Chapter 307

But I didn't expect that Peng Yuan's face changed when she saw Han Zhijing. She was still standing at the end of the stairs and suddenly shook violently. If it wasn't for the two wives behind, she would have fallen down.

"Peng Yuan, are you ok?" Asked one of the wives.

Peng Yuan steadied her mind, fingernails clenched the wooden handle tightly, and forced to smile at them: "I'm ok. You can find a seat first. I see my daughter and my son-in-law."

"Ah, that's your daughter and son-in-law." Another wife, who knew Fu Yunqian, was surprised. "Why didn't you mention it?"

Peng Yuan's face showed a little bit of pride: "well, you sit first, I'll say something."

When Han Zhijing saw Peng Yuan, the whole person was stunned, more shocked than when he saw the private detective sending the information.

He knew that Peng Yuan had a very hard life in her early years, but in recent years, her life has been much better, and she is well maintained, so she can still see the appearance of a young girl.

He was a little excited, but he held back. Because Peng Yuan didn't look at him, but said to Fu Yunqian, "do you come here for dessert, too?"

Fu Yunqian nodded faintly, and Peng Yuan said to Tang Xiaoyan: "banyan, if you have time, go home and have a meal."

"Let's talk about it when we have time."

At this time, the beauty who just came with Fu Yunqian had already looked at her watch and urged: "Mr. Fu, we have to go to the Junlin group next. It's time to start."

Tang Xiaoyan got up and urged him: "if you have something else to do, just leave. I'll go home soon."

"I'll let the driver see you off." Fu Yunqian has paid the bill.

Tang Xiaoyan pursed his lips and agreed. He apologized to Han Zhijing and said, "Mr. Han, my son is still waiting for me at home. I'll go first. Please try some snacks."

Han Zhijing didn't stop her because she saw Peng Yuan's silent warning and watched Fu Yunqian and Tang Xiaoyan leave. Peng Yuan first exchanged greetings with the two wives, then walked to the bathroom at the end of the corridor, and Han Zhijing followed.

No one in the quiet corner, Peng Yuan arms chest, in the face of this full negative for more than 20 years of the man, the heart still seems to linger, but more resentment, anger, also accumulated in the heart, at this moment brewing burst out: "Han Zhijing, what do you want to do!"

Han Zhijing looks silent, hands quietly hanging in front of him, feeling the anger from Peng Yuan's face, his black eyes warm as water staring at her face: "I just want to see my daughter, Xiaoyan, it's my daughter, isn't it?"

When Peng Yuan heard this, her face suddenly changed. She clenched her fingers into a fist, but she seemed to laugh angrily: "do you think your daughter is your daughter? Han Zhijing, more than 20 years, why are you so naive and ridiculous now? Don't you have a daughter? Don't you deny us? What else are you looking for! Go back, I don't want to see you any more. Besides, I tell you, Tang Xiaoyan is not your daughter. You should die. "

"Yining, you've told me everything." Han Zhijing finished, quietly observing Peng Yuan's reaction.

Sure enough, Peng Yuan's eyes were slightly puffed, her mouth slightly raised, but she was full of irony: "Oh, then she must tell you that when she was with others, she was with others, so the child she was pregnant with was the man's, and it had nothing to do with you, and the face of your Han family at that time Oh, I still remember it. Han Zhijing, you must die. Banyan is not your daughter. Don't show up in front of us again. "

When Peng Yuan finished, she opened the bathroom door in front of her. In the bathroom, a girl stood in front of her, pale and bloodless, holding the doorknob in her hand. Seeing Han Zhijing, her body was crumbling. A deep shock flashed from the bottom of Peng Yuan's heart. She was stunned. Han Zhijing behind her was also stunned: "quiet words..."

He didn't expect that Han Jingyu would also be in this restaurant. Today, all the people seem to be crazy and rush here. But at this critical moment, he and Peng Yuan's conversation is also heard by Han Jingyu.

"Is that true?" Han Jingyu angrily pointed to Peng Yuan with her finger, and her voice was obviously trembling. "Is Tang Xiaoyan his daughter?"

Peng Yuan slowly raised her hand, but was pushed away by Han Jingyu: "don't touch me!"

"If I ask you something, is Tang Xiaoyan your daughter?" She looked obstinately at Han Zhijing and had to ask why.

Han Zhijing closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and narrowed his pupils: "yes, Jingyu, Xiaoyan is also my daughter, you are sisters."

Han Jingyu's eyes turn red, pushes Peng Yuan and Han Zhijing away and rushes forward.

"Quiet words..." Han Zhijing called after her, but she had already run down the stairs, so he had to chase her out. Peng Yuan, who was standing in the same place, reeled violently and didn't fall down until she was close to the wall behind her.

How could it be like this? How could it be like this.

Three years ago, when Tang Xiaoyan was with Fu Yunqian, Han Wenqing came to help Han xiaduo and Fu Yunqian. She knew that the Han family had come. So she knew that the Han family had replaced Tang Xiaoyan's pregnancy list, but she didn't say a word. As for the newspaper specially made by the Han family, she showed it to Tang Xiaoyan Let her give up, no longer with Fu Yunqian have any involvement, so that you can avoid the Han family, otherwise Han Zhijing will know her existence sooner or later.Only later did she know that the newspaper was fake.

Now, although Tang Xiaoyan and Fu Yunqian are together, she thinks that the Han family won't appear again, but why did she kill her so suddenly.

Seeing that Peng Yuan's eyes were red when she came back, the two wives asked what had happened to her. Peng Yuan said that the sand got into her eyes accidentally. The two wives looked at each other and brought the topic to Fu Yunqian and Tang Xiaoyan.

Peng Yuan absentmindedly cope with, finally really restless, can't sit down, had to rush.

The beauty with Fu Yunqian is the manager of the public relations department of Fu's enterprise. She is in her early thirties. She has strong public relations ability and is a good helper.

Fu Yunqian personally sent Tang Xiaoyan back home. Along the way, ye Xinru, public relations manager, was still in front of the co pilot, leaning over to give a briefing.

Tang Xiaoyan knew that he was very busy, so he said at the intersection in front of him, "if you have something to do, just go back. It's very convenient. It's just on the way to Junlin. After the traffic lights, you'll turn back."

Ye Xinru raised his head, observed the road conditions, and calculated the time. Fu Yunqian's fingers tapped on the window lattice. Tang Xiaoyan sat beside him and gently pulled his sleeve: "I'm going to pick up the child from my little grandmother. Don't worry, go and return early."

Finally, Fu Yunqian agreed with Tang Xiaoyan to get off on the way. After seeing her get into a taxi, he told the driver to drive.

Ye Xinru continued to give a briefing on the co pilot, but Fu Yunqian's mobile phone rang. It was Han Zhijing who called him. His eyes were dark, his face was indifferent, and his voice was formulaic: "Hello, I'm Fu Yunqian."

"Yun Qian, I'm Han Zhijing."

Fu Yunqian said softly, but Han Zhijing didn't seem to hear his mockery. "I'm calling to tell you something."

“……”

Tang Xiaoyan did take a taxi to the old house to meet Fu Jinyan.

One step into here, in fact, there is no bottom in my heart.

In particular, the first thing she saw was Fu Zhan sitting in the wheelchair in the middle of the yard, with frost stained white hair. When she thought about it, it was the first time she had seen Fu Zhan since she came back. I don't know whether he deliberately avoided it or whether he was really ill. Now it seems that the latter is the majority.

The wind and the candle are dying. It was Tang Xiaoyan's first impression when he saw Fu Station this time.

In front of him is the figure of Fu Jinyan playing back and forth on a twisted cart. Fu's eyes are full of love.

Hearing the footsteps of high-heeled shoes, Fu Jinyan turned her head flexibly and gave her a slight smile. However, her expression was very implicit. She was not as eager and happy as the ordinary children when they saw their mother. She was still playing by herself.

Tang Xiaoyan couldn't stand in front of Fu Station. He called respectfully: "old man."

Fu stood on the back of his chair with his thin hand and raised his eyes to look at Tang Xiaoyan. There was no sadness or joy in his expression. He didn't even show that he was familiar with or unfamiliar with Tang Xiaoyan. He said calmly, "here we are."

The past is indelible in my heart, but he is an old man who is dying and is about to run out of oil. Tang Xiaoyan still keeps his demeanor and nods: "I'll take Jinyan back."

"It's getting late. If you come, have dinner and go back."

“……” When Tang Xiaoyan didn't know how to deal with it, the old lady came out with a pot of fruit and put it on the stone platform beside Fu Station. "The banquet is coming, and Yun Qian is on his way. Let's go in and prepare for dinner."

Is Fu Yunqian coming?

Tang Xiaoyan was slightly relieved, and then he heard Fu Zhan say, "go in."

We have to keep up.

The old lady pushed Fu's wheelchair and gave her a soothing smile.

Tang Xiaoyan also smile, holding Fu Jinyan's hand, into the living room.

***

fifteen minutes later, the food was on the table and Tang Xiaoyan was dividing chopsticks.

Hearing the sound of door opening coming from the entrance, I looked up and saw the man in suit and shoes coming in from the outside. After a busy day, when he got home, he untied his tie and opened two buttons of his shirt.

She walked over with a smile, helped him to take the slippers on the shoe rack and put them on the ground. Then she hung the suit coat he took off on one shelf and looked at each other. In silence, she conveyed her sincere feelings.

The old lady came out from the kitchen with the last bowl of soup. When she saw Fu standing in a wheelchair, he looked thoughtful and disappointed. She said with a smile, "the second child is back. Come on, sit down and have a meal."

"Well." After Fu Yunqian sat down. Said hello to Fu Station, "grandfather."

"How's business going?"

"I can handle it." Fu Yunqian's reply was understated. Fu Zhan knew that this grandson's ability was far superior to Fu Chengguang's. If he had not gone for more than two years at that time, it would not be this situation now.

What's the name of this? We'll take the blame ourselves? In the final analysis, all this is closely related to him.