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Fu Huayong went straight to 709 at the hotel, and the moment he pushed the door open, he saw Old Lady Fu and Fu Wanjiao eating roast duck while watching a movie.

"Brother."

Fu Huayong moved to the side, dodging Fu Wanjiao's hug, and when he landed, Fu Wanjiao pouted unhappily.

Fu Huayong answered matter-of-factly: "Why should I be his lobbyist? I support Grandma more than him, so I will fully support all of Grandma's decisions. If Grandma doesn't have any more money, I can give it to you."

Fu Huayong suddenly had the manner of a salesman with a glib tongue and a ruthless manner. Fu Wanjiao was also stunned when he heard this, could she be calling the wrong person?

"Bro, did you reverse the situation?"

Fu Huayong raised his eyebrows and said, "As long as Grandmother is happy."

When the old granny heard this, she was very satisfied. Immediately, she grabbed Fu Huayong's hand and placed it on her own palm with tears brimming as she said in a pleased tone, "Granny's love for you was not in vain. Only you would care about what Granny thought, and not wholeheartedly ask me to answer that iron cage."

A lot of people had called since she had left home, but they were undoubtedly trying to persuade her to go, rather than asking him if something had happened to him.

When Fu Huayong appeared, the old lady thought that his goal was the same as the others. However, after hearing these words, she suddenly felt that only his eldest grandson was truly good to her.

Fu Huayong smiled as he held back but did not say anything. He understood his grandmother's temperament very well.

At this time, Fu Wanjiao who was at the side suddenly went up and asked: "Brother, if Grandma and I don't go back, would Grandfather be very angry?"

In the end, before Fu Huayong could answer, Old Lady Fu spoke up. "If you love him dearly, you will go. I won't stop you."

Fu Wanjiao was so scared that she immediately hugged Old Lady Fu and said coquettishly, "Grandmother, I was wrong. I promise that I won't say such things again."

Old Mistress Fu snorted coldly but didn't say anything. He immediately turned to Fu Huayong and asked, "How's Jin Jin, the child in her womb …"

Old Mistress Fu said nothing in the end, but everyone could hear his clearly now.

Fu Huayong's thoughts were in a mess, because he was considering how to answer.

His main goal was to move out and investigate He Qiu. Until now, other than Fu Hua and Zhang Zheng, no one else knew about He Qiu.

Now that he had achieved his goal, there was no need for this pregnancy to continue to exist.

Fu Huayong frowned, and a look of regret surfaced on his face: "I'm sorry Grandmother, it's all my fault for not listening to you back then, Jin Jin's child."

He wanted to say something, but he hesitated, to let the audience know the meaning behind his words.

Old Lady Fu immediately felt his vision darken, but he still asked uncertainly: "You, you're saying, the child is gone?" The old lady said that his entire body was trembling, the expression on his face made people feel even more pain, Fu Huayong regretted, because this excuse caused too much harm to the old man, but now there was no way out for me, he could only endure and continue.

Fu Huayong went forward and pulled the old lady in like a child, and said in a low voice: "Sorry." He said these three words in a heavy tone, as if it had really happened, but in his heart, he was thinking about what kind of state he would be in if Ning Jin had a child, and if he lost it in the end due to other reasons.

After around two hours, Fu Yunlang also rushed over. Seeing the heavy atmosphere, he subconsciously thought that Fu Huayong had failed, and that the Old Lady Fu was still in a state of anger.

Old Madam Fu and Fu Wanjiao sat with their heads down on the bedside. The old man's eyes were focused on the ground, but his entire body was dispirited. When he came in, other than Fu Wanjiao looking up, he did not do anything else.

Fu Huayong sat on the chair and remained silent.

Fu Yunlang instantly felt that it was not the right time for him to come.

Stepping in front of Fu Huayong, he whispered into his ear: "Failed?"

Fu Huayong did not tell Fu Yunlang about Ning Jin's fake pregnancy, as it was unnecessary for many people to know about it. Fu Huayong twisted his body and crossed his hands in front of his knees, his face revealing just the right amount of sadness and depression.

"The child in Ning Jin's womb is gone?"

"What?"

The next moment, a loud sound could be heard, which was especially obvious in this quiet room. Fu Yunlang's face fell, he anxiously lowered his voice, but his clothes still contained a look of disbelief, "It was still there a few days ago, why is it gone now, Grandma told you to hold it in, why didn't you listen?"

Fu Huayong:...

Did he look like the type of person who had a spermatophile on his head?

This couldn't be blamed on Fu Yunlang. After all, the scene at the Fu Clan that day had given him a seed.

Fu Huayong sighed helplessly and explained, "It was because of her carelessness that caused her to miscarry, and not because of what you said."

A white eye rolled over.

Fu Yunlang awkwardly pursed his lips, then asked: "Does grandmother know?"

Fu Huayong glanced at him, or what?

Fu Yunlang sighed, and then patted Fu Huayong's shoulders and comforted him: "Don't be sad, this is fated. You will have more children. "

Fu Huayong really didn't know how to reply to him.

Seeing Fu Huayong being silent, Fu Yunlang tactfully changed the topic.

She looked at old lady Fu and asked, "Is grandmother willing to go back?" Fu Huayong turned his head, his expression did not change much, but he asked indifferently: "Is the Old Master angry?"

Fu Yunlang suddenly trembled, and said: "What's supposed to be smashed has already been smashed, and what's supposed to be smashed has also been smashed. I almost didn't see you anymore either."

Is it that serious?

Every time she got angry, she would smash something. The problem was that she would smash anything she saw, and after that, she did not regret it at all, causing the Old Master Fu to tremble after the old lady left. As long as she could smash something, she would smash it.