Fu Yicheng patted his trouser legs and got up: "Regardless of whether this matter has anything to do with you, I hope you two will not cover it up."

Fu Yicheng saw that the expressions of the two did not seem to be lying, so he softened his tone.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fu, if there is a little girl's whereabouts, I will definitely tell you." Father Wan's face was ashen, wouldn't it be uncomfortable for him to say such things with his own hands?

Fu Yicheng nodded: "Mr. Wan still wants to get Sister Hua back?"

Sister Hua resigned because she was disappointed with the Wan family, and Wan's father should have no chance.

"Sister Hua is a rare talent. If I hadn't made a mistake in my decision, I wouldn't be in this situation." Father Wan regretted it.

Sister Hua is now Wen Qian's manager, and Fu Yicheng privately didn't want her to go back, so he didn't answer: "Then I'll just wait for good news from Mr. Wan."

Wen Qian was very bored during her confinement period, and finally got out of confinement, Fu Yicheng suggested to take her to Jiangnan to play.

Jiangnan is Ning Wenru's hometown.

"Did you choose this place because you wanted Aunt Ning to visit Jiangnan?" Wen Qian suspected that Fu Yicheng did it on purpose.

Fu Yicheng really didn't think about it: "I just think the climate in the south is good, you are weak now, you can cultivate while playing."

Wen Qian laughed: "You're already thinking about retirement, what will you do when you really get old?"

"Isn't there still you?" Fu Yicheng blurted out, without any consideration, Wen Qian was stunned for a moment, feeling full in her heart.

Shen Qing has been keen on making children's clothes recently, and going to Jiangnan just happened to find inspiration for creation, not to mention that it would be easier for the child to have one more person to take care of everyone.

Ning Wenru's reason for going with her was more open and aboveboard. She hadn't been home for a long time, and she missed the scenery and people in the south of the Yangtze River.

So there was only Wen Qian, Fu Yicheng and Fu Rongmo's trip turned into a group of six.

Fu Jinan directly sent a private jet from the capital, so that he didn't have to be crowded with others, and it was much more convenient for the family to talk.

The moment she got off the plane, Wen Qian wanted to take off all her clothes. It was snowing in City J, but it was so hot here that the trees were all green.

The Lantern Festival has just passed, and there is still a remnant of the New Year on the street. The lanterns under the street lights on both sides of the street have not been removed. They are bright red and look gratifying.

Fu Yicheng had already arranged a place to live, and with his and Fu Jinan's financial resources, naturally they would not stay in a hotel, and directly bought an old house in a small town with pleasant feng shui.

Ning Wenru originally wanted to go back to live in her own home, but thought that the older generation in the family had passed away, and the younger generation had their own families, so the old house had long been vacant.

Fu Yicheng took Wen Qian for a walk by the river, and had been around the children for more than a month, and they didn't have time to talk to each other.

"The air in the south is so good, I don't even want to go back." Wen Qian took a deep breath of air as she spoke.

Fu Yicheng came here on a business trip and liked the southern climate very much, but he felt that J City was better, the southerners wanted to see the snow so much but had no chance.

"Why don't I take you here for a few days every year?"

Wen Qian's eyes lit up: "You must keep your word."

Fu Yicheng held Wen Qian's hand tightly: "When will my words not count?"

"You come to Jiangnan with me, what about the company's affairs?"

Seeing how Fu Yicheng was so busy every day that his feet didn't touch the ground, how could he go out to play with her for so long?
"Don't worry, I've taken care of everything." The secretary's bitter melon-like expression appeared in Fu Yicheng's mind, which was quite funny.

With a boss like him who likes to be a shopkeeper, the secretaries expressed that they were very tired and wanted to persuade the president's wife, but found that they couldn't even see Wen Qian's face.

Wen Qian thought he was laughing at herself, and let go of Fu Yicheng's hand to hold her cheek: "What's on my face?"

After giving birth, Wen Qian was always worried about her sagging skin, and she was much more refined about the steps of skin care, fearing that Fu Yicheng would dislike her for being old.

Fu Yicheng didn't say anything, but he discovered it a long time ago: "Don't worry, you will always be so beautiful in my heart."

Wen Qian was coaxed into joy: "How can anyone maintain their appearance all the time?"

"Isn't there Dr. Tong?" Because Dr. Tong and Wen Qian, who I met last time when my hand was injured, had a strange affinity with Wen Qian, and the medicines given to Wen Qian were not hard to find in the market.

In addition to satisfying his desire to listen to his dubbing, Wen Qian would send some valuables over from time to time, not wanting to owe Doctor Tong any favors.

"He's just a strange old man with voice control."

Wen Qian has never seen a doctor who is as out of tune as Dr. Tong.

But she really likes Dr. Tong's hands.

As they walked, Wen Qian saw a couple who were biting their ears walking in front of them. Wen Qian immediately turned her head away, and suddenly remembered that she was already a mother of a child, so why should she be shy?Turned his head back again.

The love of the young couple reminded Wen Qian of the fact that Fu Yicheng had made a big detour in order to marry her.

"When you came to marry me, how did you recognize me?" At that time, her life was in a mess. If Fu Yicheng hadn't appeared, she might still be under Wen Linshu's control.

"I recognized it at a glance." At that time, it should be when Wen Qian and Shen Qing first arrived in J City. He was not sure at that time, but he asked his subordinates to investigate and he was sure.

"Pity my sister. I still think you like her, but I snatched you away by means."

Mei Nian went to participate in a program and heard Wen Xinyu say the same thing. At that time, she wanted to reason, but Sister Hua poured a glass of red wine on Wen Xinyu without saying a word, and warned her that she would not be polite if she continued to slander .

When Wen Qian heard Mei Nian's report, she couldn't straighten up laughing.

Fu Yicheng suddenly bent down, breathed into Wen Qian's ear, and changed the topic: "Isn't it?"

Wen Qian's goosebumps fell all over the ground, and she wanted to stay away from Fu Yicheng, but Fu Yicheng held her waist tightly, and Wen Qian's shyness became more obvious when she hid.

"Obviously you are the one who resorted to tricks."

Wen Qian lowered her voice, showing a sullen expression on her face.

"But which one who knows the relationship between the two of us would think so?" Fu Yicheng raised the corners of his lips in a good mood, enjoying Wen Qian's angry but daring expression.

Wen Qian knew how those people outside spread the word, but she didn't expect that even Fu Yicheng would say that. She was joking, but now she is really angry.

Fu Yicheng saw that the momentum was wrong: "But they don't know, I am willing to be tricked by you." She was afraid that Wen Qian would ignore him.

It's just the crazy words Wen Xinyu said at the banquet, how could I take it to heart.

"Really?"

Fu Yicheng talked one after another, and Wen Qian didn't know which one to believe.

Fu Yicheng stretched out his fingers and swore: "Really, Wen Xinyu only chews his tongue when he has nothing to do." When he returns, he will have a good chat with Wen Linshu.

The playful scene between Wen Qian and Fu Yicheng was drawn by an idle painter by the river.

Wen Qian found out on the return trip, and the painter had been peeping at them.

She took Fu Yicheng's hand and walked over: "Are you painting us?"

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