Chapter: 1010

Qin Anan strode up to him: "What did you buy?" After asking the question, she saw the situation in the trunk and was stunned.

His trunk is quite big, but it's full now.

What's inside, it's hard to see at a glance.

Because most of them are packed in bags or boxes.

"Fu Shiting, didn't you say you wanted me to go to your place tonight?" She changed the subject, "I thought you wouldn't come."

"You go to my place, or I come to your place, isn't it the same thing?" He took the things out of the trunk, "I went out in the afternoon and passed a street and saw some beautiful things, I think you and the children will like it, So I bought it for you."

Qin An'an was stunned for a moment, and then reacted to what he said.

"You mean these things are all bought by you this afternoon for me and the children?!"

"Yeah." He continued to take things out of the trunk.

She took his arm and asked with a serious face, "Fu Shiting! Are you still awake from the wine you drank last night?!"

He put his face in front of her.

Her face blushed and pushed his handsome face away: "What are you doing? My daughter is watching! Don't be a hooligan!"

"I'll let you smell if I smell alcohol." He said in a hoarse voice and looked at his daughter, "Rila, come here, Dad bought you a present!"

When Rila heard there was a gift, she jumped like a bunny and ran over.

Qin Anan felt that Fu Shiting was behaving abnormally, so he took him aside and chatted alone: ??"Is today a holiday? Or an anniversary? Why did you buy so many gifts for me and the children?"

As she spoke, she suddenly thought of what Li Xiaotian said to her today.

"Or...you did something wrong to me last night, so you bought a present to compensate me today?!"

Fu Shiting was shocked by her guess.

He suddenly bought so many things because he was stimulated by Yun Shijie. Yun Shijie asked him for a monthly living allowance of 100 million yuan, but he spent less than 100 million yuan a year for Qin An'an and the children!

Yun Shijie said that he can't spend so much money, and since that's the case, he will spend more money for Qin An'an and the children in the future!

Seeing that he was silent, Qin Anan began to feel uneasy.

She had already decided to trust him, but his current demeanor clearly concealed something from her.

"Who exactly did you drink with last night?" Qin Anan looked into his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Fu Shiting, I don't want to doubt you, and I don't want to quarrel with you in front of the children, but you have to give me a reasonable excuse. Explanation! Otherwise, how will I receive your gift?!"

Fu Shiting glanced at the child.

Rila stood in front of the trunk, staring sternly at them.

Rila was worried about her mother being bullied, so she kept watching, but if Fu Shiting dared to bully her mother, she would definitely be the first to rush over to teach him a lesson!

"Baby, I didn't quarrel with your mother." Fu Shiting gave his daughter a loving smile.

Rila frowned in disbelief.

"An'an, I did lie to you last night," Fu Shiting explained to Qin An'an, "but I didn't do anything to hurt you. I lied to you to go drinking with your friends, but it wasn't. Last night, I was alone. for drink."

Qin An'an was puzzled: "Why did you lie to me? Why did you drink alone? Then you said last night that you were very happy, which was also false. You were not happy at all last night."

"Well," he looked at her slightly wet apricot eyes, and took her into his arms, "I'm not happy because of us, but because of our wedding, but I don't have any family to invite, so I'm a little sad. ."

Qin Anan hugged his body tightly with both hands: "it's okay, we can invite more friends."

"Well, I'm fine." Fu Shiting adjusted his emotions and let go of her, "I bought gifts for you and the children, not only to make you happy, but also to give myself more motivation to make money."

"But you bought too much." Qin Anan took his big palm and walked towards her daughter, "If you buy so many things every time you come, my family won't be able to put them down." JrNovels.com