Qingqing couldn't carry too many things at once, so she just ran back and forth like a hardworking little bee.
Influenced by her, Ningning also ran to Grandpa Gao's side and announced loudly: "Ningning wants to help too."
Before she finished speaking, she grabbed the bowl and spoon from Grandpa's hand without saying anything, and ran to the dining table.
"Go slowly, I'm afraid you'll drop it." Grandpa Gao kept reminding her worriedly. Fortunately, Ningning was steady and quickly put the things away, and helped Qingqing set the table.
The two children's sensible appearance was seen by the adults, and Director Gao and his wife were almost relieved, and their eyes looking at Qingqing became much softer.
"It is said that a good teacher is a good friend. It seems that Ningning can learn to be sensible by following Qingqing."
"Ningning is also a good child." Fu Sijian complimented.
The whole family, including the two guests, sat around the dining table and had dinner together in a lively and noisy manner.
To be honest, not only Qingqing, but even Fu Sijian himself felt that this lively family atmosphere was very warm.
In contrast, their home suddenly seemed a little too big and too empty.
Because everyone in the family is a busy person, it is difficult for them to gather together for three meals a day.
Don't think that the adult Qingqing is just a big wife who stays at home all day and does nothing. In fact, she also has her own career, but after the accident, those jobs were taken over by Fu Heng.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have become busier than before, and even had to drag his eldest son over to help in advance.
Fu Sijian's eyes inadvertently swept over Qingqing who was being coaxed to eat by Grandpa and Grandma Gao, and his eyes gradually softened.
Since Mom grew up, it seemed that their family got together more often, but usually they were busy taking care of Qingqing, and no one noticed it.
But invisibly, with Qingqing as the bond, the relationship between their family was gradually brought closer.
So... Qingqing's change is actually an opportunity to save their family.
Just like the movie that has been named "The Rescue of Lime".
Although the Gao family is good, it is not the real home of Fu Sijian and Qingqing after all.
After a meal, Fu Sijin took Qingqing to leave after sitting for a while.
He called the driver half an hour in advance, and he should be here soon.
When they came downstairs, the Fu family's car was parked at the gate of the community.
Fu Sijin carried the tired Qingqing and walked over.
Before they reached the door, the car window rolled down automatically. Looking at the person inside
, Fu Sijin was a little surprised: "Dad?"
"Yes, get in the car."
Fu Heng opened the car door and motioned Fu Sijin to let him hold Qingqing.
Qingqing's eyelids trembled and fell down, obviously she was sleepy.
Even when she was held in a different position, she didn't react. She just moved slightly and found a more comfortable position in Fu Heng's arms.
He picked up the blanket from the car and covered Qingqing with it. Fu Heng patted her back regularly and coaxed Qingqing to sleep in a few seconds.
"How did it go?"
He knew what his son was here for today.
Considering not to wake Qingqing, Fu Heng lowered his voice. The deep male voice carried an elegant magnetism, which made Qingqing's ears itch even though she was not asleep yet.
She closed her eyes and scratched her ears, and then her little hand was gently held by a big hand and gently put back into the blanket and wrapped.
After rocking Qingqing like a baby, Fu's father and son continued their quiet conversation.
"Thanks to Qingqing, things went smoothly."
Fu Siqin sat next to his father, looking at Qingqing in his arms with a gentle look in his eyes: "I have finalized the investment details with Director Gao, and we can sign the contract after it is drafted tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
"Well, I don't understand the entertainment industry, you have to take care of your career yourself."
Fu Heng's group does not involve any companies in the entertainment industry, but mostly real estate and physical industries. He is not the kind of person who likes to play, so he frankly admitted that he did not understand another circle.
It has always been like this. Fu Heng respects every choice made by his children. As long as it does not violate the principles, he will not interfere.
Of course, the premise is that the children themselves can bear the consequences of every choice they make.
Just like Fu Sijin opened an entertainment company and Fu Sixen opened an animation studio.
These are actually all areas that Fu Heng does not understand. He has no likes or dislikes for them, but he can choose to respect them for his son.
Unlike his wife...
Qingqing moved slightly and buried her head deeper in Fu Heng's arms.
Fu Heng patted her gently a few more times before continuing to think.
Unlike his wife, she always wants to pull her children onto what she thinks is the "right path.
" "Dad." Fu Sijin suddenly spoke.
"What's the matter?" Fu Heng raised his eyes slightly.
"I used to think that you gave me and my brother absolute freedom because you trusted us, but today I suddenly had another idea." Fu Sijian suddenly felt a little speechless,
as if he felt that his contradictory thoughts were too much. "We are father and son, you can tell me whatever you think." Fu Heng decided to listen carefully to his son's voice. "Dad, don't you think that your 'letting us do what we want' and your indifference to Mom are actually irresponsible to the family?" "You seem to have given us freedom, but you have separated yourself from the family and wandered around the house like a passerby, which makes me sometimes wonder, is our home... just a temporary hotel for you?" His son's mild question seemed to still echo in his ears. Fu Heng, who had returned home, sat silently by the bed. The room was dim, and the cold moonlight poured through the window curtains onto the ground, stretching his lonely shadow infinitely. "Hey... Uncle..." Qingqing kicked her little feet on the small bed and frowned uncomfortably.
Upon hearing the sound, Fu Heng immediately got up and carried her to the toilet, but unfortunately he was still a step too late, and Qingqing was soaked all over.
"Ouch..." Qingqing pouted and wanted to cry. She felt so ashamed.
It was also her fault that she drank too much water outside today and didn't go to the toilet when she came back at night, so now she almost wet the bed and got it all over her body.
"Don't cry, just wash it if it's dirty."
Fu Heng comforted Qingqing softly while giving her a bath.
Because he didn't expect it in advance, he didn't bring Qingqing's spare clothes in. He could only wrap her in a towel and put her on the bed. He turned around to turn on the light and open the closet to find a new set of pajamas for Qingqing.
Qingqing's clothes were placed in the couple's coat closet. There was also a cloakroom next door, but for convenience, they would still keep a few frequently worn items in the closet.
The small clothes were neatly hung in the middle of the closet and could be seen at a glance.
Fu Heng didn't have to bother looking for them. He just pulled out a set of Qingqing's pajamas from inside.
Perhaps because he was in too much of a hurry, he accidentally knocked off the coat that belonged to his adult wife next to him.
Fu Heng subconsciously squatted down to pick it up, but unexpectedly found a stack of strange papers in the pocket of the coat, which seemed to be some kind of document.
He pulled out the document and the bold title at the top instantly came into view.
——Divorce Agreement.
His fingertips trembled slightly, and reason stopped Fu Heng from reading further, but his hand had already turned to the last page.
In the signature column of the divorce parties at the bottom, Gu Qingqing's three neat and elegant characters were clearly printed on it.
"Uncle?" Qingqing,
who had been waiting on the bed
for a long time, saw Fu Heng squatting on the ground for a long time without moving, and couldn't help but shout out.
As if suddenly awakened, Fu Heng immediately hid the divorce agreement, then took Qingqing's pajamas and turned around to put them on her, and coaxed her to sleep.
Until Qingqing fell asleep again, Fu Heng returned to the place where he sat at the beginning, but this time, he had an extra divorce agreement in his hand.
"Do you also think... I don't belong to this family?"
"..." As expected, no one responded.
Fu Heng simply didn't think about seeking an answer right now.
He slowly tore the paper in his hand bit by bit, turning it into pieces, and then swept them all into the trash can.
Qingqing, who knew nothing about all this, turned over, a sweet smile appeared on her little face, and no one knew what kind of dream she had.
***
When Qingqing woke up the next day, she learned a bad news.
She had to go to the hospital for an injection!
To be more precise, it was a children's vaccine, but in essence it was an injection.
"I don't want to, I won't go, I don't want an injection!"
The excited little guy shook his head frantically and refused three times in a row.
"Qingqing, be good, the injection doesn't hurt at all, believe me."
Fu Sijin tried to coax people, but on this issue, no child would believe the lies of adults.
"No, no, no, no..."
Qingqing's head shook like a rattle, and her whole body was full of resistance.
"You will get sick if you don't get the injection." Fu Sixhen threatened her with a fierce face.
"You don't get injections either, and I've never seen you get sick." Qingqing refuted with all her strength.
"Are you going or not?" Fu Sixhen gradually lost his patience.
"No!" The little girl expressed her position decisively.
"You have to go even if you don't want to!"
A hungry tiger pounces for food, weak, pitiful and helpless Qingqing was firmly grabbed by Fu Sixhen and stuffed into the car. No matter how she struggled, it was useless.
"Wu wa ah ah..."
The little girl cried, and the Fu brothers felt distressed when they heard it, but this kind of thing really couldn't be compromised, otherwise it would be even more difficult to take her to get injections in the future.
Every child has to go through this, no one is immune.
"Now I know who you were like when you were so afraid of injections when you were a child." Fu Sishen sat in the driver's seat and did not forget to expose his brother's dark history.
Fu Siqian, who was frantically trying to comfort Qingqing, frowned: "You better shut up."
Not afraid of injections?
As for making fun of him for being afraid of injections when he was a child?
"It's not that I want to laugh at you, but you cried the loudest in the whole hospital at that time, and even the doctors were scared of you."
Fu Sishen: "..."
If it weren't for this bastard holding the steering wheel, he would have been beaten to death by himself now.
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