Ye Jing didn't expect that her son would be so cold and arrogant in front of his wife.
Song Shengsheng's face turned red as if she was ripe after hearing this. She called out softly, "Mom."
Ye Jing only has two sons and no daughters.
My son's personality is like the stinking stone in the toilet, which is particularly unpleasant.
There is also no consideration or tenderness.
The only thing that comforted her was that her son was steady and reliable. Compared with other maids in the compound, he was someone she could trust the most.
Have rules and be sensible.
At this moment, when Ye Jing heard the girl's sweet and soft voice, her heart softened all of a sudden.
Ye Jing glared at her son fiercely: "Talk nicely! Don't be mean to her."
Song Shengsheng lowered her eyebrows, and in her heart she was already ridiculing Fu Cheng for being criticized, but she didn't dare to show any sign of taking advantage of him on her face.
Fu Cheng pinched her fingers and said helplessly, "Mom, I wasn't mean to her."
Song Shengsheng raised her little face, put on a pitiful look, and added unnecessary words to help him: "Mom, he wasn't mean to me."
Ye Jing's heart immediately turned to her daughter-in-law whom she had just met. She said, "You don't have to speak for him. If he bullies you, just tell me and I will take care of him."
Song Shengsheng's tense mood relaxed quietly, and she felt that Fu Cheng's mother was a really nice person.
It was not like what was written in the novel, where he looked down on her, bossed her around, and told her to stay away from his son.
"Thank you, Mom."
"You two must be tired after the long train ride. Go back to your room and rest for a while. Then, when his father comes back at noon, we can have lunch together."
"Yes, Mom."
Ye Jing is so soft-hearted that she wishes she could have another daughter.
It turns out that my daughter is the best, she is so obedient.
"Fu Cheng, take Shengsheng back to her room quickly. Don't tire her out." Ye Jing then took her hand and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? The nanny is at home. I'll tell her what you want to eat."
Fu Cheng interrupted and said, "Mom, I've fed her breakfast, and her belly is still round now, don't let her eat too much."
Eating too much makes me feel uncomfortable.
She was lying on the bed, holding her belly, whimpering, with tears in her eyes, saying that she felt uncomfortable and asked him to rub her belly.
Song Shengsheng felt a little unhappy when she heard this. Fu Cheng was just jealous that his mother liked her and he was reluctant to give her more food.
Song Shengsheng secretly had evil intentions and said with a forbearing look: "Mom, I'm not hungry, you don't need to eat."
Ye Jing felt that her son was a person who had no sympathy for others. She pinched his arm and said, "You don't even let your wife eat more. I really admire you."
Fu Cheng glanced at Song Shengsheng indifferently, and snorted coldly at the weak look she showed.
Song Shengsheng felt guilty instantly and dared not act like a troublemaker again.
Fu Cheng took his people up to the second floor and went to the room where he usually lived.
The two have been married for several years and live in the same room when they return home, so there is no gossip.
Fu Cheng's room was clean, spacious and bright, with a glass window facing the yard outside.
There was still a bookshelf in the bedroom, but the books on it had been cleared out.
All the books I read during my study abroad period have been disposed of.
Song Shengsheng heard the door closing and felt inexplicably nervous.
She arrived in the capital this morning and was first frightened by the police, then entered this magnificent compound.
I have a clearer understanding of the class gap between me and Fu Cheng.
It's more than a chasm between heaven and earth, it's simply impossible to cross.
No wonder she can only be a vicious female supporting role who is used as cannon fodder.
"Why, why did you close the door?" Song Shengsheng asked with a little stutter.
Fu Cheng didn't even turn his head. He turned his back to her and opened the closet: "It's not closed."
Then, he uttered a few words: "Locked."
Song Shengsheng: "..."
Her heart was beating like a drum, and she was afraid that Fu Cheng would settle the score with her for the trouble she had just made for him.
She was unable to utter a word at the moment, yet she could not stand such a quiet moment.
After a while, she glanced at his bed and said incoherently, "Your bed is so big."
Fu Cheng, who had just packed their luggage, looked up at her and said meaningfully, "Well, so you have to bear it."
Song Shengsheng, who had done something wrong, was obviously not so confident in front of him. She pretended not to understand and looked up at the sky and acted stupid: "I'm afraid of ruining your room, I want to sleep in the guest room."
Fu Cheng told her directly: "There are no extra rooms."
Song Shengsheng felt that Fu Cheng was playing her for a fool. How could there be no guest room in the family quarters on the third floor?
Fu Cheng seemed to see through her thoughts. He said, "We, the officials and their families, must comply with the policy and not waste space. There are only five rooms in the house. The extra one is for the nanny's bedroom."
"My father suffered a lot during the investigation. The nanny was hired with the organization's consent."
"If you don't want to sleep with me, then either sleep with my brother or the babysitter."
Song murmured in a low, unconvinced voice: "Then I will sleep with my brother."
She didn't dare to shout loudly, after all, it was shameful.
Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows: "What did you say?"
Song Shengsheng shook his head gloomily: "I didn't say anything."
She made another note of Fu Cheng in her heart, and the vengeful little fool's heart was almost full.
Fu Cheng actually wanted to force her to sleep with his brother or the nanny.
It's just terrible.
Song Shengsheng continued, "I want to take a shower."
There are all kinds of people and all kinds of smells on the train.
It was summer again, and she felt like she was smelling awful after not taking a shower for a whole night.
There is also a small bathroom in Fu Cheng's bedroom, and the toiletries in it are ones that Song Shengsheng has never used before.
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There are many other things she doesn't know how to use.
Fu Cheng prepared hot water for her, and she took a clean bath and felt much more comfortable.
After she finished her shower, Fu Cheng also entered the bathroom.
Song Shengsheng had nothing to do, so she couldn't help but look around in his room. In short, he was not very honest.
She opened the drawer beside the bed and placed several books on advanced mathematics, physics theory, etc. inside.
Song Shengsheng picked it up and looked at the cover, then lost interest.
Just as I was about to put it back, a few pieces of paper fell out of the Advanced Mathematics book.
On the pink and white paper, there was a poem with a lot of elegant words written on it - I wish you could help me soar up to the sky.
There are two beautiful words left in the lower right corner - Xue Luo.
This statement seems quite ambiguous.
Song Shengsheng couldn't help but flip through the book of advanced mathematics again. There were some drawn notes in it, and many of the handwritings were from the same person who left the letter.
Song Shengsheng knew Xue Luo.
They are Fu Cheng's childhood sweethearts in the compound, and they are a perfect match.
If the Fu family hadn't had the incident at that time, Fu Cheng and Xue Luo would have gotten married with the help of the elders of the two families!
Song Shengsheng held the book angrily. Did Fu Cheng and Xue Luo share a book of advanced mathematics when they were studying?
He is willing to do so!
She asked Fu Cheng to borrow a book, but he refused.
Song Shengsheng was so angry that he wanted to bite someone.
Fu Cheng came out of the shower and saw her rummaging through his drawer. She had taken out all the books inside.
His expression suddenly became serious. Some of these books contained messages between him and his brother.
Could it be that Song Shengsheng was really trying to gather information for the separatist faction?
Fu Cheng strode over and snatched the book from her hand coldly: "Song Shengsheng, what are you doing?"
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