Hearing this, An Tingyu felt a little overwhelmed and rubbed her forehead.
In fact, Xiao Yunxi is very smart. He can understand many things as long as you ask him casually. The only problem is that he asks too many questions. After you answer a question, there will usually be a second or even a third or fourth question, just like now.
"Because he's at home and we're at our great-grandfather's, so of course he's not with us," An Tingyu replied. But in her heart, she was actually wondering why little Yunxi looked so much like the same person.
When she was a child, everyone said that Xiao Yunxi looked like her, but the older she got, the less Xiao Yunxi looked like her. Instead, she looked more like one person, Jing Aotian.
But how could such a ridiculous thing happen?
Jing Aotian has expressed his feelings to her, but judging from his attitude towards her, Jing Aotian cannot be Xiao Yunxi's father at all, because he seems to have no memory of it at all, but Xiao Yunxi looks like him. Even Fu Mo asked her if Jing Aotian is Xiao Yunxi's father, and she just replied: Didn't you say you are Xier's father?
Then Fu Mo said: It is also possible that you were having an affair with him behind my back, so it is not surprising that he is Xier's father.
So she was speechless about this.
The relationship between her and Fu Mo is clearly that of an ordinary uncle and nephew. The more she gets along with Fu Mo, the more she feels that Fu Mo is not Xiao Yunxi's father. Of course, he cannot be ruled out, because in terms of time, the time when she became pregnant with Xiao Yunxi is exactly when Fu Mo appeared.
"So when can we see Dad? What does he look like?"
"he……"
"He looks like my uncle, Xi'er's father." At this moment, a calm voice appeared. Seeing the person coming, little Yunxi ran to his side and said with a smile: "Uncle, where is the kite you promised to buy me?"
"You only remember the kite. My uncle just came back, but you didn't even ask me if I was tired." Fu Mo was a little helpless, but still smiled and asked someone to bring the kite.
"Are you tired, uncle? Let me give you a massage!" Little Yunxi raised his little fist and immediately tried to please him in a clever way. However, although he was much taller than his peers, he still looked small in front of Fu Mo's tall and slender figure.
"Forget it! Your little hands hitting me are like tickling me. I might as well hit them myself!" Fu Mo's mouth curled up slightly.
At this time, the servants brought the kite, and little Yunxi said sweetly: "Thank you, uncle!"
After saying that, Xiao Yunxi ran away with the kite. Behind her, the servants and Xing'er quickly followed.
"This child... is only four years old! He is as smart as a ghost. When he grows up, he will definitely be a remarkable person like you." Looking at the little body running away, Fu Mo said helplessly.
"So I am so great in your eyes?" An Tingyu raised her eyebrows slightly.
"In three years, nineteen chain stores have blossomed throughout Chen State. Now you're the country's top business. You've even dethroned the richest man. Aren't you considered a remarkable person?"
"Well, it seems so!" An Tingyu laughed, but three years was a bit beyond her range. She thought it would be two years at most. However, Fu Zhonghan fell ill in the middle of the process. In order to treat Fu Zhonghan, she had to put her plan on hold.
"By the way, did you go to see grandpa today?" An Tingyu suddenly said.
"Not yet. I'll be there in a minute."
"Then let's go together! I just got back not long ago and haven't visited him today!"
Fu Zhonghan suffers from diabetes, a disease of the rich. In this backward era, when An Tingyu found out that Fu Zhonghan had diabetes, she took great pains to save Fu Zhonghan's life. Now, after treatment, as long as he pays attention to his diet, he can live like a normal person.
When they arrived at Fu Zhonghan's courtyard, they saw a thin figure practicing Tai Chi as soon as they entered the door.
"Grandpa!"
"Father!"
An Tingyu and Fu Mo greeted Fu Zhonghan one after another.
Fu Zhonghan withdrew his gesture, turned around and smiled, "Are you all here? I'm not telling you not to come here every day. You're all busier than the other. You might as well go back to your rooms and rest more when you have time."
"Grandpa, do you think we are an eyesore?" An Tingyu said deliberately in a wronged tone.
Fu Zhonghan is a cheerful person. From the first time she met him, An Tingyu felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy in her heart. She didn't know whether it came from An Tianyu's mood or her own mood, but in short, she didn't hate this old man. It was precisely because of this that when she learned that Fu Zhonghan had diabetes, she put down her work without saying a word.
"What nonsense are you talking about, little girl? How could Grandpa dislike you? Grandpa just loves you. You said one of you is the Imperial Master, and the other one has a business all over the place. You are already busy all over for these things. How can I let you run around again? Besides, I am just one step away from the coffin, so it doesn't matter whether I see it or not."
"Dad, please don't say that. You are in very good health! Look, you have gained a lot of weight recently. So as long as you take care of yourself slowly, you will definitely be able to return to your previous state." This was Fu Mo's voice.
Fu Zhonghan used to be a relatively obese old man, but because of the diabetes that An Tingyu mentioned, Fu Zhonghan became extremely thin in a short period of time. Fortunately, after treatment, he gradually recovered.
Speaking of this, Fu Mo is actually very grateful for An Tingyu's decision at that time. Although he still doesn't know why An Tingyu suddenly wanted to go back to Chen State with him, if it weren't for An Tingyu, Fu Zhonghan would really be in the coffin.
"Hey! It doesn't matter to me whether my old bones recover or not, I'm just sorry for making you work so hard!"
"Grandpa, I actually have a proposal. I wonder if you would accept it." After An Tingyu said this, Fu Zhonghan looked at her and asked, "What proposal?"
"How about coming back to Dragon Flame Country with me?"
Hearing this, Fu Zhonghan frowned slightly, "Girl..."
"Grandpa, I know what you're thinking, but that's your hometown after all. You've been away from home for more than ten years, and you haven't seen my mother in more than ten years, right? Besides, Grandpa and General Xing have always missed you! How about coming back with me to enjoy your old age?"
"Don't mention that damn old man to me. I get so angry when I mention him." Fu Zhonghan's face sank coldly.
"Grandpa, is there something between you and my grandfather?" This was not the first time that An Tingyu felt confused. Whenever she mentioned Grandpa An, Fu Zhonghan would always be like this. Although it didn't seem like hatred, he didn't seem too friendly either. Could it be that because of Fu Yinchun's death, Fu Zhonghan had been blaming the An family?
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