One Thought Addiction: Fu Shao's Heart-to-heart Doting on His Wife

After hearing what Little Pudding said, Fu Nianchen stamped his feet, and then said angrily, "Tsk, why are you still called Daddy-Long-Legs?"

Little Pudding turned her head and looked at Jian Changqing, who was waiting for her mother's answer.

Jian Changqing looked at the longing in Little Pudding's eyes, she couldn't express the refusal, so she could only smile gently and nodded slightly.

"Hahaha! Dad! Little Pudding has a father too! Little Pudding's father is taller than all the other children's fathers! Little Pudding is the tallest. I can see everything when I sit on my father's shoulder!" Little Pudding shouted excitedly. Shouting, dancing, joy.

Fu Nianchen glanced at Jian Changqing, his eyes were full of gratitude, and even tears filled his eyes.

He nodded at Jian Changqing, then walked around the villa several times with the little man on his shoulders, and shouted: "Hahaha! Daughter! I knew I was a father a long time ago! I finally let me My daughter knows that I am her father!"

For a moment, the villas on several floors were filled with such shouts, and what was left was the joy of the three of them.

Even the housekeeper and the nanny listened quietly, the corners of their mouths raised quietly.These old people who have worked in the house for half their life, watching Fu Shao from a teenager to the present, is like watching their own children grow up, get married, and have children.Now, even they feel happy.

"Dingling~" Fu Nianchen's pocket rang in a hurry, he stopped, put the little pudding on his shoulder on the sofa, and then answered the phone.

"What's wrong?" Fu Nianchen frowned, no one dared to disturb his and his daughter's happy life like this, except the secretary who had to report important events.

He didn't know what Fu Nianchen heard, he raised his eyebrows, and he didn't even have the impatience that he always heard about business affairs at home.

"Oh? So..." At this point, Fu Nianchen looked up at Jian Changqing thoughtfully, then lowered his eyes again, "Let the company's navy keep an eye on it and follow the rhythm. Don't let the direction of public opinion deviate."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Nianchen hung up the phone, and then said seriously to Jian Changqing: "Look on Weibo, things seem to have turned around."

It is false to say that you don't care, and it is impossible to say that you have nothing to do with yourself.Almost as soon as Fu Nianchen finished speaking, Jian Changqing took out her hand, clicked on Weibo, and pressed refresh.

Sure enough, the top topic on Weibo's hot search was no longer the topic of crusade against her, but a different one.

#Jian Changqing's real face#
#This is the truth#
Jian Changqing clicked on the keyword that ranked first on the search list, and what popped up was the user's name or the original string of gibberish characters on Weibo.It was a picture, Jian Changqing clicked on it, and what popped up were donation slips with her name on them!
However, Jian Changqing didn't even take photos of these donation slips. Every time she finished donating, she didn't keep them properly, but just randomly stuffed them into a drawer.

Jian Changqing magnified the pictures a bit, and found that these pictures were not from herself, but from another recipient.And these recipients have already masked their names.

Jian Changqing looked at the subsidy forms clarified for her on the mobile phone, her eyes were sore as if smoked, and tears fell drop by drop.Falling on her screen, falling on her own name...