Her tone was a little cautious, and her expression was solemn.

She didn't want any more problems between her and Fu Tingyuan because of Yan Bing's words.

"That'...... That'...... good" Yan Bing stared at her in a soft tone, "You look very similar to your mother." ”

When Luo Nanchu knew his life experience, he went to watch Lan Jiayu's film, the woman who left a name in the film industry but died young, was full of charm under Yan Bing's lens.

But because of the happiness of childhood and the lack of maternal love, for her, Lan Jiayu is just a woman in the film, and there is no sense of kinship in blood.

She sometimes feels that she is also a very affectionate person, knowing that Yan Bing wants to recognize her, but she has no way to call him "Dad".

Fu Tingyuan didn't come back, Luo Nanchu and Yan Bing chatted with each other, in Luo Nanchu's mind, he was Fu Tingyuan's uncle and an internationally famous director, but he couldn't treat him as his father, Yan Bing seemed to realize this, and gradually fell silent.

When Fu Tingyuan came back, the box fell into a sluggish atmosphere.

"Ting, Tingyuan, you're back." Yan Bing stood up from his position and stumbled to Fu Tingyuan, "It's just right, I'll go to the bathroom too." ”

Fu Tingyuan stepped out of the way, watching Yan Bing flee from the box with a pale face, he raised his eyebrows, and walked over to sit next to Luo Nanchu: "If you don't want to admit it, forget it, don't bully him." My third uncle is very timid. ”

Luo Nanchu held his cheeks and glanced at Fu Tingyuan: "Why did I bully him?" I just don't like him very much. ”

"He's still remembered you all these years. I wanted to separate us in the first place, but it was also for your own good. ”

"He showed up too late." Luo Nanchu said lightly, "I'm not a child, I can treat others as fathers by saying and doing anything." ”

Fu Tingyuan looked at her and sighed silently.

He tried his best, Luo Nanchu didn't accept it, and he couldn't do anything.

He brought Luo Nanchu over today, and he did have the intention of letting her contact Yan Bing, and also helped Yan Bing explore Luo Nanchu's tone.

But it is clear that this little woman is very tight-mouthed and stubborn on matters of principle.

"Forget it, if you don't like it, don't like it." Fu Tingyuan said, "I'll make it clear to him." ”

When he went home after eating, Yan Bing looked obviously depressed.

He is not an inconspicuous person, he has a simple temperament, and Luo Nanchu's refusal to admit him seems to have hit him hard.

Fu Tingyuan was a little unbearable, after all, he was his own uncle, and after sending people away, he tentatively said to Luo Nanchu: "You will be gentle with him in the future, and you will be sad." My third uncle was about to cry. ”

Luo Nanchu raised his chin: "No." ”

She doesn't like Yan Bing.

Didn't like it from the start.

It may have been a vague memory from a long, long time ago, when she was not sane.

That memory became subconscious, hidden in her current mind.

The man threw her with his own hands.

The little baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, who didn't know anything, opened his eyes, and the retina reflected the back of the man turning away.

She didn't know that she had been abandoned by her father, but when she looked at the disappearing figure, she began to cry helplessly.