Chapter 194 My stomach is stuck

"It's rare that you come back, how about I treat you to lunch today?" Fu Zhengming's smiling face was full of respect.

Nian Luochen and his old wife looked at each other, then smiled and nodded: "It's time to eat this meal. It's been so many years since we last saw each other."

"Yes, it's been many years." Fu Zhengming responded with emotion. This emotion was not only about the fact that the two hadn't seen each other for many years, but also about the fact that the child was lost. However, this incident was painful for the two elderly people, and they couldn't talk about it like they could express the passage of time.

The six of them went to a private room in the hotel to have lunch.

One serving of pigeon soup per person.

Fu Shangbei tore off the pigeon legs and put them into Yan Nuo's bowl.

After seeing this, Fu Zhengming also tore off the pigeon legs and gave them to Yan Nuo, smiling: "You like to eat pigeon legs, and your mother likes to eat pigeon heads."

Nian Qingyi was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but blurt out: "Little Yannuo also likes to eat pigeon legs."

"Yes, every time she has a poor appetite, I cook some pigeon soup and put pigeon legs in front of her, and she'll have an appetite again." Fu Shangbei said, "Grandma Nian, who else likes to eat pigeon legs?"

Nian Qingyi felt a pang in her heart and said, "My daughter also liked to eat pigeon legs when she was little."

After saying this, his expression became uncontrollably lost.

The box suddenly became quiet, and Lu Ying immediately glared at her son warningly, telling him not to say anything more.

Fu Shangbei lowered his eyes and curled his thin lips slightly.

Yan Nuo, who caught this detail, couldn't believe that the man was laughing at this time.

After dinner, Nian Luochen and Nian Qingyi walked away, and Fu Zhengming and Lu Ying also left, leaving the young couple alone. Yan Nuo finally asked the question in his heart: "Why did you still laugh when Mom hinted that you should keep quiet just now? What were you thinking at that time? This is completely different from the you I know."

He has always been good at thinking from other people's perspectives, but just now in the box, he didn't do that.

"Wife, I can't explain it to you now. Anyway, I have no ill will towards Grandma Nian. Will you believe me?"

"I've always believed in you, but I was confused, so I waited until everyone left before asking you."

"That's enough." Fu Shangbei held her soft little hand, bent down and sat in the Rolls-Royce.

He is playing charades.

Yan Nuo pouted her lips and said unhappily, "I trusted you so much, but you didn't explain."

"Well, wife, you don't allow me to have secrets?" Fu Shangbei teased her deliberately.

If it were someone else, they might have to pretend not to admit it. Yan Nuo was silent for a few seconds before he said directly and confidently: "Yes, I don't want you to hide secrets from me, because I don't... like... people who hide secrets from me."

She deliberately prolonged the pronunciation of three words, and for the first time, a concrete possessiveness finally emerged in her clean and innocent eyes. Although this possessiveness was not strong enough, it was enough to shake Fu Shangbei's heart.

To the extent that the man began to regret asking such an impolite question during the meal, because he still couldn't tell his young wife the answer right now.

Yan Nuo also noticed the hesitation in her husband's eyes, and became more certain of one thing: "So, you are hiding something from me."

The tone was so certain.

Fu Shangbei came back to his senses, put his hands on Yan Nuo's waist, and pulled her into his arms. However, Yan Nuo deliberately turned sideways, so that when he hugged her, he couldn't get close to her. There was a round pregnant belly between them.

Yan Nuo raised his eyebrows proudly: "Oh, my stomach is stuck."

Fu Shangbei sighed deeply and held his forehead with his fingertips. If those two brats really came out, he would definitely pick them up and give them a good beating first.