What kind of father is Yun Shijie? Who are you? !

Really treat yourself as something!

After Qin Anan left, Yun Shijie frowned and took a sip of wine.

Did he want too much?

2.4 billion a year, obviously not much! That's just a fraction of Fu Shiting's annual income!

After coming out of the restaurant, Qin Anan felt even more blocked.

The matter has been completely unfolded in front of her, she can't satisfy Yun Shijie's appetite, then Yun Shijie will definitely go to Fu Shiting next.

This old bastard, let him touch the hard rock Fu Shiting!

It's just that Fu Shiting will definitely be very distressed!

On the way back to the car, she put on a Bluetooth headset and planned to call Fu Shiting to hear his voice.

Turning on the phone, she saw the information sent by Mrs. Zhang.

��Osamu and Rila had a fight. quite serious. Come back when you're done.

After reading the message, her head was dizzy!

She put down her phone, took off her earphones, and rushed back quickly.

Star River Villa, living room.

Rila squatted on the floor holding the storage box, sullen, and silently wiped her tears.

Aunt Zhang persuaded Xiao Han outside the children's room on the second floor, but there was no response at all.

Fortunately, Ziqiu is more obedient at the moment, neither crying nor coaxing, eating snacks and playing with toys in the crib alone.

Not long after, Qin Anan came back.

She didn't have time to change her shoes, and strode into the living room. Seeing her daughter's dejected appearance, she immediately picked her up.

"Baby, what's the matter? Why did you quarrel with your brother?" When she was talking, she saw the copybook in the storage box, "Is it because of the copybook?"

"My brother didn't like the gift from Dad, and even kicked the box with his foot. I said he was wrong, so he yelled at me to go out." Rila lowered her eyes, tears hanging from her long eyelashes.

Listening to her daughter's aggrieved voice, Qin Anan's son's anger already appeared in his mind.

"Mom understands. Mom is going to look for brother now. You stay here, don't cry. If you're hungry, go eat first. Mom will come to you soon." Qin Anan put her daughter down and strode towards the stairs go.

"Mom, brother locked the door." Rila reminded.

"Well, nothing. I'll let him open the door."

Aunt Zhang heard the voice upstairs, and immediately reminded Xiaohan in the door: "Xiaohan, your mother is back."

After Mrs. Zhang said this, the door creaked and opened.

Qin Anan walked upstairs, and Sister Zhang walked up to her and whispered, "I'm going downstairs first, please persuade Xiaohan."

After Mrs. Zhang left, Qin Anan strode into the children's room.

Xiaohan sat in front of the desk, his chin stretched, his two thin lips pursed.

"Qin Zihan, you are no longer a three-year-old child. Mom can't keep you happy by coaxing a three-year-old child forever." Qin Anan was in a bad mood, so his patience with the child declined, "You don't like your father's gift Your gift, but you don't need to make such a big fire because of this small matter."

Xiao Han was startled.

He didn't expect his mother to be so strict.

It was as if his mother chose to stand on Fu Shiting's side between him and Fu Shiting.

He can't accept it!

He carried his schoolbag and strode out!

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