Although there was no deliberate interaction, the servants in the house could still clearly feel the difference between the lady and the young master.
It felt like they had become closer, finally like a normal mother and son.
Yes, before, Qingqing and Fu Sixen gave people the feeling that they were not very coordinated.
Maybe it was because Qingqing was mentally immature at that time, so Fu Sixen's attitude towards her was more like coaxing a child than facing a mother.
Later, Qingqing's memory gradually recovered, and Fu Sixen was always separated from her by an invisible barrier because of a previous misunderstanding.
Now that the barrier between mother and son has been broken by an apology, they have naturally become closer, even better than before.
Just now, when Fu Heng got home from work, he saw his wife and youngest son wearing the same loose T-shirts, sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room playing games.
He could hear their shouting without even entering the door.
"Mom! I'm surrounded by monsters, come and save me."
"I'm coming, just hold on a little longer."
"Fuck! This thing can actually turn invisible and see through, hurry up, kill it, otherwise it will affect our fight against the boss in the later stages."
"Okay, take my move!"
He deliberately increased his footsteps, and the movement of closing the door was not small.
But the two of them were like deaf people, not even giving him a glance.
"Sir..." The nanny looked at Fu Heng hesitantly, holding a bag of empty snack shells.
"How long have they been playing?" Fu Heng asked.
"I'm not sure. They just played there after dinner." said the nanny.
Fu Heng glanced at his watch. It was past eleven o'clock. The family usually had dinner at around six or seven o'clock. The two of them had played for four or five hours!
Fu Heng's face darkened.
He didn't reprimand his wife and son in person. After all, the children were grown up and he had to take care of their self-esteem.
So he just pretended not to see it, and sent a warning message to his younger son after going upstairs.
He was ordered to let his mother go to bed early if he didn't finish the game, and pack up and come to work at Fu Group tomorrow.
Sure enough, Fu Sishen, who successfully received the message, was shocked.
He knew that he was such an excellent talent, and his father would definitely not give up so easily and always wanted to get him! Get him into the company.
Can't afford to offend, just run away.
Fu Sishen didn't even stay at home overnight, using the excuse that he had something to do, and drove away directly.
Fu Heng watched the car go away, then took his change of clothes and went into the bathroom. When he came out, fresh and moist, he saw his wife lying in bed, browsing her phone as expected.
"Are you done with the game?"
He raised his thin lips and climbed onto the bed as lightly as possible, trying not to offend Qingqing.
"Don't you know what you did?"
Qingqing felt depressed and didn't want to pay attention to Fu Heng.
Her fingertips swiped across the screen of her phone, and suddenly she scanned a piece of news.
[A major car accident occurred on National Highway 611 in this city today, involving 14 people, including three seriously injured and seven slightly injured. All of them have been transferred to the hospital for rescue, and no one died. 】
This kind of car accident news happens almost every day, it is not new at all.
If it were any other time, Qingqing would just pass it by and at most make a donation out of sympathy.
But this time, she felt inexplicably uneasy.
The reason is that this road is the road they took to go home today.
There are more than one way to go back to the Fu family from the shopping mall, but this road is the closest and there is not much traffic, so Qingqing likes to go home from here. This road
has never had an accident before, or if there was an accident, it was because it was relatively minor and not reported. Suddenly, such a big car accident happened. Although Qingqing has always been a cautious person, she couldn't help but be frightened.
Especially after she saw the time of the car accident.
It actually coincided with the time they were going home, if Fu Sixhen hadn't stopped the car halfway and insisted on apologizing to Qingqing.
Thinking of this, Qingqing inevitably recalled more.
It seemed that they restarted the car later, but were stopped by the traffic police halfway and drove to another road according to the instructions.
At that time, she vaguely heard that there seemed to be an accident in front. Was it because of this?
"Are you not feeling well? Why do you look so bad?"
Fu Heng noticed that Qingqing's face was not right, and he stepped forward with concern and glanced at her mobile phone screen.
Car accident.
His heart sank.
What! Another car accident?
"You guys today..."
"No, I took another road."
Knowing what Fu Heng was going to ask, Qingqing answered first, and at the same time, she quietly moved to the side.
Fu Heng's eyes darkened when he noticed her little movement, but he didn't get angry in front of her.
"You go to bed first, I'll go to the study to do something."
He stood up, left the big bed, and distanced himself from his wife.
Hearing that he was leaving, Qingqing nodded and agreed: "Go ahead, I will go to bed on time." Is
she so happy that I'm leaving?
Fu Heng's face became more and more gloomy, and he opened the door and left without saying a word.
Qingqing looked at his back, and guilt flashed across her eyes, and then turned into relief.
She would feel much more comfortable without having to deal with this person.
Qingqing turned over and fell asleep.
Her eyebrows were slightly locked, as if she was worried about something.
Remember that there are still many empty rooms in the house, she can find time to pack up her things and move in.
With a click, the tightly closed study door was opened from the inside.
The servant waiting outside the door accidentally saw the chaotic scene inside, and immediately lowered his head, pretending that he saw nothing.
"Clean up."
With a faint order, Fu Heng left the study and returned to his room.
A powerful figure walked past him. Because his eyes were downcast, the servant could only see the swaying palm.
It was a very beautiful hand, with distinct joints and slender fingers.
But now, there were a few scratches on this white jade-like hand. They were not deep, and there was no bleeding. It was obvious that the person was injured by a not-so-sharp weapon.
After the person completely disappeared from his sight, the servant and another colleague walked into the study. The scene they saw was indeed a mess.
Not to mention the books and papers scattered all over the floor, there were also a few pieces of broken glass in the middle. It was obvious how angry the master was.
The only intact thing in the whole scene was a photo frame on the long wooden table.
Inside was a girl with a bright smile, and behind the girl stood a boy with an indifferent expression! Indifferent, but the eyes he stared at the girl were particularly gentle.
This is Fu Heng and Gu Qingqing when they were young.
The servants sighed. Living in the same villa, they had more or less sensed that something was not right between their employers and their spouses.
However, this was their employer's family business, so they could not say anything. They just hoped that this storm would pass quickly.
Fu Heng slept beside her as usual, and with his arms folded, he held his sleeping wife tightly in his arms.
They were so familiar with each other's breath that Qingqing didn't even resist. She rubbed against Fu Heng's chest comfortably and muttered something in a low voice.
Fu Heng didn't hear clearly, but seeing Qingqing's peaceful sleeping face, it shouldn't be anything bad.
Fu Heng got up and left before dawn the next day.
As soon as you walk into the store, the simple smell of fireworks hits you in the face.
This is a breakfast noodle shop located in the old city. The walls are slightly yellowed, revealing a sense of age.
It's still early, and there are not many customers in the store. There is only a man wearing a black sweatshirt and a mask sitting there playing with his mobile phone.
Fu Heng's eyes swept over the dark blue triangle scarf on the other's cuffs, and he walked straight to him and sat down.
"Han Weidong." As soon as he opened his mouth, he revealed the other's identity.
The man's fingertips paused slightly while playing the game, and then he raised his eyes, revealing a pair of delicate eyes: "Well, wait until I finish this game."
If Qingqing was here, she would definitely recognize that the other's clear and pleasant voice with a slightly smoky voice was the mysterious man who appeared in front of her again and again.
Fu Heng was not in a hurry. He asked the boss to order a bowl of noodles for him and ate while waiting for the other man to finish the game.
To be honest, it was too incongruous for him to eat noodles in such a place wearing clothes that looked expensive.
The boss and the boss's wife couldn't help but look at him several times.
"The noodles are delicious." Fu Heng praised sincerely.
This kind of old shop in the alley can always give people special surprises.
"Thank you." The boss smiled. He liked to hear people praise his cooking skills the most.
Fu! Heng finished a bowl of noodles, and the man opposite him finished a game.
Seeing him put down his phone, Fu Heng wiped his mouth slowly and pushed another bowl of noodles in front of him.
"Eat something."
"Thank you."
Just a surprised glance was enough for Fu Heng to see the other person's face clearly.
He looks very handsome, but he is not as similar to Han Dayu as he guessed, and he doesn't even look like Han Weilan at all.
That's right, although he has the other's surname, there is no blood relationship between him and the Han family.
No wonder Han Dayu was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.
But in this kind of thing, even if Fu Heng is also a man, he can only scold him and say that he deserves it.
Those who are unfaithful to their family deserve retribution.
But he didn't come here today to spit on Han Dayu with the other party. Anyway, that man will never come out again, and there is no need to entangle too much.
He has another important thing.
"What news do you know? I hope you can tell me the truth, and you can name the price."
"I don't want money." Han Weidong said.
He looked down at the soup in the bowl, and clearly saw his pale face and the firm determination hidden in his eyes: "I just want to protect her."
Even if it was unintentional, Han Weidong knew very well that if Gu Qingqing had not sent Han Dayu to prison, he would have died long ago.
That man would not keep him, the bastard of another man, because he was a stain on his life.
As long as he lived, he would constantly remind the other party that he was betrayed by his mistress and became a turtle who was adopted by others.
This was not something that the man's self-esteem could bear.
So even if there was no indirect favor of helping his mother to avenge her, Han Weidong was very grateful to Gu Qingqing.
"You should have found out that there is a force behind Han Dayu."
Otherwise, how could he have such great power to do so many things after he was released from prison after so many years?
You know, the remaining property of the Han family was taken away by Han Weilan and her daughter, leaving nothing for Han Dayu.
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