"You're right. But the madam has the madam's consideration. Shi Ting is too good. Since kindergarten, he has been smarter and more sensible than other children. He is the pride of the madam. Fu Jingxiao is also very proud of it. The atmosphere at home is also very good. It's much better than before. After Fu Jingxiao's death, Shi Ting is also grown up. Can Shi Ting accept his real life experience? Certainly not. This kind of peace that has come so hard, Madam is afraid of being broken." Aunt Hong explained, "I understand. her mood."

Qin Anan also understood.

Just like she knew that it would be very cruel to separate Fu Shiting and the child from country Y, but she had to separate them.

What qualifications does she have to say that Mrs. Fu is cold-blooded and ruthless?

In the evening, Mrs. Zhang came back with three children.

Xiaohan and Rila brought Qin Anan a lot of delicious snacks and specialties.

"Ziyi brought these specialties from his hometown." Mrs. Zhang said, "Ziyi made today's lunch and dinner. Seriously, Ziyi's cooking skills are really good. Pretty pretty."

"He's really good at cooking. Where's Mike?"

"Mike helped him today. We went over in the morning, and Ziyi entertained us. Mike was sleeping. As a result, Ziqiu fell and cried loudly, waking him up." Sister Zhang laughed, "You guys have you eaten?"

"I ate." Qin Anan glanced at the stairs, "He is still sleeping."

"Why are you still sleeping now? Do you want to wake him up? If you continue to sleep, you won't be able to fall asleep later at night." Sister Zhang reminded.

"I'll go up and have a look." Qin Anan went up to take a look before dinner. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, he didn't wake him up.

But it was getting dark now, and he couldn't let him sleep any more.

She pushed open the bedroom door.

On the bed, Fu Shiting heard a slight noise and opened his eyes.

He slept well, and now a little sound can be heard very clearly.

She saw that he was awake, so she turned on the headlights in the room.

He looked out the window.

Outside the window, the twilight was getting darker, and his eyes suddenly dimmed.

He slept for so long.

"What are you thinking?" She stood in front of him and looked at him, "You've slept for so long, should you be hungry now?"

He felt it carefully and took a breath: "My head hurts a little."

"Wound pain or pain from sleeping for a long time?"

"All." He lifted the quilt, "It's a little hot."

"The child has returned. You go to dinner! I have eaten."

"Not very hungry." He looked at her and continued the topic before going to bed, "Didn't you tell me to answer your question when I woke up?"

"Are you sure you're awake now? Don't you mean headache? When you don't have a headache..."

"I'm awake, and my head doesn't hurt anymore." He held her hand and said word by word, "I never liked Jin Rong'er from beginning to end, nor did I ever have feelings for her. So I have compassion for that child, not only because Jin Rong Er told me that the child looks like Rila, but also because I have more compassion after becoming a 'father'."

His thoughts were clear and his expressions powerful, and she believed what he said came from the bottom of his heart.

"I realize now that I have pity for that child and it hurt you and our three children so much. So I won't face it directly. It's up to you to decide what to do for me. I trust you I'll handle it rationally," he added.

He's putting a high hat on her.

How could she possibly handle this rationally? JrNovels.com