Unfortunately, Fu Sijian, who was not good at deceiving children, was destined to disappoint Qingqing's expectations.
He nodded and said, "...Mom." This shout was particularly difficult: "Uncle didn't lie to you, he is your brother, the youngest son of grandpa and grandma."
"..." "
Thunderbolt from the blue sky" is not enough to describe Qingqing's mood at this moment.
A three-and-a-half-year-old child is in a state of not understanding many things.
But for a child who was taught to recognize relatives from birth, she can still understand what words such as "uncle", "brother", and "younger son" mean.
And the most amazing thing is that in their young brains, there is no common sense that they are only three years old and cannot have such a big brother or such a big son.
They just believe whatever others say.
No, smart Qingqing knew to ask someone to verify it, but if even the person she trusted confirmed it, then there was nothing to doubt.
She actually, really had a brother!
"Wow..." The sudden burst of crying scared everyone: "I don't want it, Qingqing doesn't want a brother! Wuwuwu... Dad and Mom are so bad, they lied to Qingqing, they clearly said they didn't want a second child, wuwuwu..."
Looking at Qingqing, who was shaking her chubby legs on the sofa, tears falling down, crying so pitifully, Gu Lan's face darkened, and he turned around and left immediately.
"Uncle!" Fu Sijin wanted to chase him anxiously, but he stopped unconsciously when he saw Gu Lan's inexplicably lonely back.
The crying beside him seemed to get smaller.
Fu Heng bowed his head indifferently. Gu Qingqing was staring at Gu Lan's receding figure helplessly. Her little body was still shaking with the occasional hiccups. Her eyes and nose were red, and she looked very pitiful.
"Why don't you cry anymore?"
"Brother... Is my brother angry?" Qingqing asked softly, scratching the plush bear's ears unconsciously with her snow-white little hands like glutinous rice balls.
She was timid, and seemed to realize that she seemed to have hurt someone just now.
"Mom, do you really hate me so much?" At some point, Fu Sijian turned around and squatted in front of Qingqing.
The two looked at each other, and their similar peach blossom eyes reflected each other's figures. One returned to childhood, and the other had entered maturity.
"Uncle, what are you talking about? Qingqing...hiccup...Qingqing doesn't understand." Qingqing said in a confused manner.
Fu Sijian stared at Qingqing's eyes stubbornly
, and asked again word by word: "I ask mom, do you really hate your uncle and your brother so much?" I don't know why, he seems to be particularly obsessed with this answer.
"I...I..."
Qingqing understood this time. She held her words in for a long time. Her cute little face was wrinkled into a custard bun, and she couldn't give the answer Fu Sijin wanted.
Seeing tears welling up in the child's eyes again, a pair of big hands suddenly came in and picked up Qingqing.
"Dad!" Fu Sijin was dissatisfied.
"That's enough. She is only three years old now." Ignoring his son's dissatisfaction, Fu Heng took Qingqing to the kitchen with a cold face.
From morning till now, everyone has been exhausted by a series of changes. They haven't eaten yet. It's okay for them adults to be hungry, but children must not be hungry.
This sentence was told to him a long time ago.
"...I don't hate it."
Fu Heng, who had just opened the refrigerator and was about to take out milk to heat up Qingqing, suddenly heard the child in his arms whispering.
"Qingqing, I don't hate my brother."
She just didn't like that her parents always didn't keep their promises.
His deep eyes softened slightly, and he silently touched Qingqing's head.
The furry touch was good, so he touched it again.
"Why are you touching me?"
Qingqing, who was touched on the head, immediately covered her head and stared at the handsome face so close.
It is said that this uncle is very handsome, even better looking than his father.
"Be good." Fu Heng patted her twice like he would pat a puppy, then took out the heated milk from the microwave, tested the temperature with his hand, and then passed it to Qingqing with a straw.
"Thank you, uncle."
Qingqing thanked him politely, then held the milk in both hands and drank it in big gulps.
She was also hungry. The snacks she had just eaten were only enough to satisfy her hunger, but not to fill it up. Now that she drank the hot milk, her lonely stomach finally stopped growling.
A cup of hot milk for breakfast was obviously not enough, so Fu Heng put Qingqing on a chair and let her sit and drink the milk obediently, while he went out to make breakfast.
It was very simple, steam eggs in the egg steamer, toast bread in the bread machine, and then take out a bottle of jam, and it was done.
Even so, Fu Sijian was shocked when he saw his stern and cold father making breakfast for the first time.
Well, his expression was pure horror. Is
the food his father made edible?
His suspicious eyes swept over the breakfast on the table from time to time, and his heart was swaying between going out to eat and sitting quietly to taste his father's rare cooking skills.
In the end, the desire to survive overcame curiosity, and Fu Sijian wanted to go out directly.
"Hurry up and finish eating and go to work." The head of the family said in a deep voice.
"Okay." The big buns smelled really good on the spot.
Sitting opposite Qingqing, watching the little girl eat a piece of jam toast and a piece of boiled egg with a satisfied look on her face, Fu Sijian breathed a sigh of relief.
His mother was fine after eating it, which at least proves that the food his father cooked is not a dark dish.
In fact, it is indeed so. In fact, it is all made by machines, so the taste cannot be bad. But it is not entirely delicious. It is just at the level of a home-cooked meal.
However, for Fu Sijian, who had very low requirements from the beginning, this is already considered a delicacy in the world, and she was so moved that tears were about to fall
. "Uncle is so weird." Qingqing tilted her little head, with a sly smile hidden in her curious eyes. She stretched out her little finger to scratch her cheek and teased Fu Sijian in a baby voice: "You cry while eating, shame on you."
"..." Fu Sijian.
Little friend, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you are my biological mother.
In fact, she really can.
"I have something to do this morning. You take care of your mother first, and take her to buy some suitable clothes. I will pick her up at noon." After dinner
, Fu Heng put on a suit and tie his collar, ready to go out. Before leaving, he told his eldest son to take care of his wife who had become smaller. Then, without waiting for Fu Sijin's response, he left directly.
"Dad..." Fu Sijin couldn't stop his heartless father, and his face was full of despair.
I have something to do too!
There was a faint tug at the corner of his pants. Fu Sijin lowered his head and saw Qingqing still wearing the ill-fitting sweater, tilting her little head and looking at him with a cute face.
"Uncle, are you going to take Qingqing to find mom and dad?"
"Don't call me uncle."
Fu Sijian covered his face and said weakly.
Even though the child's soft and sweet baby voice is very cute, it can't change the fact that she is his biological mother. His
three and a half year old biological mother, his materialistic values are really completely shattered.
"Then what to call me?" Qingqing asked when she didn't understand.
"Call me... Xiaojian." His mother likes to call him like this every day, although Fu Sijian doesn't like this childish-sounding name.
Every time he heard it, he couldn't help but feel awkward and didn't want to respond. He didn't want to let people call him like this now.
"Uncle Xiaojian." Very loud.
"...I told you not to call me uncle, just call me Xiaojian." Powerless.
"Little brother?" he
asked cautiously.
"Don't call me brother either." He refused firmly.
Qingqing pursed her lips, annoyed by the noise and had a bad temper, not wanting to talk to anyone.
After waiting for a long time, the child didn't call anyone. Fu Sijin tied his tie in a few seconds, then squatted down, holding Qingqing's shoulders with both hands and turned her over: "What's wrong? Are you angry?"
"Not angry." She said so, but her pink little mouth was pouting like a bottle of oil.
Children are so difficult to take care of.
He sighed in his heart, but on the surface he had to keep a gentle smile and communicate with her patiently: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. Can I take you out to buy a beautiful dress?"
Obviously, he would be cold and silent in front of an adult mother, but in front of a young mother, Fu Sijin surprisingly quickly gave in, even though he didn't think he was wrong.
Fortunately, Qingqing is easy to coax.
When she heard that she could go out, she immediately became happy, and her whole face glowed with a different brilliance, and even her baby voice was tinged with a bit of eagerness and joy: "Okay~!"
For children, going out = playing no matter what they do.
While the equation is established, the happiness it brings is also incomparable.
This is especially true for Qingqing, who has rarely left the house since she was born.
The tightly closed electronic iron door opened, and a black luxury car worth a lot of money slowly drove out.
Behind the window with anti-peeping film, a delicate and cute little face was seen, and the slightly round peach blossom eyes were curiously widening, constantly exploring the new and strange world outside.
"Mom... Qing..." Fu Sijin noticed Qingqing's behavior and didn't know how to call her, so he simply skipped this difficult question: "What are you looking at?"
"Little bird." Qingqing nodded outside the car window, motioning Fu Sijin to look.
Fu Sijin was driving and couldn't turn his head to check. Hearing this, he just thought it was a child's curiosity. He was surprised by even a little bird on the roadside, so he didn't care much.
The car drove all the way to the largest commercial square in the city center. From a distance, you can see the large sphere with a sense of design in the center of the square.
This sphere is one of the iconic landmark buildings in the city, and it also represents the huge Fu Group standing behind it.
"Wow, that sphere is so big!"
Lying on the car window, Qingqing felt that everything she saw was novel, especially the huge sphere building, which completely attracted all her attention.
"Don't be jealous." Fu Sijian said calmly: "This sphere, including the building behind it, are all yours."
To be precise, it was a gift from his father to his mother for the 20th anniversary of their marriage.
Although his mother didn't seem very happy when she received the gift.
Let Fu Sijian say that compared to such a lavish gift, her mother might want her father to temporarily put down his work and spend a day with her.
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