"Don't mention her."

Fu Zhengjun was slapped in the face, and his brows didn't wrinkle, even though Wei Ronghua used a lot of force, and his palms were numb, he didn't seem to feel pain. Only the moment I heard the name, the pain on my face was palpable.

Anyone in this world can mention Xiao Heting's name, but she can't mention it, and he himself is not worthy of mentioning it.

Seeing his expression, Wei Ronghua smiled sadly, and the laughter was a little mad in the empty room: "Fu Zhengjun, you still can't forget her, thirty years have passed, you still can't forget her!" ”

Fu Zhengjun didn't want to have a meaningless argument with her anymore, he thought that he could talk about it from the bottom of his heart, but he overestimated Wei Ronghua.

"You're doing it yourself."

Fu Zhengjun opened the door and walked out, went downstairs and passed the living room, without stopping, and went straight out of the door.

"Dad, it's almost dinner, where are you going?"

Fu Feibai was playing a game on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, a figure flashed in front of him, as soon as he looked up, he saw his father hurrying out, his face didn't seem to be very good, he didn't care about winning or losing the game, he opened his mouth to ask.

Fu Zhengjun didn't reply to him, and the door opened and closed.

"What's the situation?" Fu Feibai scratched the back of his head and looked at Fu Yuling, who was eating fruit next to him.

Fu Yuling shrugged: "I don't know." ”

There was a Mercedes-Benz parked in the yard, and Fu Zhengjun sat in the car, started the engine and drove out of the old house, galloping on the wide road, the heart was still like a huge wave, undulating and uncertain.

A quarter past seven o'clock in the evening, the Fu family's old house was ready to have dinner.

The nanny brought the food to the table and went to the living room to call someone.

A large family sat around the dining table, the old man sat on the main seat, glanced at it, didn't see the eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law, and asked Fu Jichen, why didn't his parents come.

Fu Feibai preemptively said: "My dad went out, I heard the sound of the car starting in the yard, there may be something urgent." My mom should be upstairs, maybe she'll come down later. ”

Wei Ronghua didn't have anything to say about etiquette, and basically there would be no situation where the elders were waiting for her during dinner.

The old man spoke: "Go and see what's going on." ”

Fu Feibai moved his chair and got up, walked out of the dining room, stepped two or three stairs, and in the blink of an eye, he went to the outside of the master bedroom on the second floor, knocked on the door, no one answered inside, he held the doorknob and pressed it down, and opened the door.

There was no light on in the room, and it was pitch black.

Fu Feibai fumbled with the switch on the wall, tapped it, and the moment the light came on, Wei Ronghua covered his face and turned his back, wiping the tears on his face indiscriminately.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Fu Fei's eyes were sharp, and he found that she was secretly crying, so he hurried over, squatted in front of her, put his hand on her lap, and asked with concern, "What happened?" ”

The next second the words landed, Fu Feibai thought of his father who left home before the meal, and asked tentatively: "Did you quarrel with your father?" ”

"Nope." Wei Ronghua wanted to be strong, not wanting to leave the impression of parental discord in front of the juniors, wiping away her tears, she squeezed out a smile, "When have you ever seen me quarrel with your father?" ”

"Then what's wrong with you, so decent, crying so sadly." Fu Feibai is not so perfunctory, he always likes to get to the bottom of things, he is twenty-six years old, and he is still the same as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

Facing his youngest son's concerned eyes, Wei Ronghua couldn't help but compare him with Fu Jichen in his heart, and became more and more sad.

After the age of ten, Ji Chen no longer relies on her like other children, and is very assertive in what she says and does.

Feibai is different, it is the opposite of his brother's personality, when he was seven or eight years old, she saw that this child was out-of-the-box, lively and active, loved to imitate the characters in cartoons and TV series, and was very good at singing and dancing, but he couldn't sink down to do his studies, and it was difficult for him to sit quietly for an hour.

There was already a child in the family who excelled in business, so she didn't ask Feibai too harshly, let him do what he liked, and pinned all her hopes on Ji Chen.

Although the palms and backs of her hands are full of meat, she prefers her son in her heart, and feels that he is better than the other descendants of the Fu family, and is expected to become the heir.

And so it was, she was right.

However, the result in exchange is that the mother and son are becoming more and more estranged, as if they have evolved to the point of speaking ill of each other.

She shuddered at the thought of being on the terrace at that moment, pinning his accusations and questions on her.

Looking at her with affection, there was no respect for her mother at all, and some were just cold.

"I can't talk about quarrels, just a few words with your father, mom is fine, it will be fine in a while." Wei Ronghua came back to his senses and dealt with Fu Feibai's questions half-truthfully.

Fu Feibai straightened up and put his hand on her shoulder: "Then you go wash your face, let's go downstairs to eat, grandpa is still waiting in the restaurant." ”

Wei Ronghua had no appetite, and he didn't want to face the rest of the family with a pair of red and swollen eyes, especially Fu Jianfang, who was seen by her, and was inevitably sarcastic.

"Go down and eat." Wei Ronghua smiled slightly, trying to act like a nobody, "I'm not too hungry yet, if I'm hungry later, I'll ask the nanny to prepare a supper." ”

"But......" Fu Feibai looked at her worriedly.

Wei Ronghua pushed his youngest son's arm and urged him softly: "Go quickly, don't let your grandfather wait for a long time." She added an extra sentence, "Don't mention what I cried after I go down, lest they worry, and if anyone asks, you will say that I have contracted a cold in the afternoon and want to sleep a little longer." ”

Fu Feibai couldn't persuade her, so he had to go downstairs to eat first.

In the restaurant, the old man moved his chopsticks, and the rest of the people also moved, without deliberately waiting for Wei Ronghua, seeing that Fu Feibai came down, Fu Jianfang first asked, "Did your parents quarrel?" One goes out when he is about to eat, and the other hides upstairs and doesn't come down, what kind of contradiction is this? ”

Fu Feibai said: "No. My mom had a cold in the afternoon and rested upstairs, let's eat first. ”

Fu Jianfang pursed the corners of his mouth, picked up the vegetables by himself, and did not ask again.

There was no topic at the dinner table, they ate separately, the atmosphere was not stiff, and the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding sounded from time to time, and there was a feeling of joy.

The mobile phone rang, and for a while, everyone stopped eating and looked in the direction of the ringing.

Fu Jichen put the chopsticks on the ceramic chopsticks at hand, pulled a napkin to wipe his mouth, picked up the mobile phone and looked at it, it was his father's call, pressed the connect button, and an unfamiliar voice came from the phone, and the tone was urgent.

Hearing the words over there, Fu Jichen, who had always been calm and calm, lost his bearings, and his expression revealed a trace of panic.

"In which hospital? Okay, I'll go over right away. ”

At the same time as the phone hung up, Fu Jichen got up, and the stool moved back violently, rubbing against the floor, making a slightly harsh sound.

"What's wrong?" The old man sitting in the main seat showed a worried face, because when he heard the word "hospital", coupled with the fact that there were people in the family who were not present, it was inevitable to think of bad things.

Sure enough, Fu Jichen's next words verified his conjecture: "My dad had a car accident on Fuzhou Road and is now being sent to Renhe Hospital for rescue, and the doctor in the ambulance who called me said that he was not in good condition." ”

The faces of the people present all changed, and even Fu Jianfang, who loved the poor mouth the most, was speechless and looked surprised.

Fu Jichen didn't care whether they were shocked or worried, picked up the car key on the entryway cabinet and walked out, there was no time to contact the driver, he sat in the cab, stepped on the accelerator and turned the front of the car.

The car rushed out of the gate of the old house like an arrow from the string.

The others came back to their senses, how could they still be in the mood to eat, so they put down their chopsticks and went out one after another, and rushed to the hospital in several cars.

The sound of the car's engine sounded in the yard one after another, and people panicked when they heard it.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Wei Ronghua was lying on her side on the bed, and naturally she heard it, she felt uneasy for no reason, and after thinking about it, she couldn't be indifferent after all, so she got up and put on a coat and went downstairs.

There was no one in the dining room, only steaming delicacies, whose cups were knocked over, and juice ran down the edge of the table to the floor.

One can imagine the "chaos of war" a moment ago.

Wei Ronghua's uneasiness became more and more intense, and he called the nanny and asked, "Where have they gone?" ”

The nanny thought that she had gone with someone else, and when she saw that she was still here, she was a little surprised: "The eldest young master received a call that Mr. had been in a car accident and was sent to the hospital for rescue." ”

Wei Ronghua's legs suddenly weakened, and he almost fell, but he raised his hand to hold on to the chair closest to him, and only then could he barely stabilize his shaking figure. (End of chapter)