Fu Shimi went back, but Fu Lijun and the others had not come back yet.
She was dazed while making supper.
Who is Shansi?
What is his purpose?
Why did she hide a child she didn't know and even let him marry Chi Chen?
Is that little girl really her and Fu Lijun’s daughter?
"Xiaomi." Aunt Zhang shouted.
Fu Shimi recovered from her senses. She kept on fire, but there was nothing in the pot.
She quickly poured the oil into the pot.
"Do you have something to worry about?" Aunt Zhang asked.
"I think about it all." Fu Shimi said, putting the washed chicken nuggets.
At around five o'clock, Fu Lijun came back.
"Has the matter been solved?" Fu Shimi asked Zuo Si.
Zuo Si nodded, "The morning after tomorrow, the loss will definitely be. Moreover, Mr. Fu made several arrangements, and the losses will be temporary. He does have a way of doing business."
"It's time to solve the problem, it's time to eat." Fu Shimi returned to the kitchen to serve the dishes, and Aunt Zhang went to shout Fu Qian and Marry Yang to have dinner.
"Mom.Mom." Fu Qian jumped and took the painting down from the upper floor.
Fu Shimi remembered the little girl in Shansi's phone.
Fu Qian grew up beside her. Although she had no father since she was a child, she gave Fu Qian enough love.
If that little girl was really her and Fu Lijun's child, wandering outside alone, still in the hands of unknown people...
This thought made her feel a little panicked.
"Mom. Look, this is the little mouse I drew."
Fu Qian glanced at the painting and touched Fu Qian's head, "Awesome."
"Hehe." Fu Qian took the painting again and looked for Fu Lijun.
"Dad is in the study." Zuo Si reminded.
Fu Qian quickly ran towards the study, tiptoed, turned open the door, and saw Fu Lijun.
Fu Lijun is looking at the plan they sent.
"Dad. Dad." Fu Qian shouted sweetly.
Two-year-old children, boys and girls all have the same voice, they are all delicate, sweet and soft.
He looked at Fuji.
Fu Qian ran over and leaned his little body against him.
A desire to protect arises in Fu Lijun's heart, and even his voice softens a little, "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, little rabbit, white and white, his ears stand up." Fu Qian said in a silence, and he also made the rabbit's ears lively, throwing Fu Lijun a disgusting look, "The little rabbit's eyes are
It's still red, and the eyes are black."
"That's it, puppy?" Fu Lijun said uncertainly.
"Dad, you're blind. This is a little mouse, a little mouse that can chirp, hum." Fu Qian pursed his lips down, his expression about to cry.
In the past, he hated hearing children cry, so he would not get married or have children. But now, seeing Fu Qian was about to cry, he felt soft and said softly: "The painting is very creative, you can use creativity.
award."
"Creative, dad, what is creativity? What does creativity mean?" Fu Qian asked inexplicably.
"Creative means, it means very powerful." Fu Lijun said.
Fu Qian immediately smiled. "I'm very awesome."
"Yeah, it's amazing." Fu Lijun touched Fun's little head.
Knocking at the door
"Come in." Fu Lijun said.
Aunt Zhang pushed open the door and said, "Mr. Fu, it's time to eat."
"Yes." Fu Lijun responded.
Aunt Zhang came over and picked up the talisman money.
"Mother-in-law, dad praised me for the good painting and said I was very creative." Fu Qian showed off happily.
"Is that true? Our talisman money is really amazing."
"My mother said so." Fu Qian was even happier.
Fu Lijun looked at Fu Qian's little look, and his eyes softened a little.
The dishes have been served on the table.
Everyone finished the mushroom soup at noon. She made chicken soup in the evening, plus the sweet and sour pork ribs left in the morning, and made another cowboy bone, ants climbing trees, and egg custard.
This time Fu Qian learned his lesson and did not wait in the kitchen with the bowl. He first climbed to the position next to Fu Lijun, stood in his seat, and waited happily for the meal.
Fu Lijun saw his expression of looking at the food and remembered a word: Fried man.
Fu Shimi gave Fu Qian rice rice, put the eggs in, stirred them, and placed them in front of Fu Qian.
"Dad, fry." Fu Qian said, then ate it into his mouth, half of it fell away.
Thank you for your hard work, he took the rice bag and fell all into the rice bag.
"I'll feed you." Fu Lijun said.
Fu Qian wanted to stop it.
She wanted to cultivate Fu Qian's independence, but then she thought that Fu Qian had no father since she was a child, and she didn't know what it felt like to feed her father, so she had no organization.
Fu Qian's mouth was wide open, and Fu Lijun fed the rice into his mouth. He watched his red little 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 shower, and went to bed to tell him stories.
Her cell phone rang, and she saw that it was Shansi's caller ID and frowned, "What's the matter?"
"Your daughter wants to talk to you, if you don't want to, let it go, I'll tell her." Shansi said.
Fu Shimi's heart skipped a beat. If the child was really her daughter, how much harm would her rejection be to the child?
"Have wait." Fu Shimi put away her cell phone and said to Fu Qian: "You can read the book yourself first, and I'll answer the phone."
"Okay, mom, go." Fu Qian flipped through the book in a pretty good manner, looked at the pictures on the book, and told stories to himself.
Fu Shimi went to the bathroom and picked up her cell phone, "Where is her?"
"Meimei, are you tied to me, Meimei?" the little girl said in a confused manner.
Fu Shimi felt a strange feeling in her heart.
That little girl should be about the same size as Fu Qian. With her training, Fu Qian has a clear speech and can already say a lot, but this little girl seems to be unable to even speak clearly.
"Do you want to see your mother?" Fu Shimi asked.
"I think I'm here, there, I have no friends." The little girl's words were two or three words.
"Give your phone to uncle, I'll say a few words to him." Fu Shimi said in a deep voice.
"good."
"So fast? What do you want to say to me?" Shansi said lukewarmly.
"When doing what you said, I want to make sure she is my daughter and Fu Lijun."
"Okay, at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, you will arrive at the supermarket near your house, and my people will take you into the car. Let's do this for now, she should be looking forward to seeing her mother." Shansi said and hung up the phone.
Fu Shimi coaxed Fu Qian to sleep and went out, and Zuo Si sat in the living room.
"Zuo Si, I ask you, do you know a man named Shan Si? He runs a private hospital." Fu Shimi asked tentatively.