Chapter 1559: How can a pity son not be a husband?
Fu Shimi went back, but Fu Lijun and the others were not back yet.
She was in a daze while cooking dinner.
Who is Shansi?
What is his purpose?
Why did she hide a child that she didn't know about and let him marry Chi Chen.
Is that little girl really her and Fu Lijun's daughter?
"Xiaomi." Aunt Zhang shouted.
Fu Shimi regained consciousness. She kept turning on the fire, but there was nothing in the pot.
She quickly poured the oil into the pot.
"Are you worried?" Aunt Zhang asked.
"Random thoughts." Fu Shimi said, putting in the washed chicken pieces.
At around five o'clock, Fu Lijun came back.
"Has the matter been resolved?" Fu Shimi asked Zuo Si.
Zuo Si nodded, "If we hold a press conference the day after tomorrow, there will definitely be losses. Moreover, Mr. Fu has made several arrangements, and any losses will be temporary. He does have a way of doing business."
"Just settle the matter, let's eat." Fu Shimi went back to the kitchen to serve the food, while Aunt Zhang went to call Fu Qian and Marry Yang to come down for dinner.
"Mom. Mom." Fu Qian jumped up and down the stairs holding the painting.
Fu Shimi thought of the little girl on Shansi's cell phone.
Fu Qian grew up beside her. Although she didn't have a father since she was a child, she gave Fu Qian enough love.
If that little girl is really her and Fu Lijun's child, wandering alone outside, in the hands of unknown people...
This thought made her a little panicked.
"Mom, look, this is the little mouse I drew."
Fu Qian took a look at the painting and touched Fu Qian's head, "It's awesome."
"Hehe." Fu Qian took the painting again and looked for Fu Lijun.
"Dad is in the study." Zuo Si reminded.
Fu Qian hurriedly ran towards the study, stood on tiptoes, opened the door and saw Fu Lijun.
Fu Lijun is looking at the project plan they sent.
"Dad. Dad." Fu Qian shouted sweetly.
Two-year-old children, both boys and girls, have the same voice, which is delicate, sweet, and soft.
He looked at Fu Qian.
Fu Qian ran over and leaned his small body against his.
Fu Lijun felt a protective desire in his heart, and even his voice softened a bit, "What's wrong?"
"Look at my painting, guess what it is?" Fu Qian handed the painting to Fu Lijun.
"Rabbit?" Fu Lijun guessed.
"No, dad, the little rabbit is white and white, with two ears standing up." Fu Qian said in a sweet voice, and vividly gestured to the rabbit's ears, giving Fu Lijun a look of disgust, "The little rabbit's eyes are
It's still red, but this eye is black."
"That's a puppy?" Fu Lijun said uncertainly.
"Dad, you are blind, this is a little mouse, a little mouse that can chirp, hum." Fu Qian pursed his lips, looking like he was about to cry.
In the past, he really hated hearing children cry, so he never got married or had children. But now, when he saw Fu Qian was about to cry, his heart softened and he said softly: "The paintings are very creative, you can use your creativity
prize."
"Creativity, dad, what is creativity? What does creativity mean?" Fu Qian asked in confusion.
"Creativity means very powerful," Fu Lijun said.
Fu Qian immediately grinned. "I'm pretty awesome, right?"
"Yeah, awesome." Fu Lijun touched Fu Qian's little head.
Knock on the door p; Knock on the door.
"Come in." Fu Lijun said.
Aunt Zhang opened the door and said lovingly: "Mr. Fu, it's time to eat."
"Yeah." Fu Lijun responded.
Aunt Zhang came over and picked up the talisman money.
"Mother-in-law, dad praised me for my good painting and said I was very creative." Fu Qian showed off happily.
"Really? Our talisman money is really powerful."
"My mother said the same." Fu Qian was even happier.
Fu Lijun looked at Fu Qian's small appearance, and his eyes softened a bit.
The dishes have been brought to the table.
Everyone had finished the mushroom soup at noon, so she made chicken soup in the evening, added the leftover sweet and sour pork ribs from the morning, and made a dish of beef ribs, ants climbing a tree, and egg custard.
This time Fu Qian learned his lesson and did not wait in the kitchen with a bowl. He first climbed to the seat next to Fu Lijun, stood on the seat, and happily waited for the meal.
Fu Lijun looked at his expression eager for food and remembered a word: rice cook.
Fu Shimi served Fu Qian some rice, put in the eggs, stirred them, and placed them in front of Fu Qian.
"Dad, rice." Fu Qian said, and ate half of it.
It was hard work for him to carry the rice bag with him, but everything fell into the rice bag.
"Let me feed you." Fu Lijun said.
Fu Qian originally wanted to stop it.
She wanted to cultivate Fu Qian's independence, but then she thought that Fu Qian had not had a father since he was a child, and he didn't know what it was like to be fed by a father, so she had no organization.
Fu Qian's mouth opened wide, Fu Lijun fed the rice into his mouth, and watched his little red mouth move, which was very cute, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Fu Shimi's mood became strange when she saw the rare smile on Fu Lijun's face.
After dinner, Fu Shimi played with Fu Qian for a while, took him to take a bath, and went to bed to tell him stories.
Her cell phone rang. She looked at Shansi's caller ID and frowned, "What's the matter?"
"Your daughter wants to talk to you. If you don't want to, forget it and I'll tell her," Shansi said.
Fu Shimi's heart skipped a beat. If that child was really her daughter, how much harm would her current rejection cause to the child.
"Wait a minute." Fu Shimi put away the phone and said to Fu Qian: "You read a book by yourself first, and I will answer the phone."
"Okay, mom, let's go." Fu Qian flipped through the book in a dignified manner, looking at the pictures on the book and telling stories to himself.
Fu Shimi went to the bathroom and picked up her phone, "Where is she?"
"Baa baa, are you related to me, baa baa?" the little girl said inarticulately.
Fu Shimi had a strange feeling in her heart.
The little girl should be about the same age as Fu Qian. Under her training, Fu Qian has a clear articulation and can speak a lot of words, but this little girl seems to be unable to speak clearly.
"Want to see mom?" Fu Shimi asked.
"I think, I don't have any friends here." The little girl said two or three words.
"Give uncle your cell phone and I'll say a few words to him." Fu Shimi said solemnly.
"good."
"So fast? What do you want to say to me?" Shansi said lukewarmly.
"When I do what you said, I have to make sure that she is my and Fu Lijun's daughter."
"Okay, at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, you go to the supermarket near your home, and my people will take you to the car. Let's do this for now, she should be looking forward to seeing her mother." After Shansi finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
After Fu Shimi coaxed Fu Qian to sleep, he went out and Zuo Si sat in the living room.
"Zuo Si, let me ask you, do you know a person named Shan Si? He runs a private hospital." Fu Shimi asked tentatively.