Chapter 128 They are all hotels, but you are home!
It's hard to describe Fu Yan's speechlessness and shock at that moment; she was sitting on the toilet, feeling incredibly vulnerable.
How can there be such a stubborn person as Xiao Qu in the world? Is she really a native of H country?
What kind of thought process is that!
Fu Yan almost burst into a tirade, then she remembered Xiao Qu's childhood experiences.
In Xiao Qu's hometown, there was a strong preference for sons over daughters. Xiao Qu never drank milk powder until she was 14 years old, while her younger brother, who was three years younger than her, drank a cup of warm milk every day to supplement his nutrition.
When Xiao Qu was 7 years old, her grandmother was sewing shoe soles and asked Xiao Qu to carry the kettle into the room to prepare milk for her younger brother.
Before long, the thin and small Qu had laboriously carried the bicycle back into the house.
Because in Xiao Qu's hometown dialect, the pronunciation of a kettle is similar to "cart".
Because of this incident, Xiao Qu's grandmother concluded that Xiao Qu was jealous of her younger brother and deliberately caused trouble, and afterwards refused to help Xiao Qu's parents take care of Xiao Qu anymore.
When Xiao Qu brought up the matter, she was neither sad nor angry, only puzzled: "Why didn't you say you wanted a kettle more clearly?"
Fu Yan sighed helplessly. Normal people wouldn't misunderstand, but Xiao Qu just wouldn't think straight unless you explained it clearly.
Could this be considered a kind of insensitivity?
Perhaps this personality trait is a blessing for Xiao Qu, as many of the hardships and grievances in her life have not left a significant psychological scar on her.
She grew up stubbornly and unintelligently, and her life only got better and better.
Fu Yan ultimately only discussed the meaning of "convenience" in different contexts with Xiao Qu, and then angrily went to Moon Bay Villa to find Wen Yao.
Wen Yao laughed and fell onto the sofa, a hint of tenderness in her eyes.
Xiao Qu takes her work and life seriously. Although she is not quick-witted, she is honest and eager to learn, and gradually escapes the quagmire of her family of origin.
Although Fu Yan comes from a wealthy family, she has not lost her basic empathy and is always kind and tolerant.
They are all very nice girls.
Fu Jinzhi was in a bad mood today, and even after getting home from get off work, she was shrouded in gloom.
He was expressionless, with the corners of his lips slightly downturned, and his long legs stirred up a gust of wind as he took a step.
Wang Ma had watched Fu Jinzhi grow up from a young age and knew him very well.
She assumed Fu Jinzhi had a work-related problem and worried that he would take it out on Wen Yao, affecting their relationship. So she gently advised him:
"Sir, work is work, and life is life; the two should be clearly separated."
“You can’t bring work-related stress home. Nobody likes a capricious and emotionally unstable partner.”
Fu Jinzhi frowned slightly, not understanding why Wang Ma suddenly gave him chicken soup.
But he respected Wang Ma, so he nodded in response.
He glanced around the living room but didn't see Wen Yao, so he asked, "Is Yao Yao in her room?"
As soon as Wen Yao's name was uttered, Fu Jinzhi's expression softened, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Wang Ma: You're overthinking it. With a husband like that, how could he possibly take his anger out on his wife?
That would only happen if Halley's Comet hit Earth, or if time reversed and water flowed backward!
She said cheerfully, "Miss came today. Madam and she are watching a movie in the media room."
Fu Jinzhi frowned. What was wrong with Fu Yan? She seemed to be wandering around the Moon Bay Villa whenever she had a spare moment.
He hurried to the media room, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Fu Yan leaning against Wen Yao's chest, her 1.7-meter-tall figure huddled together in a tiny ball.
Wen Yao, unfazed, twisted her body, trying to make herself more comfortable.
Ah, these two siblings are so clingy!
Fu Yan held up her phone, proudly recommending to Wen Yao: "Yao Yao, look! This is the handsome live streamer I recently discovered!"
Wen Yao looked at her screen, which showed a boy wearing a black shirt with the buttons undone all the way up to his navel and wolf ears on his head, twisting his waist and touching his neck.
She is indeed good-looking, with a blend of cuteness and wildness.
Fu Yan chuckled, "It's rare that this guy isn't a fake photo. I met him at an event once before, and he's much more handsome than many of the ugly guys in the entertainment industry."
Fu Yan: "Take a look at this! My boyfriend is imitating this in bed. It's already got 8 million likes. Wow, so hot!"
Wen Yao was hit in the face by this video full of certain implications, and felt a subtle sense of infidelity.
She pushed Fu Yan's phone away: "Your second brother is working hard outside, and I'm watching these kinds of suggestive videos. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
Fu Yan said sternly, "Of course this is not good. How can you be distracted by thinking about your husband while looking at a handsome guy? My second brother, when can't you look at him!"
"I'd say you'll be watching until you're 80. Even if you're not tired of it, I'll be tired of it for you."
"Oh, really?" Fu Jinzhi's clear, smiling voice came from the doorway.
Wen Yao and Fu Yan both looked towards the doorway, where they saw Fu Jinzhi staring at Fu Yan with a half-smile, a faint black aura seemingly emanating from him.
"Fu Yan, you've really grown bold. Are you trying to find a concubine for your sister-in-law?"
Fu Yan was terrified, her mouth wide open and unable to close, her facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
Good heavens, when did my second brother arrive? How come she didn't hear a thing?
Fu Yan had completely forgotten that she had just been so engrossed in sharing the suggestive video with Wen Yao.
She tried to pull her chin back, her brain frantically working to salvage the situation:
"How could that be, bro? How can these little internet celebrities compare to a handsome guy like you who is so otherworldly and refined? With you around, no one is worthy to be your sister-in-law's mistress."
Fu Yan: "We just watch a few videos to pass the time. Even if you really like watching them, they're just hotels, you're the home!"
woc!
Wen Yao's pupils dilated in shock. What kind of nonsense was Fu Yan spouting? When did she ever enjoy watching suggestive videos for entertainment?!
Slander! This is pure slander!
Even if she comes across suggestive videos, she never likes or saves them; she just watches them silently.
I'm really afraid that one day Fu Jinzhi will get into the mood and go on Douyin, only to find a row of suggestive videos that she recommended.
God knows how jealous Fu Jinzhi was!
Wen Yao straightened up, kicked Fu Yan to the other end of the sofa, and declared with an air of righteous indignation: "I, Wen Yao, disdain to associate with her!"
Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.
Smite Masayoshi Fu Yan-chan, Watashi didn't mean it, Smiteda. On the anniversary of your death, I will burn paper money for you like crazy!
With her aggressive second brother in front of her and her passionate, backstabbing sister-in-law behind her, Fu Yan felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.
Damn it, I really can't afford to live like this anymore.
Fu Jinzhi approached step by step, a slight smile curving his lips, but his dark eyes were as cold as a frozen pool in the dead of winter.
He grabbed Fu Yan by the back of her neck, his voice surprisingly gentle: "You're all grown up now, I shouldn't be lecturing you so casually anymore."
Fu Yan suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with the relief of being saved.
Fu Jinzhi smiled and said, "Mom was talking to Yaoyao about your personal life the other day, and she was worried about you not having a boyfriend."
Fu Jinzhi: "An adult should act like an adult. I think I'll send you back to the old house tonight and let you go on more blind dates while you have some free time."
Fu Jinzhi trailed off, a hint of malice in his voice, "Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth. Once you're married, you'll probably know what a normal view of marriage and relationships is."
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