Jiang Shu's eyes stopped and he could no longer move forward.
The familiar scent of sandalwood hit her face. She was asking... why is it so familiar?
...Fu Shiyan, it’s really him.
Jiang Shu's eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red. She had thought about the scene of meeting him again hundreds or even thousands of times.
But I never thought that it would be in this way...
"Jiang Shu, you are finally here..."
Came a slightly hoarse voice.
Even though his back was turned to her, he seemed certain that the person coming was her.
Jiang Shu's hands on both sides clenched together silently. She tried hard to restrain her impulse and just asked: "Where is Grape? Where did you take her?"
Fu Shiyan turned around and looked at each other. Although the two of them were only a few dozen meters apart, they seemed to be separated by an insurmountable ditch.
Two years...
Some things seem to have changed, but some things seem to have stayed the same.
"Who is Putao...?" Fu Shiyan found his voice, looked at her blankly, and asked straight to the point.
Although he had roughly guessed the answer, he still wanted to get confirmation from her mouth.
"Grape is my daughter and has nothing to do with you."
Jiang Shu directly denied it.
The feeling of duplicity was unpleasant, but she was still determined to persevere.
Little did he know, her words were like a muffled thunder that hit Fu Shiyan with pain in the left side of his heart.
"Is it really okay?" Fu Shiyan's voice was choked with sobs, and when he asked this question, his vision was blurry.
The memory brought him back to two hours ago...
"Sir, aren't you coming?" Secretary Huo couldn't help but remind Fu Shiyan when he saw Fu Shiyan staring blankly at the grapes not far away.
Fu Shi's banquet and micro-signature.
He could clearly feel the erratic rhythm of his own heartbeat, feeling a little timid and a little hopeful, "Tell me, is she really..." Could she be their daughter? ωωw..net
Fu Shiyan did not continue.
Secretary Huo understood what he was thinking, looked at Tao Tao, and then said: "Sir, you actually already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"
Fu Shiyan walked up to Xiao Tao.
At this moment, she was stacking blocks in a regular manner, and her serious thinking look was very similar to Fu Shiyan's.
"Grape?"
He called her softly.
Afraid of disturbing her.
Hear.
Putao raised his eyes and saw Fu Shiyan, and a touch of surprise could not help but appear in his eyes, "Uncle, why are you here?"
The soft and waxy voice made Fu Shiyan's heart tremble.
The feeling of closeness between blood surged up, and for a moment, the man was a little at a loss.
"Putao, I'm not an uncle, I'm a father."
dad?
The movements in Putao's hand stopped, and his round eyes rolled, clearly showing joy.
The little mouth opened and closed and said, "Uncle, have you accepted my suggestion and are you willing to be my father?"
Fu Shiyan shook his head gently, stretched out his hand and touched her little head. The little meat dumpling was so cute and tight, as if it would melt his whole heart, "I am not your father, I... am you.
's dad."
Little Putao looked puzzled.
Obviously some don't believe it.
Although she likes the handsome uncle in front of her very much, but...
Just when she was hesitating, Fu Shiyan took out a wallet from his left jacket pocket, which contained a slightly yellowed photo.
"This... is the photo on your mother and I's marriage certificate." It was also one of the few photos he found.
Over the past two years, he has kept it properly and carried it with him everywhere.