He had to do everything in his power to keep himself from getting on the plane to Tongcheng.

The result of letting go of his desires is terrible, and he can't afford that sin, so be patient.

The pen on his fingertip slowly stopped, then slowly squeezed the tip of the pen in the palm of his hand, he clenched his fist, and then closed his eyes indifferently.

After a while, the phone on his desk rang, Fu Tingyuan opened his eyes and threw the pen in his hand aside, casually shook the blood flowing from his palm, and reached out to pick up the phone.

"Dad."

"It's a family banquet in a few days, when do you plan to come to the ancestral house?" Yan Zong's voice was always so neutral.

"Oh." Fu Tingyuan leaned lazily on the office chair, "I didn't plan to come over." ”

"Do you like words? The elders in the family are all here, but you can't be a junior? ”

"It's not like I've never been absent." His tone was still so lazy, "Isn't Big Brother here?" He's your heir, so don't bother me, okay? ”

"Fu Tingyuan!" Yan Zong was angry over there, "Why did you fall back more and more as you lived?" ”

"Why are you getting more and more verbose." Fu Tingyuan said lightly, "Hang up, I'm going to work, I want to find someone to play with you go to Yan Ruyu, he is more idle than me." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Yan Zong to scold, he directly buckled the phone.

He can't handle his own affairs, where is he in the mood to deal with that pile of old antiques.

When is the feast coming......

Luo Nanchu should take Luo Yi and Guoguo out to play, or stay at home and sleep.

She has always lived a very lazy life.

He held his face and smiled helplessly.

When will he be able to stop thinking about her.

*

Luo Nanchu got off the plane, but he was still stumbled by the cold wind blowing on his face.

Yan Ruyu raised her hand and hugged the person in her arms, "London is still relatively cold in winter. ”

Luo Nanchu felt that his eyelashes were about to be frozen, and his face was buried in Yan Ruyu's down jacket, where is it cold, it is obviously very cold.

"I don't want to come to England in the winter again."

She shuddered in his arms.

Yan Ruyu put one hand around her to block the wind and dragged the suitcase with the other, "Okay?" Is it really that cold? ”

"You Britons are all reincarnated with warm babies...... "The kind that brings its own fuel."

Yan Ruyu sneered and walked out of the airport with her, there was already a car parked there outside the airport, Yan Ruyu reached out and opened the door of the back seat, letting Luo Nanchu get in the car first.

She did look a little pitiful from the cold, her lips were white, and the little one was curled up there, probably because she was too small and the temperature was not enough, so she was so afraid of the cold.

"Little master, do you want to go back to the ancestral house?"

"No, go to my residence." If Luo Nanchu is brought over now, she will definitely be surrounded by that group of old things and ask questions, there is no need for her to suffer this crime in advance.

The car drove slowly down the wide street.

Yan Ruyu reached out and shook Luo Nanchu's hand, her fingertips were a little cold, and he looked at her a little distressed: "Still cold?" ”

"It's fine." Luo Nanchu said, "It's been relieved." ”

Yan Ruyu ordered: "Turn the air conditioner on a little higher." ”

Half an hour later, the car stopped at Yan Ruyu's villa in London.

The housekeeper who drove for him came down to carry his suitcase for him, Yan Ruyu took Luo Nanchu by the hand, turned his head and asked the housekeeper: "I heard that my third brother is not coming to the family banquet this year?" ”