Fu Tingyuan raised his hand and pulled her directly into the house.

Fu Qingtian stumbled a few times and walked in front of Yan Zong, who leaned on the head of the bed and looked up at her.

In his memory, she was still the bright little girl, and it was the most vivid and brilliant memory of his life.

"You're here."

"Hmm......" Fu Qingtian responded. She looked a little confused.

Yan Zong was too different from what she remembered, and she even felt that she was only facing a stranger.

Fu Tingyuan spoke, "Let's go out first." Talk to Dad. ”

"......" Fu Qingtian was a little tired of Fu Tingyuan's self-assertion, but she was very afraid that Yan Zong was dead, and Fu Tingyuan really wanted to take revenge on her.

Even if she is unwilling, she knows that she is in the Yan family, and who is protecting her.

The surrounding mermaids rushed out, Fu Tingyuan walked around the corner, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it.

His eyebrows frowned slightly, showing a hint of heavy emotion.

Yan Qingfeng walked over and said to him, "You have been on the plane for a day, go and rest." Dad is very happy to see you, and his spirits are obviously much better. ”

Fu Tingyuan smoked a cigarette and sneered: "It's because I saw that Fu Qingtian's spirit was much better." ”

When Yan Qingfeng heard this, he laughed helplessly: "I can't say that, Dad has always loved the two of you the most." ”

"......" Fu Tingyuan smoked a cigarette, frowning, but did not answer. Yan Zong's preference for him is obvious to everyone, and only he knows how heavy the so-called preference is.

It's just that there is no point in saying this now, Yan Zong probably won't feel that he has done anything wrong in his life, he is such a person anyway.

"You go and rest first." Yan Qingfeng said to him, "I'll call you if there's something." You'll stay here for a few days, and Dad's illness will come and go," he paused, "and probably won't survive this winter." ”

"......" Fu Tingyuan was silent for a while before slowly nodding, "I know." ”

"What about Luo Nanchu?"

"She came over after filming."

Yan Qingfeng nodded, "Okay." ”

Fu Tingyuan still didn't rest much after all.

It's daytime on his side, and it's already night when Luo Nanchu is there.

It is estimated that she had just taken a shower, and she was humming a little tune when she was on the phone with him, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

He leaned sideways against the wall of the corridor, lowered his head and listened to Luo Nanchu's voice coming on his mobile phone, she and he had nothing to talk about, just writing about trivial things at home, interesting things encountered during filming today. It's all very non-nutritious stuff.

But listening to that voice, his slightly suppressed mood seemed to be warmed, and it was not so heavy.

"Ting Yuan, there are still five days, don't think too much about me." She told him how much time she would have before she could come.

Fu Tingyuan smiled in a low voice: "Hmm." I'll be waiting for you in London. ”

"I was a little sleepy, so I went to sleep first." She yawned on the other end, "I've been hanging Weiya for the last few days, and I'm bruised and purple, so tired." ”

"Rest early."

"Good night."

"Good night."

He hung up his phone, raised his head and saw Fu Qingtian walking out of the house, he glanced down at the time, half an hour.

Almost, he didn't continue to embarrass her, just asked someone to arrange a place for Fu Qingtian in the old mansion.

She obviously didn't want to agree, but seeing that his face was light and cold, and he said that the medicine was all at home, Fu Tingyuan glanced at her coldly, turned his head and told the housekeeper to go to her residence to bring her medicine and nurses.