arms, got out at this time, slid off the sofa coldly, ran on his short legs, and got into the bathroom at once.

The whole family was confused by him, and the old man reacted as quickly as possible, called the guards in his mouth, and followed him to get up and go to the bathroom.

William leaned his back against the door panel, stretched out his thin little fingers, and pinched his cheek with a blank face.

When the old man asked people to open the door, they saw his little back standing there alone, his head slightly drooping, revealing inexplicable grievances.

The tip of the old man's heart tightened suddenly, and he took a few steps over and hugged his small body in his arms.

"William, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you, tell grandpa."

William kept his little face down, Fu Botao took his little hand, and the guards also rushed over, bent down to pick him up in the air.

At this toss, Fu Botao's eyes fell on his face, his eyes shone brightly, and after a short while, William's fair and pink cheeks had a few more small pinching marks.

No wonder children feel uncomfortable.

He didn't like to talk in the first place, and when he left his parents at a young age, he was sad and helpless enough, and let him suffer this kind of grievance.

His eyes swept over Fang Ruomi, who was standing in the living room, and he snorted heavily.

He doesn't like a child too much, this woman can't tolerate it, on the surface pretending to be virtuous and kind in front of him, if it weren't for the child's tender skin, he would have been deceived by her.

The heart and eyes are so vicious, and it is really a person who knows the face but does not know the heart.

"Xiaoyu, take the child back to the house, it's smoky, William can't stand it." Xiao Yu was his guard, and when he heard this, he also glanced at Fang Ruomi, and left without saying a word.

After a long while, Fang Ruomi understood what had happened.

She was very sure that she was just gently rubbing his little face, so tender face, how could she make it hard.

Even if she really has any bad intentions, in front of so many pairs of eyes, is she so stupid.

But what about the wound on the child's face?

William was lying on Xiao Yu's shoulder, her big eyes open coldly, and she looked over, just in time to meet his dark gaze.

William's face is expressionless, his delicate little face, pink and tender, no matter how you look at it, he is an angel who has fallen into the mortal world.

Xiao Yu's pace was very fast, and he went up the stairs in a few steps, and when he turned the corner, he didn't know if it was an angle problem or he was dazzled, Fang Ruomi suddenly saw the corners of William's small mouth slanting at a glance.

His expressionless facial features were abruptly dyed with evil aura because of this small movement.

It was just a moment, Fang Ruomi took a closer look, and he was still expressionless.

She watched in amazement as William's small figure slowly disappeared, her back tense inexplicably.

Could it be that she was tricked by a two- or three-year-old child?

No, it can't be, and there's no reason for it.

Fang Ruomi was inexplicably surprised.

Is this really just a kid?

He is an angel after all...... Or the devil?