Sheng Bei saw that he was talking nonsense with his eyes open, but he couldn't refute it.

They have known each other for so many years, and Sheng Bei has never seen him wear a sweater!

However, the sweater Qin Anan knitted for him has a different meaning than the sweater he bought.

"Shi Ting, my aunt called me and said that your nephew was discharged from the hospital and wanted you to go back to the old house for dinner at night." Sheng Bei said.

Fu Shiting: "She can tell me directly."

Sheng Bei: "Did Auntie make you angry before? She was a little cautious when she talked to me. Shi Ting, you don't have to be angry with Auntie. In this world, only mothers love their children the most..."

Fu Shiting: "I beg you, stop talking."

Sheng Bei laughed: "Would you like to take Qin An'an back for dinner?"

Fu Shiting thought for a few seconds: "Didn't you say she is very busy knitting?"

"Yeah! There's still a week left. I don't know how she's knitting."

......

night.

Fu Shiting returned to the old house.

Mrs. Fu was very happy, while the other people's faces showed varying degrees of restraint.

Fu Shiting's eyes fell coldly on Qin Keke's face.

He never thought that there would be her at this family banquet.

"Shi Ting, she is Qin An'an's younger sister, Qin Keke... I didn't like her at first, but she was taking care of Yechen when she was injured..." Mrs. Fu saw The son was looking at Qin Keke, so he explained.

Qin Keke was frightened when he saw it, and summoned the courage to say hello to him: "Uncle, just call me Coco. I'm Qin An'an's sister. I thought you would bring your sister back today!"

Fu Shiting ignored her, and his eyes fell on Fu Yechen.

Fu Yechen's face was haggard and his expression was sluggish. The period of hospitalization was the most painful day in his life.

"Uncle, Qin An'an and I broke up half a year ago. After she found out that I was with Coco, she hated me. So she really wasn't arranged by me." Fu Yechen tried to explain.

Fu Shiting's thin lips opened lightly: "I see it." After a pause, he said, "I'm afraid you don't have the ability to control Qin Anan."

Qin An'an has a unique personality, and no one can restrain her.

"Uncle, you can call me whatever you want, as long as you can be happy." Fu Yechen said humbly.

Fu Shiting: "I'll be happy if you shut up."

Fu Yechen closed his mouth. Although his finger was surgically attached, he has not fully recovered.

He can only rely on Qin Keke to feed him now.

The atmosphere at this dinner was depressing.

Qin Ke could see that everyone didn't speak, so he wanted to liven up the atmosphere.

"Uncle, our family used to find a very accurate fortune-teller to tell Qin An'an's fortune," Qin Keke said eloquently, "the fortune-teller said that Qin An'ankefu... You fell on the mountain last time. , it's Qin An'anke's."

Fu Shiting raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes flashed with bone-crushing chills: "I'm also very accurate in fortune-telling, I'll give you a calculation now - you won't live long."

The spoon in Qin Keke's hand fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

When Mrs. Fu felt her son's anger, she immediately called the bodyguard: "Throw Qin Keke out!"

When Fu Yechen saw that Qin Keke was kicked out, he felt uncomfortable: "Grandma..."

"Shut up for me! Either you eat it yourself, or don't eat it! That Qin Keke, I have long disliked it! You found her, and sooner or later you will be dragged down by her!"

Fu Yechen stopped talking.

He tried hard, using his injured finger, to reach for the spoon.

Fu Shiting put down the tableware, took out a check from his pocket, and handed it to Fu Han: "Brother, this is the cost of taking care of your mother, you accept it."

Because Mrs. Fu and Fu Han lived together, Fu Shiting would give Fu Han such a fee from time to time.

Fu Han hesitated.

On the one hand, I want to accept it, and on the other hand, I feel that it is a shame to accept it.

Caring for a mother is an obligation as a child. JrNovels.com