After being scolded by his brother, Fu Sishen chuckled and fooled around, then said: "Doesn't our mother like sister-in-law very much? Why do you say she was turned down?"
He is now protecting Qingqing. If someone else said something bad about his mother today, Fu Sishen would definitely explode.
"I didn't say that, but I just thought that mother didn't look very good at the time. I don't know if it's because her body hasn't recovered yet, or if she's sick."
Fu Sishen protects Qingqing no less than his brother. No matter how much he likes Yu Yu, he will never deliberately doubt Qingqing because of those two sentences.
There have been enough misunderstandings in the past, and he is unwilling to put any dark thoughts on his beloved family.
In fact, the two brothers were here by pure coincidence, and it was not a premeditated tracking.
After all, Qingqing asked Yu Yu out just on impulse, and they didn't have the ability to predict the future, so how could they know this?
So it was just a coincidence that the two met in the same restaurant.
They were here because Fu Sishen specially asked his brother out and asked him to help.
Unexpectedly, he became an eavesdropper.
"Mom has always loved us."
This is the deepest feeling in Fu Sishen's heart since his mother became a child.
Because of deep love, she cares, but she will never ignore the bottom line of principles because of her love for her children. Their mother is a truly kind and noble person.
Fu Sishen didn't quite understand why the topic turned to whether their mother loved them or not: "..."
In his cognition, didn't their mother always love them?
How come the eldest brother thought that their mother didn't love him before?
This question was difficult to ask, so Fu Sishen simply brought the topic back: "Brother, the thing I just mentioned to you..."
Can you please give me a definite answer?
"Have you really made up your mind?"
Fu Sijin asked his brother seriously: "Once you have made up your mind about something, I hope you can stick to it for the rest of your life and don't regret it easily."
"Of course, if it wasn't for this 'lifetime', why would I go to such great lengths to ask you for help?"
Fu Sijin said as a matter of course. The carefreeness in him was something Fu Sijin envied but didn't have.
Sometimes he envied his brother. If he had a personality as carefree as his brother and didn't take things too seriously, maybe he wouldn't have been troubled by mental illness all these years.
The two brothers
discussed the details of the matter for nearly an hour, until Qingqing, who had already returned home, couldn't wait for her sons to come home, and a phone call made them stop talking temporarily.
Pack up your things and go home together.
It's Chinese New Year.
Even though the atmosphere of the New Year is getting less and less, the streets are still decorated with lights and colorful lanterns, but there are few people.
Everyone is either at home with their loved ones or busy preparing everything for the New Year.
This year's New Year is special.
They did not go directly to the Fu family's old house to spend the New Year with the elders as in previous years, but went to Gu's house first.
Because Qingqing's memory has not yet recovered to the clip of her and Fu Heng's marriage, she is not used to going to the Fu family's old house to celebrate the New Year, even though she gets along well with her parents-in-law.
In order to entertain her, the two elders took the initiative to let the younger generation celebrate the New Year by themselves, and the two of them invited a group of old friends to form an elderly travel group in a hurry, and they were going to go out and play on New Year's Eve.
So even if Qingqing and Fu Heng went back to the old house, there would be no one there.
Under such circumstances, it was convenient for them to make arrangements.
Originally, Fu Heng thought that he would just spend the New Year casually at home, until Qingqing climbed into his bed again one night, snuggled into his arms, and whispered as if no one heard him.
"It would be nice if I could go home and spend the New Year with my brother."
Gu Lan only had her as his sister, but unfortunately she was already married and had children, so he spent every year alone, with the help of the housekeeper of the ancestral home at most.
It would be better to kill him than to let him spend the New Year with Gu's parents.
As a sister, Qingqing certainly couldn't bear to let Gu Lan spend the New Year alone, but she was sensible enough to know that it was not a good idea to bring it up.
As long as she was still the mistress of the Fu family, such words would never come out of her mouth.
Otherwise, people would think that their relationship has broken down and they are preparing for a divorce.
Therefore, they can only bury their regrets in their hearts.
Qingqing was busy preparing a lot of New Year's goods.
She certainly has no experience, but there are many experienced nannies in the family, and there is no need for her to get involved in everything.
Grandma Ding went back early, and her children and grandchildren returned to the village early to spend the New Year with her. She couldn't be away.
The other bodyguards and servants were also given New Year's leave, so only the Fu family of four were left this year.
In this huge villa, there are only four people left, which is a bit deserted.
"What are you doing?"
Qingqing looked at them puzzledly when she got up early in the morning and found Fu Heng and his sons moving things.
In front of the house
A seven-seater commercial vehicle was parked. The trunk of the car was open, and boxes of things were moved up. Those who didn't know would think they were moving.
But when Qingqing looked closely, she found that the things inside looked very familiar.
Aren't these all the New Year's goods she bought?
A guess arose in her heart, but Qingqing didn't dare to believe it.
Until Fu Heng personally revealed the good news: "Go upstairs and change into festive clothes. We will go to your mother's house to celebrate the New Year this year."
"Really? Are you lying to me?" Qingqing's first reaction was disbelief. It was not until she met Fu Heng's deep and serious eyes that she confirmed that he was not joking.
Unable to help but shout loudly, Qingqing rushed into Fu Heng's arms like a cannonball, held his head and gave him a big kiss, then quickly rushed back upstairs to change clothes.
She was so happy that she seemed to be flying.
Seeing his wife so happy, Fu Heng was also infected by her, and a smile appeared on his serious and cold face, and the whole person felt a lot softer.
The Fu brothers who witnessed their parents showing off their love looked at each other, sighed in their hearts, and then continued to move things with great effort.
Although they were not single, they were still abused.
Fu Heng had obviously arranged today's itinerary in advance.
He acted as the driver, Qingqing sat in the passenger seat, and the two sons sat in the back. The family went out together, but they were not heading to Gu's house, but took a detour and went to another place.
Qingqing couldn't help but wonder: "Aren't we going to find my brother?"
They agreed to go to her mother's house for the New Year, maybe he regretted it.
"There's still one person missing in our family."
Fu Heng reminded a certain forgetful woman that she still had a beloved baby left outside.
"Who?" Qingqing suddenly remembered as soon as she asked, and couldn't help but feel happy: "Are we going to pick up Ranran?"
It's not that she doesn't care about Anran, but Qingqing subconsciously thought that Anran would spend the New Year at the An family, so she didn't count her for a while.
Now that Fu Heng reminded her, she remembered it.
Not only Qingqing, but even Fu Sishen was happy.
"We are going to pick up Ranran, Dad, why didn't you tell me earlier? I would have picked her up in the morning."
Anyway, they are all family sooner or later, and it's okay to be closer.
Fu Sishen was the only one in the audience who was a little depressed.
He was just shown off by his parents, and now his brother poured a bowl of cold dog food on his head. He was so miserable.
But Fu Sizhen knew in his heart that Yu Yu was not like An Ran. She still had her own beloved family, so it was impossible for her to abandon her family and come to spend the New Year with him.
Unless the two of them were already married and she had become the daughter-in-law of their Fu family, this was still possible. He
suddenly wanted to get a marriage certificate urgently.
Unfortunately, the Civil Affairs Bureau was closed during the New Year, so it was useless for him to be anxious. He
could only look forward to next year's New Year.
By then, the Fu family would not be a family of four, but a family of six, or even seven.
Yu Yu still had one in her belly.
"By the way, A-zhen." Qingqing suddenly remembered something and reminded her eldest son.
"Remember to bring more things with you on the second day of the New Year, go to Yu Yu's house, and then see if you can discuss it with her parents, and our two families can find time to have a meal together or something."
So as to discuss the children's marriage.
The latter sentence did not need to be said explicitly, Fu Sizhen naturally understood.
The depression in his heart disappeared instantly, and he was left with only joy.
It is true that he and Yu Yu could not be together during the Chinese New Year this year, but after the Chinese New Year, their wedding should be on the agenda, which is the real happy thing.
He couldn't help but start to think about who to invite on the wedding day, which store to order the wedding candies from, and the style of the dress...
The more he thought about it, the further he thought away, so much so that he didn't even notice when An Ran was picked up in the car.
Fortunately, Fu Sijin usually likes to have a serious face like his father, which is serious to put it nicely, and paralyzed to put it bluntly.
So even if he was in turmoil inside and didn't have a moment of peace, it was still difficult for people to see his mental activities on the surface.
At least facing this cold face, An Ran didn't dare to talk to him again after greeting him politely, and only concentrated on dealing with Fu Sixhen and Qingqing.
Qingqing asked Anran about her studies and life with the taste of an elder. At the end, she added: "Do you have enough money for the new semester? If not, I will transfer some more to you."
"No need, Aunt Qing, I have money..." Before she could finish her refusal, she received a remittance message on her phone.
[XX Bank: Remittance arrival notification, amount: 1,000,000 yuan, account balance: ... yuan.]
Anran suddenly had an extra million yuan. She couldn't help but sigh helplessly: "Aunt Qing."
"This is the New Year's money I gave you. Don't think about not accepting it or returning it to me." After saying that, Qingqing was still worried and added another sentence.
"Just take the money and spend it. Girls should treat themselves well. If it doesn't cost anything, just take the clothes, skin care products, and cosmetics. I can't let my daughter, Qingqing, live in poverty!"
She had suffered enough from the limited pocket money and didn't want to let down the girl she treated as her own daughter.
Seeing Anran hesitated and wanted to
say something, Fu Sishen suddenly jumped out and shouted with dissatisfaction: "Mom, it's not fair!"
"What's wrong?" What does this brat want to do?
"Why does Ranran get a red envelope and we don't? You are biased!"
If Qingqing looked back, she would definitely see two words on her son's face: childish.
"You are already an adult, and you can make money yourself. Why are you asking for red envelopes? Do you have any shame?"
Although she said so, Fu Sishen and Fu Sijin still received transfer messages on their mobile phones.
Qingqing gave them 10,000 yuan red envelopes each, and Fu Sijin received two.
"I can't be partial. The other one is for Yu Yu as a New Year's gift. Remember to pass it on for me."
"Okay." Without saying that the money was different from the one given to An Ran, Fu Sijin transferred the red envelope to Yu Yu. ,,.. ,...:
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