The mourning hall was crowded, with a sea of white flowers and a black crowd, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn.

Fu Mochuan's dark gaze was fixed on An Qing for a moment, but she didn't squint, the white roses reflected her white and beautiful face, she swept past Fu Mochuan and walked straight to Xie Mingzhu's spiritual seat.

Xie Mingzhu's photo is beautifully chosen, she smiles elegantly and quietly among the flowers, and her eyes are peaceful and noble.

"Auntie, although we don't have a deep relationship, I know that an elegant and noble person like you definitely doesn't love ordinary white chrysanthemum, this bouquet of roses likes you like, and I wish you a good journey on the road to heaven."

An Qing gently put the bouquet in front of her portrait, her voice was very soft, but Fu Mochuan heard it clearly without missing a word.

Not only him, Fu Zhensheng's face was also very tense, and his eyes staring at An Qing were full of gloom.

The attention of many guests was also on their side, Fu Mochuan didn't make any moves, Fang Ruomi squinted, and stepped forward to block between the two of them: "Thank you Miss An for coming, please go over and take a seat, the memorial service will start later." ”

An Qing looked at her as a hostess, smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth, didn't say anything, turned her head and walked away.

Fu Mochuan's eyes flickered on her back and then quickly moved away, from beginning to end, the two of them had zero communication, not even as good as an ordinary friend, as if confirming the rumors in the market that Fu Mochuan was forced to break up with her under family pressure, and the former lovers were strangers.

The memorial hall was very large, An Qing walked a few steps indifferently, and a young man with a serious expression walked over.

"Miss An, please come with me, our old man wants to talk to you for a while."

She glanced at the young man, asked nothing, and walked after him.

She has already taken the initiative to send it to the door, what else is there to be afraid of.

Old man, she knew who it was, and she guessed his intention for looking for her.

In the rest area not far away, Fu Botao sat on a rattan chair steadily, looking at her with restrained and sharp eyes.

It was quiet, and the guards quietly stepped aside after dropping her in.

"Miss An, you should have seen me, I won't introduce myself, I have also heard about you, let's get straight to the point, where is Langcheng, when do you plan to return him to the Fu family?" The old man didn't say a word of nonsense and went straight to the point.

An Qing smiled faintly, and her tone was neither arrogant nor humble.

"Grandpa Fu, I'll tell you the truth, Langcheng is a child, playful and insignificant, I have taught him a lesson, sent him home to reflect, he said that when he was a guest at the Fu family, he was taken care of by you, and he couldn't say goodbye to you in person, and he has been sorry in his heart......"

While speaking, An Qing took out her mobile phone, connected the video in front of Fu Botao, and handed it to him after saying a few words.

He looked down and saw Langcheng's familiar little face on the mobile phone screen, with cute big eyes, and his usual expressionless face.

"William......" he blurted out the same name as before, holding the phone up in front of him, he looked at the pink face on the small screen: "Where are you?" ”

Lang Cheng looked at him, to be precise, at the screen, with a faint expression.

"Grandpa ......" made Fu Botao stunned, William never called him, he first thought that the child was cold, but now he understood the pimple in his heart.

"Grandpa," across the screen, Lang Cheng said squarely: "I only have Mommy, don't bully her, okay?" ”

Fu Botao's throat choked, and his heart suddenly became extremely sour.

"What about Grandpa? Am I not your relative? ”

"But you still have a grandfather, an uncle, and a big family, and mommy is the only one." Langcheng's words were speechless: "Grandpa, I don't want to leave Mommy, don't you separate us, okay......"

Fu Botao didn't know what mood he was in when he hung up the phone.

How does he open his mouth to accuse a child of filial piety?

As Fu Mochuan said, if he was replaced by other children, he could bring the other party back by force, after all, he was two years old, and no matter how much he cried, he would forget it one day, but Langcheng was different, and Fu Botao didn't dare to take it lightly.

An Qing looked at him who was groaning, and said lightly: "I know you love Lang Cheng, but do you know that he almost couldn't come to this world, a child can grow up healthy and happy is the best for him, Lang Cheng's surname is An Bu Fu, he is my child, this is what I mean, and it is also his own choice." ”

What is the surname An or not the surname Fu, the old man can't listen to it.

"You're saying I don't even have the ability to protect a child? Don't forget how you can stand in front of me, the child is really wronged by following you! ”

If it weren't for the old man's appearance, An Qing would still be exhausted, how could she have the heart to make a big deal in front of him.

"I know that my conditions are not as good as those of the Fu family, but apart from a good living environment and luxurious material comforts, what else can you give him?" An Qing argued: "You know better than me how deep the water of the wealthy family is, Lang Cheng is only two years old, do you want him to stay in the Fu family as an illegitimate child, and then rely on your favor, laugh at countless rumors and fights at a young age, and then become more indifferent or powerful?" ”

The old man's face was even colder because of her mockery with a gun and a stick.

But I have to say that her worries are not unreasonable, there is no stake, everyone can still pretend to Lang Cheng in front of the old man, but the nature of him being a descendant of the Fu family is different, especially the old man spoils him so much, which is bound to make many people blush.

And his identity is now unclear.

The old man is 80 years old, and no matter how strong he is, he can't protect Lang Cheng all his life.

He muttered longer this time, and then spoke coldly.

"Child, I can not fight with you for the time being, but you can't take him away, I want to be able to see him often, and be by my side at least a few days a month, he is a descendant of the Fu family, and he can't forget this."

I have to say that the old man has made quite a compromise, but An Qing is obviously unmoved.

"I'm sorry, I can't promise you right away, Langcheng has a very independent personality, I want to ask his opinion first."

Fu Botao snorted coldly, threw down a cruel word, and walked away with the guards with obvious displeasure.

An Qing sat on a wicker chair and didn't move, and then heard someone chuckle above her head.

"What did you say to the old man to make him angry like this?"

She looked up and looked at Fu Weinian with a lazy face.

"Huh?" Fu Weinian continued to laugh, reached out to support the back of her chair, and leaned forward ambiguously: "Only you dare to be so presumptuous, you really don't want this little life?" ”

Fortunately, Fu Mochuan explained to the old man in advance that Fu Weinian didn't know Langcheng's life experience, but it was only a matter of time.

An Qing glanced at him coldly, her body flashed, and she was about to get up from the rattan chair.

Of course, Fu Weinian would not just let her go, and his arms quickly supported the armrest, imprisoning her between the rattan chair and himself.

His face leaned to the side of her face, and his voice was charming: "Why are you thin again, you still can't do it without me, right?" Baby, I feel so sorry for you like this. ”

"Da Shao, please respect yourself." An Qing looked at him without evasion: "Being seen like this with you and me is probably damaging to your reputation." ”

Today is Xie Mingzhu's funeral, but Fu Weinian, as the eldest son, is in tune with his former siblings. Love, it's not good to spread it.

Fu Weinian smiled angrily and stared at her: "Do you care about me?" ”

An Qing looked back at him expressionlessly, not even bothering to open his mouth.

Look at each other for a few seconds.

Fu Weinian finally let go, lazily straightened up from front of her, his eyes still burning on her face.

"Forget it today, remember to think about me every day, otherwise, I won't let you go in my dreams."

An Qing glanced at him, got up indifferently, and swept past him coldly.

She was too busy to deal with him.

The condolence hall had to pass through the long corridor, and after the first corner, a strong force struck, grabbed her elbow, and dragged her in.

With her back against the cold hard wall, she looked up and looked at the man's dark eyes.

"Are your eyes right?" He stared at her too, his dark gaze as his own, without warmth.

"Thanks to you, it seems to be fine."

An Qing replied very casually, and even a little heartless, and successfully saw that the man's eyes were even colder.

"What are you going to do?" He asked, "Didn't I say stop letting me see you?" he asked. ”

Oh, is it necessary to remind her again and again?

An Qing met his gaze and pulled the corners of her mouth lightly: "Once you get acquainted, I have to come to see my aunt on the last ride, so as not to be thought that I have a guilty conscience." ”

Yes, she has a clear conscience because she has always considered herself an Avenger.

Fu Mochuan stared at her: "You don't want to give me an explanation about Langcheng?" You took him away that night? ”

An Qing was silent for a rare moment, and then confessed: "Yes, I found someone to unlock the central lock of the Fu family's gate, waited at the door, and secretly took him out." ”

Of course, by the way, the nearby surveillance was also hacked.

learned from M that Lang Cheng was staying at Fu's house, she contacted him in a hurry, and was going to pick him up that day, but Long Cheng stayed for one more day, saying that there was still something to be done.

After he came back, he was depressed and insisted on refusing to leave, so An Qing appeared here, because Lang Cheng said that he would rather die than return to country A if he didn't confirm Mommy's safety with his own eyes.

With a son like this, what else does An Qing want.

For him, she is willing to give up everything.

Fu Mochuan sneered: "Committing murder, breaking into people's houses at night, and even picking the locks for petty theft, An Qing, why don't you go to heaven." ”

An Qing pursed her lips and listened silently, without saying anything.

It doesn't seem necessary.

Fu Mochuan's deep dark eyes were bright and gone, like a starry night sky, his hand was propped up on the side of her face, An Qing's eyes drooped, and he saw his slightly rolling throat.

"Who is it? Who helped you open the lock, you managed to escape from the airport that day, and he also helped you? ”

She pursed her lips, not answering his doubts.

Fu Mochuan's eyes were full of anger, and he reached out to grab her jaw, forcing her to face him.

"Say, what about your sharp teeth, what about your crooked reasoning, don't you always have a lot of reasons waiting for me, why can't you say it now? I've got to let me know how capable you really are, and how much else you're hiding from me! ”