When Fu Jingfeng's phone rang, he held his daughter in one hand, took out his phone, looked at it, and picked it up: "Hello?"
His voice was calm and warm.
Yeah, that sounds nice.
The only thing I felt was that it should be Mu Jin's call.
"Yeah, she's at home taking care of the kids. Wait a minute, she's right next to me. Let me ask her."
Fu Jingfeng turned his head and looked at Gu Weiyi, "Weiyi, did you do anything in the painting?"
Weiyi, holding his son in his arms, looked at him hesitantly, then frowned. A few seconds later, he said angrily, "I set off the explosives."
"She said she set off explosives. Well, that's it for now."
Fu Jingfeng smiled and whispered before hanging up the phone.
Soon the aunt came and took the twins away. Fu Jingfeng then sat diagonally opposite her and smiled again when he looked at her.
Gu Weiyi asked him unhappily, "What are you laughing at?"
"When Mu Jin was taking the painting back, he ran into a police patrol."
“…”
The only thought that made my heart jump to my throat.
She hoped that the painting didn't fall into Mu Jin's hands.
But he stopped there.
Seeing her staring at him, Fu Jingfeng was no longer in a hurry to continue.
Wei Yi was angry and wanted to leave immediately. Fu Jingfeng quickly leaned over to hold her back and looked up at her: "What are you angry about?"
"Who said I was angry?"
"We have been married for many years."
He said this suddenly.
He pulled her into his arms and sat down, looking at her delicate skin against him, wanting to say something else but stopping himself.
He gently rested his forehead against hers, as if trying to comfort his longing for her.
Gu Weiyi lowered his eyes and said nothing for a long time.
Whenever he gets close to her, he gives her the illusion that he really needs her.
Her cell phone rang. She took it out of her pocket and took a look. Seeing that it was Chen Wan, she sat on his lap and answered it. "Hello, Mom."
"Fang Mo is getting married. Will your husband go with you to his wedding?"
"I'm not sure. I'll get back to you after I ask him."
Weiyi hung up the phone after saying that, and then looked at Fu Jingfeng again.
Fu Jingfeng looked at her, "What?"
"Fang Mo is getting married."
The man whom he regarded as his biggest rival in love was getting married.
After hearing this, Fu Jingfeng looked at her downcast eyes again, moved closer until his breath touched hers, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sad?"
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