Did he give a thank you gift?

Principal Wen was stunned for a while, and after seeing Yan Wansheng leave, he turned around and hurriedly called home.

It is better to believe that it is there than to believe that it is not.

Outside the school gates.

Fu Qingyu sat in the car, squeezing his hands nervously.

Beads of sweat hung on his forehead, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

It's all my parents' fault, so I didn't say anything to stop by and let him take my uncle's car to school......

He squinted his eyes and secretly stared at the man with a powerful aura beside him, and swallowed, "Uncle...... I've arrived. ”

"Well, let's go down." Fu Tinglan didn't look at him, and his tone was calm.

Fu Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, uncle, for sending me to school." ”

After saying this, he opened the door and got out of the car quickly, for fear of staying for a minute and a second.

When I closed the car door, I couldn't help but shiver.

It is rumored that Fu Tinglan is old, weak, sick and disabled, extremely ugly, and a disaster, only the Fu family knows that his uncle is not only amazingly talented, but also unpredictable.

Turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain, a word can determine everything, and it may be his uncle.

But whoever has come into contact with him, no one is not afraid of him, and the current height of the Fu family is also pushed up by Fu Tinglan.

It's a pity, God is jealous of talent......

Fu Qingyu sighed.

In the car, Fu Ling looked at Fu Tinglan through the rearview mirror, "Young Master Qingyu got a big test by himself, and he successfully entered the national experimental class, and his talent is not bad." ”

"Hmm." Fu Tinglan looked out the window, just in time to see Yan Wansheng walking out of the side door in a low-key manner, he inexplicably remembered the girl's words last night, and silently raised the car window slowly, "Go back to Fu's house." ”

Today is the middle of the month, and it's time for the illness to attack again.

In order to leave Fu Tinglan behind, the old man Fu spared no effort to arrange the marriage for him, at first the girls saw Fu Tinglan's face, and they were shy and speechless.

For Fu Tinglan's illness, the Fu family found major famous doctors and Mr. Metaphysics, and finally said that he would not live this year.

It's October.

There is still more than one month left.

Fu Ling tensed her jawline and didn't speak again.

There was a dead silence in the car.

Yan Wansheng looked up at his watch and asked He Fan to drive to Yan's house.

Early in the morning, Yan Changming called to urge her to sign the agreement, for fear that she would regret it.

The door was open, and when they saw her return, the servants pretended not to see her, and went about their own business, with disdainful expressions.

As soon as she came back with her front foot, there was a coquettish laugh on her back foot.

"Mom, when I become a well-known designer, I want to honor you and Dad!"

Yan Yan smiled sweetly, speaking with the unique delicacy of a little girl.

Li Anshu patted her head with relief, "Mom doesn't ask you for anything in return, it's good if you're happy." I see Yan Yan's intentions in my eyes, be good, I will ask your father to give you tens of thousands of dollars more to buy two beautiful clothes. ”

No expectation.

Yan Wansheng hooked his lips mockingly, but did not say a word.

"Sister? Are you back? Yan Yan was the first to find her, holding Li Anshu's hand tightened, and her smile expanded, "Why don't you go in?" Ah, what's the matter with the maid, didn't you see my sister come back? ”

She reprimanded angrily, with a proper host demeanor, as if Yan Wansheng was just a guest at Yan's house.

Li Anshu just frowned, "What are you doing here?" ”

"If it weren't for the five percent of the shares, I wouldn't have set foot here."