When she was ten years old, as a birthday gift, Song Yurong bought her a poodle.

But Fang Yan didn't like dogs and was noisy, so he asked someone to lose the dog the next day.

When she was thirteen years old, her grandmother died of a serious illness, and she never even saw her for the last time.

The reason was that Fang Yan listened to the slander of the fortune teller, saying that she was in conflict with the old man's fate.

At the age of eighteen, Fang Yan tore up the only photo of her mother.

On the day he married into the Zhou family, Fang Ziqin said to him: "I didn't marry Zhou Zhan for your Fang Yan's face, but for the Fang family's face." ”

"Sister......

"Ziqin ......"

The moment they saw her, the mother and son were almost in unison.

Song Yurong got up from the ground, his face was uneasy: "Why did you come back?" ”

"I'll come back and see."

Fang Ziqin looked at her, although that face couldn't withstand the traces of time, it was quite beautiful, and she hated and pity her heart.

"Aunt Song, you are good at everything, gentle and considerate, dignified and virtuous. The only thing that is bad is that his temperament is too weak and he doesn't know how to resist. ”

She spat out her mouth, her eyes staring at Fang Yan without blinking, and her expression was sarcastic.

Hearing this, Fang Yan did not speak.

Just raised the somewhat vicissitudes of life and glanced at her.

Fang Ziqin smiled and asked, "Dad, am I right?" ”

Fang Yan swallowed his saliva as if he was struggling, opened his eyes, and threw the leather whip on the ground.

He said, "Now that you're back, I'll leave after dinner." ”

In total, she hasn't been back to this home for more than three months.

On the day he came back from Yecheng, Fang Ziqin wanted to come back first, but was delayed by Fang Junsheng's hospitalization halfway.

As a stepwife and stepmother, Song Yurong saw it in her eyes and felt uncomfortable in her heart.

After so many years under one roof, she knows best that the father and daughter can't untie the knot.

Neither of them wants to take that step first and give the other a step down.

Waiting for Fang Yan to walk away, Fang Ziqin hugged Song Yurong repeatedly: "Aunt Song, are you okay?" ”

"Ziqin, I'm fine, but your dad ......"

"What's wrong with him?"

Song Yurong's face was not very good, and he hesitated: "Several major customers that the company cooperates with have frequently withdrawn their investments in the past few days, I suspect that Ji Jiacheng did this, and your father won't let me tell you." ”

Fang Junsheng slapped away the tears on his face, gritted the root of his teeth, and said, "It's him, there is no one else but him." ”

At that time, more than half of the company's customers chose to cooperate with Zhou Zhan's face.

Ji Jiacheng is Zhou Zhan's nephew again, and those people covered by the Zhou family will naturally give him face.

In this way, it is indeed true.

Moreover, only Ji Jiacheng had the motivation to do so.

"Don't be angry with your father, he has a knife and a tofu heart, and he says cruel things on his lips, but he still cares about you very much in his heart." Song Yurong had a mist in the corners of his eyes.

Fang Ziqin gradually gathered the indifference in his eyes.

After being indifferent for a few seconds, she said in a calm voice: "Aunt Song, don't help him excuse him." ”

"No matter what, our family can't be separated."

After dinner, Fang Ziqin took a taxi back to the hotel, and on the way she opened the WeChat group.

Click on Ji Jiacheng's WeChat account and select Add.

The other party quickly agreed, almost knee-jerk, in less than two seconds.

"Hello, little auntie." After the words, he also attached a smirk.

Fang Ziqin ignored his ridicule and typed two words: "Where?" ”

"Imperial City Clubhouse, 919."

Ji Jiacheng seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, and directly reported the room number.

Fang Ziqin didn't reply, and directly closed the phone: "Master, help turn around and go to the Imperial City Club." ”