It's so late, who's coming?
Mrs. Fu frowned in surprise. After spending some time in the temple with Mrs. Lu these days, she felt a little relaxed.
It may also be because, finally, I can see Xizhou and Shengsheng getting married. The three little ones in the family are sensible and well-behaved, and they feel that their lives are full and complete.
I was disturbed by someone in the middle of the night, but there was nothing wrong with me. I said gently: "Who is it?"
There was silence outside the door, as if the knock on the door just now was just a sudden hallucination.
Only then did Mrs. Fu become nervous. Then she thought about it, the people living in the villa were all her own people, and there was nothing to be prepared for.
She walked to the door slowly and slowly opened the door. She saw the man standing at the door, his pupils suddenly tightened.
The man was dressed in black and almost blended into the unlit corridor. Under his slightly lowered eyes, he seemed to be suppressing something, and the sense of oppression dissipated inadvertently.
After seeing the old man who opened the door, he suddenly raised his eyelashes, his deep eyes were filled with blood that had not rested well, like fireworks all over the sky, exuding the richness of the abyss.
I can’t remember how many days and nights I haven’t come back.
In my memory, Mrs. Fu was still concerned about the silver hair on her head, and she invited many hairdressers to come to her home to maintain and re-dye her hair.
At this time, she had white hair and couldn't pick out a few black hairs, and she obviously didn't care about it.
"Ting'er?!" Mrs. Fu was so excited that she stretched out her hand to grab his sleeve. She was afraid that if she loosened it a little, the person in front of her would disappear: "Are you Fu Ting? Didn't you call me before to say that you wouldn't go home for the New Year? ?"
He has been dealing with official affairs abroad for a long time, and he seems to have a cosmopolitan attitude. No matter how much he is persuaded, he is busy with important matters and it is not convenient to come back for the New Year. Moreover, there is no concept of New Year abroad and he will not be given a holiday.
After going back and forth, Mrs. Fu actually started to get used to not having him present during the Chinese New Year. What's more, in the past, the Nan'an residence was not as cold as the Chinese New Year, and there was no lively moment at all.
Fu Ting raised his hand, held Mrs. Fu's arm, and pushed the door open with the other hand, and the two of them walked inside.
"Well, I didn't plan to come back originally, but Qingyu contacted me." He helped Mrs. Fu sit down, went to the cabinet to find a warm quilt, and gently covered her legs.
Mrs. Fu's eyes were always locked on him. After so many years, Fu Ting seemed to have taken preservatives, and his appearance had not changed at all. It was just that the youthful look between his eyebrows was no longer there, but had become mature after experiencing the wind and rain.
It seemed that every move he made was filled with unquestionable determination.
Mrs. Fu put her hands on the quilt, and said half angrily, half teasingly: "Fortunately, it was Qingyu who contacted you. You have to give him some face no matter what. If I or Xizhou called you, I probably wouldn't be able to persuade you." Coming back."
In the past two years, she called Fu Ting as soon as the Chinese New Year was approaching, but never once persuaded him to come back.
Later, Fu Xizhou was asked to make a call. The two father and son were on the phone, as if they had made a wrong call to a stranger, and they couldn't say a few useful words for a long time.
Fu Ting knew that she was angry with him, so he laughed twice and explained patiently: "In the past few years, I really had to deal with official business. It's not that I refused to come back, and it's not that I didn't listen to you."
"Humph." Mrs. Fu turned her head away, a bit arrogant.
Fu Ting was also dumbfounded. He pulled the chair closer and said, "Even if Qingyu hadn't called, I would have come back. After all, it is Xizhou's wedding. As a father, I have to be there."
"Let me be honest." Mrs. Fu turned her head, looked him up and down, and asked: "Then from the bottom of your heart, you don't want to see your two sons?"
Fu Ting's back was slightly stiff, and there was a faint starlight under his dark eyes, but he didn't speak for a long time.
"Okay." Mrs. Fu stopped. "I won't tease you anymore. I'm very happy that you can come back. It's been a long time since our family has been reunited. And let me tell you, the child married to Xizhou, let alone many He is well-behaved, good-looking, and has a lovable personality. ŴŴŴ.BIQUGE.biz
How many good things have I done in my previous life to be able to bless the Fu family to marry such a granddaughter-in-law..."
Speaking of this, Mrs. Fu's face changed slightly, her eyes moved slightly, and she glanced at Fu Ting with concern.
Because of this, she seemed to have said this when Fu Ting married Bai Hui back.
It’s not that I’m going against my will. Bai Hui must be as outstanding as she is at the beginning, with a gentle temperament and a scholarly family. What kind of mother-in-law would be dissatisfied?
It's a pity that Fu Ting and Bai Hui are not related to each other. It's also possible that the Fu family was not lucky enough to keep Bai Hui well, and they were unable to live a harmonious life as a family, and they ended up going their separate ways.
"Hey, there's more." Seeing that her son didn't show any signs of change, Mrs. Fu quickly changed the subject: "Have you seen Xiaozhou, Xiaoshi, and Xiaobao? Oh, don't mention how cute they are."
As she said this, the old lady's face was full of joy. If it had not been too late, she would have gone over to pick up the three little ones and show them to Fu Ting with his own eyes.
Hearing this, Fu Ting's handsome face was calm, and finally he felt a little relaxed. The softest part of his heart was touched, and he nodded: "I have seen the photos of the three of them on my phone. They are all quite cute. This time I also want to see them when I come back.”
Mrs. Fu's smile deepened and her eyes narrowed into a thin line.
After laughing for a while, he suddenly came to his senses and said in surprise: "That's not right. Xizhou and I have neither sent photos to you, nor did Sheng'er mention it. How come you have photos of the three of them."
Fu Ting smiled: "Xiaobao sent it to me."
"Xiaobao?!" Mrs. Fu was extremely surprised.
Fu Ting raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was helpless, but more of a doting and joyful person: "I was in a meeting with my colleagues, and suddenly a video popped up on the conference screen, which was Xiaobao's self-introduction."
Moreover, the network they work on is special and cannot be hacked by ordinary people. In other words, they will not easily interfere with it. No one wants to cause trouble with the national defense agencies.
But Xiaobao, a brat, doesn't understand the consequences of these things. He sneaks in as if for fun. He takes up the big screen of the meeting and says he's looking for grandpa, and then plays a carefully recorded video of Xiaozhou and Xiaoshi. daily.
And at the end, his face filled the camera lens, he rolled his eyes and said in a weird voice: "Grandpa, come back quickly. My brother has never seen you. Where are you?"
The video suddenly appeared, and everyone in the meeting was shocked. They were about to enter a defensive state, but they saw that the video was just a child. He was cute and cute, and there was no malice. Everyone watched patiently.
It turned out that it was actually them, the grandson of the highest-level leader.
Fu Ting pressed his forehead where he had a headache, but there was a smile on his lips. After the video closed, he apologized to everyone.
Everyone did not take it seriously and congratulated him on having such a capable grandson who is cute and smart. They also expressed respect and admiration for his dedicated attitude.
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