The room was dark, and Fu Chengyuan turned on the lamp. Only then did Mr. Fu realize that his grandson was holding a small and exquisite root carving, which was carved into the shape of a longevity peach.

Shi Sangluo herself could not carve her roots at all. This was specially learned to celebrate his birthday. The complex patterns could not be learned overnight, so she carved a relatively simple longevity peach.

The fat and round longevity peach is cute and polished by her, and it is very smooth. It can be held in her hands and played with it. It has a good meaning. Mr. Fu has always liked it very much and often held it in his hands.

I was in a hurry just now, so I took something from my hand and threw it out. Now I feel a little regretful when I see it.

He spread his hands to his unfilial grandson: "Give it to me!"

Fu Chengyuan pinched the Shoutao in his hand and looked back and forth, "Don't worry, it's not broken."

Mr. Fu glared at him angrily: "Why did you come back so late?"

"I waited until Sang Luo fell asleep before leaving."

After hearing this, Mr. Fu's expression cleared a little: "You have a little conscience."

Fu Chengyuan sat down beside the bed. The small wooden longevity peach in his hand was about the size of a plum. It looked even more small and cute in his big palm.

Her engraving skills are not very superb, but she is so cute that this little thing is so cute that Fu Chengyuan can't put it down when he holds it in his hand.

Speaking of which, she actually learned root carving by herself, which is something he didn't know.

Just like when she met Mr. Liu in the mountains last time, she actually knew ink painting. Although she really didn't have any serious skills, she seemed to be able to take a different approach in such things and give people surprises.

The last time I was ink painting, who would have thought that her painting like a ghost painting talisman was turned over and she would be a lonely man with a distant artistic conception?

There is also this little birthday peach, no wonder my grandfather likes it, it is indeed very pleasing.

Fu Chengyuan suddenly realized that he knew Shi Sangluo much less than he thought.

He thought that her skills were basically taught by himself.

The reason why she has strong abilities and many skills is because of her high standards and strict requirements for her. He thought that Shisang Lou was a pool of clear water in front of him, and he could see it to the end at a glance.

But these incidents have happened one by one recently, which has completely overturned his previous views on her.

She has many more things, something he doesn't know.

For example, skills, thoughts.

In the past three years, he didn't even notice her feelings for him, and it was Manager Qin who woke him up.

He didn't ask for a raise or a reward, followed him without regrets, and tried his best to be his right-hand man. Even in the hospital today, he was still trying to find a way to save the stock price. If this is not love, what else can it be?

Fu Chengyuan looked at the fat little longevity pao and gently curled the corners of his lips. Woman, your name is "可以心".

I just like it, but I never admit it.

But it wasn't her fault, after all, she knew in her heart that he had always had Yaoyao in his heart, and now there was another Feng Ying in her arms. No wonder she was discouraged and refused him again and again.

But it doesn't matter. As long as her heart is still on her, he will naturally have a way to change her mind.

Yewo is really annoying, he has to find a way to find something for him to do.

"Have Sang Luo been better?" asked Mr. Fu.

Fu Chengyuan said: "It's better. You can be discharged from the hospital after a few days of rest."

Mr. Fu told him: "I warn you that Sang Luo is now pregnant with the flesh and blood of our Fu family. If you dare to make her tired again, or push her out to carry the thunder for your Miss Feng, don't blame me for not thinking about the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren."

"Yeah, no more."

"snort."

Today, Fu Chengyuan had a good attitude, and Mr. Fu was quite satisfied. "What happened to you this afternoon? Sang Luo was still sick, but you ran to see Feng Ying. Do you know how sad she is?"

"Is she sad?"

"Although it was not revealed, you know that Sang Luo is always very strong. He swallows his teeth and blood, and swallows tears in his stomach. In order to avoid getting angry, he always pretends not to be sad and comes to comfort me. Chengyuan, if you even let such a girl down, then you really don't deserve to be a husband."

"Um."

"By the way, I have something to tell you."

Mr. Fu took out a dictionary from under the pillow, turned on one of the pages with a folded corner, and said: "Our Fu family is in the next generation, and it should be the 'Jing' generation. I have thought of a name for the child. If it is a son, it is Fu Jingzhi. If it is a girl, it is Fu Jingyun. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!