In the hospital, the children cried loudly and loudly one after another, like a symphony of injections, impassioned.
The sound continued outside the gate of the hospital, scaring the other babies who had not yet entered to join the Cry Orchestra.
"Qingqing, be good, the injection really doesn't hurt. Let's go in, and we can come out in one go."
Fu Sijin and Fu Sishen stood outside the car and tried to persuade the little guy who couldn't get out of the car, but Qingqing didn't believe their nonsense.
"I don't want it!" categorically, fully expressing Qingqing's determination.
Qingqing's small arms tightly wrapped around the backrest of the front car seat, and Fu Sishen refused to let go no matter how much Fu Sishen pulled.
Fu Sishen was afraid of hurting her again.
Many parents who were dragging their children over saw this scene, and they all felt sympathy.
It's just that the little devil in their family can't figure it out, so don't mess with other people's affairs.
"Can't you get out?"
There has been a stalemate for half an hour, and seeing that Qingqing still refused to accept his fate, Fu Sijin couldn't help but sinking his face slightly and said coldly.
His cold face was very similar to when Fu Heng was angry. Although Qingqing had never seen Fu Heng angry at her, she knew this inexplicably.
Qingqing was a little scared instinctively, and her little hand loosened unconsciously, and then Fu Si was cautiously hugged out of the car.
Before the horse stumbled, Qing Qing yelled in fright, but Fu Sishen was caught in the opportunity and rushed into the hospital quickly, no matter how hard Qing Qing struggled.
"I don't want... I don't want an injection!"
Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to the doctor, Qingqing was so anxious that her limbs fluttered wildly. She accidentally heard a'pop', she seemed to accidentally hit something.
When Qingqing's body became stiff, she raised her head timidly, and saw a small red palm print on Fu Si Shenjun's face, which was particularly obvious.
"Yes... right..."
"Are you satisfied now?"
Fu Sishen's usual hippie smile suddenly became gloomy and indifferent, and Qingqing was so scared that Qingqing did not dare to speak.
"I'm working hard to forgive you, but I can't forget that you caused my favorite person to leave me. I tried my best to tell myself that you are still young and that you are not her, but why do you always have her shadow on your body? ?"
The long-suppressed anger flame exploded through this unexpected slap after all.
"Little... Little Shen..."
Qing Qing was scared
Tears fell straight, Fu Si frowned and snatched her from Fu Sishen's arms, and said in a deep voice, "Can you be more mature? As for losing your temper to a three-year-old child?"
"A three-year-old child?" Fu Sishen sneered, full of mockery.
"No matter what she becomes, don't forget, she is always our superior mother! The cold-blooded and ruthless wealthy lady Gu Qingqing, she only has the position of the mistress of the Fu family, you and I are just him Tools to tie up Dad..."
"Pop!" The loud applause made everyone around couldn't help but cast their sights.
In the middle of the crowd, two handsome guys with long legs and tall legs stood opposite each other. One of them tilted his head in embarrassment, and the other had not put down his raised palm. Obviously, there was a dispute, and he moved his hand.
The child between the two was already shocked. She hiccuped and suddenly raised her head and cried loudly.
"Wow..."
Qingqing felt that her heart was uncomfortable, not because Fu Sijin beat Fu Sishen, but because Fu Sijin's words made'she' sad.
It hurts like being scratched by countless knives, and it feels like the whole body is baked on a fire.
How could it be so uncomfortable
She didn't know how to resolve the pain, so she could only cry loudly according to the child's instinct to vent her inner emotions a little.
Holding Qingqing in his arms, Fu Sijin looked at his younger brother with frosty eyes: "If you are so dissatisfied, you don't have to go home in the future, so that we don't have to be blamed by you every day."
As he turned around, he paused again, tilting his head and adding one more sentence.
"By the way, I suddenly felt that leaving you peacefully is really the right choice. An immature man like you can't give a woman stability and happiness at all."
The palms hanging beside him were clenched into fists, looking at the crying face of Qingqing in his brother's arms, Fu Sijin suddenly lost the courage to argue.
He bowed his head dejectedly, turned and left the hospital lonely.
As soon as he walked out the door, his friend An Yuan called.
"Si Shen, have I found An Ran's whereabouts?"
His pupils widened slightly, Fu Sishen almost tremblingly asked: "Where... where?"
"She went abroad to study, and I found the information, saying that she was admitted to a graduate school of a prestigious university abroad and is currently studying for advanced studies."
"Study abroad? Where does she get the money?"
It's no wonder that Fu Sishen raised such a question, it is really the messy things that set up the family, he knows a lot either indirectly or directly.
Especially An Ran still owns
Girlfriend, no one knew exactly what was going on at the time than Fu Sishen.
Said to be the daughter of An Jia, but in fact he was poorer than before he was recognized by An Jia.
Being an ordinary orphan can at least work and earn money, but the daughter of a rich family needs to take care of the so-called family face, and cannot go out to do those'humiliating' things, otherwise they will put the An family in shame.
An Jia, who was unwilling to let An Ran go out to work, refused to pay her living expenses. Obviously, the adopted daughter bought a bag for hundreds of thousands, but the real An Jia lady couldn't even afford a small wallet of more than ten yuan.
It is ironic to think about it.
Fu Sishen once wanted to help his girlfriend, but An Ran was not a last resort every time, otherwise he would never use his money.
So he knows Enron's financial situation better than anyone else, knowing that she will never pay for studying abroad, let alone living expenses, she even tuition...
Suddenly, Fu Sishen had a very ominous premonition. He hesitantly asked: "An Ran's money for studying abroad... Is it right? My mother gave it?"
"... Yes." To be honest, An Yuan couldn't believe it when he found out: "Not only that, I also found out that Aunt Gu is also my sister's long-term sponsor."
"How long has it been?" Fu Sishen said dumbly.
"For more than 20 years, basically, since my sister's disappearance, she has been adopted and taken care of by Aunt Gu." He is now very respectful of the name Qingqing.
This is the great benefactor who saved his sister and sheltered her to grow up healthy.
Fu Sishen's face was slightly stiff: "That is to say..."
In other words, even before he knew An Ran, his mother had known An Ran's existence, but her identity in front of her mother would definitely not be his girlfriend.
Covering his face, Fu Sishen suddenly felt the world spin.
An Yuan's voice continued to be heard in the ear: "I got the surveillance video inside the cafe that day, and I asked a lip language expert to interpret their conversations. Would you like to come and watch it together?"
"… good."
Turning around and looking at the noisy entrance of the hospital, Qingqing might still be crying inside. Fu Sishen wanted to go in and ask her to apologize, but he was afraid that Qingqing didn't want to see herself now, so he could only rush to Anyuan first.
He wants to figure out the truth!
In the hospital, unlike Fu Sishen thought, Qing Qing stopped crying.
She just cried too violently, Fu Sijin couldn't coax her at all, so she couldn't help but call his dad urgently.
The video call is connected in almost a second.
Fu Heng on the opposite side is playing a remote video
During the meeting, I unexpectedly received a call request from the eldest son.
The eldest son was always calm, and would not call himself casually when he was fine, so Fu Heng quickly picked up the phone.
As a result, as soon as the phone was connected, Qingqing's miserable cry came over, resounding throughout the office.
The subordinates on the opposite side of the video craned their necks curiously, wanting to see whose child was crying and crying so miserably. Unfortunately, the screen in front of them went black at the next moment, leaving only a text message.
"In a hurry, postpone the meeting."
"Qing Qing..." Fu Heng whispered softly.
He knew that today was the day when Qingqing was given an injection, but when he saw the divorce agreement yesterday, he was shocked so much that he subconsciously chose to escape in the morning and hurried to the company, not dare to face Qingqing. Throw her to the care of her two sons.
Didn’t expect that these two brats take care of their mother like this
"Uncle, woooo..."
Seeing Fu Heng in Fu Sijin's phone, Qingqing subconsciously stretched out her small hand in a grievance, wanting to ask him to hug him.
"Why is Qingqing crying? Who is bullying you, and uncle helps you teach him, OK?"
Fu Heng only thought that Qingqing was hurt by the injection, so he cried. He deliberately teased her with a joke and diverted her attention.
"No... not good."
While wiping small tears, Qingqing choked and said: "Uncle don't... Don't beat Xiaoshen."
It hurts to hit someone, Xiao Shen has already been hit by her, her own hand still hurts a little now, let alone the person who was hit, so Qingqing didn't want Fu Sishen to be hit.
She will feel distressed, distressed so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, more scary than an injection, Qingqing doesn't want to experience it again.
"Si Shen?" Unexpectedly when the younger son's name appeared from Qingqing's mouth, Fu Heng unexpectedly looked at the elder son, his expression slightly narrowed: "What's the matter?"
"The younger brother..." Fu Sijin is not a good elder brother who is considerate of his younger brother, and what Fu Sishen said obviously owes him too much. Fu Sijin owes him even to cover up for him.
Of course, he would not deliberately add fuel and jealousy, just objectively expound the facts.
But this also made Fu Heng angry.
"Sure enough, we are too used to him." So that the youngest son is so big and immature.
Even an individual can't learn it.
"Uncle, don't be angry, Qingqing is afraid."
Qingqing's timid little milky voice recalled Fu Heng's sanity. He reduced his anger in an instant and changed into a gentle appearance: "Qingqing will give you an injection, and then uncle will pick you up for fun, okay?"