Chapter 240

"Big sister, you can't say that. Isn't it the wrong time for us to meet the right job opportunities? Ya Ya is so beautiful, you see. Can I work in my brother-in-law's company Or just like her husband's company. I also heard that there is a handsome stepson. Today is twenty-six. It's twenty-three years old. It's also a good match for us... "

When Peng Yuan heard this, she really wanted to clap for her sister-in-law's sudden whim. She actually paid attention to Fu Zihao. She didn't know about Tang Wanru's dirty business. If she really told Tang Wanru about it, she didn't know how to die.

Peng Yuan thinks that Wu Xiumei is really whimsical. Her brain is broken when she dreams. She doesn't want to talk to her anymore. She pulls out her hand: "that's Tang Wanru's stepson. It doesn't matter to me. I don't know her."

After a good proposal was rejected, Wu Xiumei turned cold and looked rather ugly: "Peng Yuan, you don't want to help, do you? Even if you don't help you find a job, you don't care about Ya Ya's life. OK, in that case, I'll tell Fu Yunqian what happened in those years... "

Before Wu Xiumei finished speaking, she was slapped by Peng Yuan. Her voice was clear and powerful. Wu Xiumei was very angry.

Peng Yuan just wanted to warn her, but behind her came a deep male voice: "what do you want to tell me?"

Peng Yuan and Wu Xiumei look back in shock at the same time. Next to the elevator that slowly closes, a man in a black suit and white shirt, with a cold smile on his thin lips, is standing tall and straight. The neckline of the white shirt is open. A small section of the cuffs of the white shirt is exposed from the sleeve of the suit. His deep eyes show a shrewd and sharp cold light It's going up.

They changed their faces at the same time, put down their hands, and soon covered up the embarrassed and guilty expression on their faces.

Fu Yunqian's eyes finally fell on Wu Xiumei, who was nervous and smiling. She said lightly, "I just heard someone want to tell me something? What is it? "

"No, it's OK." Seeing the pretty and petite girl standing beside Fu Yunqian, Wu Xiumei called out, "banyan, it's you. Are you back? Ouch

Wu Xiumei's exaggerated voice resounded throughout the corridor, attracting other people to look over.

Tang Xiaoyan's eyebrows were slightly twisted, but he stepped back without any trace, avoiding Wu Xiumei's touch. His eyes were light, and he nodded coldly: "I'll go to see grandma, you can talk."

She walked towards her grandmother's ward, passing by Peng Yuan, but she did not squint.

If Peng Yuan had not imprisoned her during that time, she might have found Fu Yunqian. As for why Peng Yuan imprisoned herself, Tang Xiaoyan couldn't figure out why.

Later, before Peng Yuan came to Lu Yunshen, she explained that it was because she didn't want her to be cheap. Fu Yunqian married other women, and the Fu family would not accept her at all, which made her die.

It's better to follow Lu Yunshen to go abroad with peace of mind and start again when the children are gone. Lu Yunshen is a good man. It's better to follow him than Fu Yunqian.

Good. What do you call it. Tang Xiaoyan really wants to ask her, is he a cattle business in her eyes? From Fu Zihao to Fu Yunqian, and then to Lu Yunshen, Peng Yuan is like a woman who abducts and sells children, reselling her time and again.

Frankly speaking, it's for her good, but is it really for her good? I'm afraid only Peng Yuan knows.

Tang Xiaoyan didn't have the heart to study the complicated interests behind it. She stood in front of the old man's ward, took a deep breath, and then slowly raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The old man's weak voice came from the ward. Tang Xiaoyan pushed the door and came in. He saw the old lady with silver hair lying on the bed, wearing hospital patient's clothes and oxygen tube inserted on her nose. But she was in good spirits. Looking at the people coming in, her muddy eyes immediately became clear.

Lying body, also struggling to sit up.

The oxygen tube on her nose was also removed by her own hands.

"Banquet..." The old man's voice was full of excitement and disbelief, and his withered hands were shaking.

"Grandma..." Low called a, not language, voice has choked, went to hold grandma's hand, heart a burst of pain.

Two years no see, grandma thin actually only skin and bone, brown nails are still trim neat, the body is as clean as ever.

"Ah." After confirming that the person in front of her was really the granddaughter she had been thinking about day and night, her grandmother also had tears in her eyes. "Banyan, didn't she tell you not to come back? Grandma's fine. "

"I'm fine, grandma. I'm sorry. You're sick. I'm coming to see you now." Holding the old man's shoulder and smelling the clean smell of the old man, Tang Xiaoyan felt sour.

If there's anything else she can't let go of here, I'm afraid it's just this grandmother.

Although only a short period of seven months together, but the blood relationship between people, do not need words can be silent transmission.

Outside, the dialogue between Fu Yunqian and Peng Yuan has officially come to an end.Just listen to Fu Yunqian's icy tone can almost freeze people: "it doesn't matter, if you don't say it, I can find out myself."

Peng Yuan's nails are deeply pinched into the palm of her hand, but she seems to foresee that her painstaking efforts all the time will start to burn.

Fu Yunqian's noble turn takes away a piece of sunshine.

Next to her, Wu Xiumei was also nervous, with a cold sweat behind her. She stared at Peng Yuan's face and stammered: "sister Sister You said... "

"Shut up Peng Yuan angrily scolded her, "what can you say, what can't say, still use to remind you?"

Hearing the knock outside, grandma subconsciously raised her head, and Tang Xiaoyan also raised her head. Looking at Fu Yunqian, a tall and slender man in a suit and shoes, she came in with a gentle smile: "grandma."

He called naturally, went to Tang Xiaoyan and put his hand around her shoulder.

Grandmother a Zheng, but see Tang Xiaoyan slightly blush appearance, suddenly everything understood, smiling greeting: "banquet, pour a glass of water for people."

"No, grandma. My name is Fu Yunqian. You can call me Yunqian. I'm not thirsty."

Having said that, Tang Xiaoyan got up and poured him a cup of warm water. Fu Yunqian didn't answer it, so he went directly to his lips and was drunk by the edge of the cup.

Tang Xiaoyan Leng Leng, the grandmother over there has a smile, eyes full of love and gratification.

After two drinks, Tang Xiaoyan took the water cup back: "grandma, do you want to drink some?"

"No, the doctor said that you can't eat or drink anything before the operation, but there's no water in the water bottle. Banquet, you can get a pot of boiling water."

Tang Xiaoyan felt that grandma wanted to talk to Fu Yunqian alone, so she held the kettle in silence. Before she left, she looked at Fu Yunqian quietly. Seeing the calm and composure in his eyes, her heart was a little calm, and she went out with a water bottle.

Leave Fu Yunqian and grandma in the ward and help them bring them to the door.

She met Peng Yuan in the corridor, but when she met her mother and daughter, she had nothing to say.

Tang Xiaoyan had nothing to say to his mother.

All the feelings, with the child, die completely. Now it's cold and thin.

She passed Peng Yuan by mistake, but Peng Yuan caught her by the wrist.

"Let go of me." Tang Xiaoyan is very cold. She looks at her coldly. Peng Yuan is surprised. She can't look at Tang Xiaoyan's deep eyes. The ice color is deep. Looking at Peng Yuan, her hands are shaking: "banquet..."

"Don't call me."

"When were you with Fu Yunqian?"

"That's my business. Should I report it to you?"

Peng Yuan grasped her wrist more and more tightly: "I didn't tell you that he has married Han xiaduo The Fu family will not accept you... "

"That's our business. You don't have to worry about it. Oh, I forgot to tell you that we've registered. Now, I'm Mrs. Fu. So, I'm sorry, your hope has failed. Let go!"

"What? Are you registered? " Peng Yuan's shock made Tang Xiaoyan extremely injured.

Is this still a mother's reaction? Which mother in the world does not want her children to find happiness, but her mother, such a reaction, really better give her a knife.

Yes, the more painful it is, the sweeter it is to laugh: "are you not happy? Fu Yunqian is so rich, don't you always want to sell me at a good price? Now I'm satisfied. I'm Mrs. Fu. Won't the Fu family accept me? It doesn't matter to me. I don't like them. I don't care

Shaking off Peng Yuan's hand and ignoring the shock on her face, Tang Xiaoyan went to the water room with a kettle.

Put the thermos under the tap and open it. It's cold on my cheek.

Zheng Zheng stood, watching the thermos show his pale face, heart bursts of grief.

"Be careful..." A hand suddenly stretched out from behind, holding her arm and turning around, she ran into a warm embrace.

Over there, the kettle is full. The man reaches out his hand and turns off the tap. He stares at her with tears streaming down his face. He reaches out his warm finger and helps her wipe it silently.

The more you wipe, the more tears you shed. Holding his strong and thin waist, her face against his chest, she cried.

The man hugged her tightly. She was infatuated with the taste of him. She couldn't help standing on tiptoe and kissing his soft thin lips with heavy strength. This kiss was full of despair and rebellion. The more she opposed, the more she wanted to get close to him.

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During this period, Fu Yunqian's mobile phone received a text message. After the kiss, he picked up the mobile phone and opened it. On it was the message from the old lady: I have sent the DNA sample

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the old lady has always been smart. After texting Fu Yunqian, she sat on the sofa with two photo albums on her lap. One of them listed Fu Jinyan's life photos since he came back from the doctor. There is also a photo album with a long history that has made a mistake.

This album records all kinds of photos of Fu's descendants, including Fu Chengguang's, Fu Yunqian's, Fu Zihao's, and even Fu ziyao's.