Fu Minghui and Jing Sang sat in the living room, they didn't see Lu Siyan coming down for a long time, and they didn't see Lu Siyan's father, Fu Minghui asked Jing Sang again:

"Xiao San, what about your husband? Hasn't he come back yet? ”

Jing Sang said while playing the game: "That old man, lying upstairs, people are going to die." ”

"Huh? Is your husband sick? ”

"Yes, I guess I won't live long, and I said that I would marry to be happy, but I was married to the door, and I didn't see any improvement in my condition, hey, I'm also miserable, and I'm going to be a widow at a young age."

Jing Sang said it seriously, and it was a little pitiful.

Fu Minghui looked at her, completely convinced it, so she hurriedly hugged her shoulder and comforted: "Xiao Sang, it's okay, you are still young, there will be better ones in the future." ”

"Hey, don't say that, otherwise the people here should scold me for having no conscience, no matter what, marry a chicken and a dog and marry a dog, even if the dog dies, I have to continue to guard this home for him."

Jing Sang put away his phone, pretended to choke up, and looked at Fu Minghui with scarlet eyes, "Now that old man's only wish is to see his son get married, but Lu Siyan, this child, and he doesn't have a girlfriend yet, how can he get married." ”

Jing Sang pretended to be Lu Siyan's wife, and was very worried that Lu Siyan would not be able to marry his daughter-in-law.

Fu Minghui listened to it completely, and she had already begun to think about how to please Lu Siyan.

At that time, the voice of the nanny came from not far away, "Miss, it's time for dinner." ”

When Jing Sang heard this, he stood up and said to Fu Minghui: "You go to the restaurant first, I'll go upstairs and call the old man." ”

With that, Jing Sang walked upstairs.

Fu Minghui really thought that she was going to call the seventy-year-old man, and without thinking too much, she got up and went to the restaurant.

Jing Sang jumped and jumped upstairs from downstairs, and went to the study to take a look first, but there was no one, so she went to the room.

As a result, when I opened the door, I saw a man who had just come out of the bathroom, rubbing his short wet hair.

She walked in, closed the door again, and said to Lu Siyan: "My sister will stay here for a few days, you give me a face, don't be too indifferent to her, okay?" ”

In order to get him to agree, Jing Sang walked over, climbed into bed, took a towel from his hand, and personally wiped his hair.

Lu Siyan looked at her actions and was inexplicably happy.

But he couldn't help but reprimand her, "You really don't have a long memory, what kind of person your family is, don't you know better than me?" ”

Lu Siyan felt that this little thing was too kind-hearted, and others could coax her with a casual word or two.

As far as he knew, this little girl had her mother's surname, and she had never been recognized by the Fu family.

Not to mention what her own sister did to her before, let's talk about her father, for his own little company, he actually sold this little thing to an old man in his seventies for a million.

If he hadn't intercepted it in time, this little thing would have been tortured into marrying an old man.

She's good, she forgot the pain of the scar, and now she actually brought all her sisters here.

But for the sake of this little thing begging him, he could have allowed the woman to stay, but if the woman didn't know what to do, don't blame him for being cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Yes, I know you are for my good, but after all, that is my relative, how can my relatives have an overnight feud, so you are polite to her for my sake?"

Jing Sang stood on the bed, holding Lu Siyan's face with both hands, smiling brightly like a flower.