Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

In desperation, he could only ask Wen Qian for help. Hearing that Wen Qian had already gone to the capital, she took Yang Lin with her and flew over.

Pay home.

Because the food was so good yesterday, Wen Qian got up early in the morning, and went for a morning jog with Fu Yicheng. The morning jogging trails in the capital are quite scenic.

I don't know what happened to Fu Yicheng today, he always ran two steps ahead of Wen Qian, keeping a distance where Wen Qian could see him but couldn't speak.

After running around, Wen Qian couldn't run anymore, so she sat down and pressed the right side of her lower abdomen, her sore lips turned white.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yicheng couldn't bear it after all, so he ran back and squatted down.

Wen Qian ignored him, didn't she want to talk to her on purpose?Now running back to care about what she does.

Both of them were a little awkward, Wen Qian chased Fu Yicheng all morning, but she didn't want to chase anymore, so she turned around and went back to attend Sheng Xiang's funeral.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he was hugged by Fu Yicheng.

"Don't be brave."

Wen Qian struggled to get down: "Fu Yicheng, let me down."

Every time she was serious, she would call Fu Yicheng by his full name.

After letting her hang out all morning, it's too easy to think about letting her calm down with just a hug now.

However, Fu Yicheng acted as if he didn't hear it, and his hands became tighter. She went to have dinner with Sheng Jing last night, so couldn't he vent his emotions?

The elders and aunts who were jogging in the park all looked sideways. Wen Qian didn't want outsiders to see the joke, so she simply buried her head in Fu Yicheng's arms, thinking that she would settle accounts with him only when she got home.

Fu Yicheng directly put Wen Qian on the bed, and forced her to lie down: "Why are you running so far with me when you are so weak?"

"Who said I ran with you? Can't I run by myself?"

But they really know each other too well, and they can tell at a glance whether they are blunt or sincere.

"Have a good rest, I'll make breakfast."

Wen Qian raised her head in doubt, Fu Yicheng can make breakfast?

But before she could ask, Fu Yicheng rushed to the kitchen.

Wen Qian glanced at the time and got up to choose clothes. In fact, she had slowed down a long time ago, but she just couldn't break away from Fu Yicheng's embrace. If she didn't prepare for a while, it would be too late.

Half an hour later, with the help of the cook, Fu Yicheng prepared three dishes and one soup, and added medicine to moisten his throat.

Before he went up to call Wen Qian, he came down, wearing a small black suit, which made his complexion fairer.

"Where are you going?"

"You don't know that today is Sheng Xiang's funeral." Wen Qian asked back.

Fu Yicheng's eyes froze, he really didn't know, it turned out that Sheng Jing asked Wenqian out yesterday to talk about this.

"Wait, I'll go with you."

"No need." Wen Qian refused with a cold face: "The Sheng family doesn't welcome you except Shengjing, I'll just go by myself." If Fu Yicheng goes, maybe the media will write some nonsense, but if you don't go Not too good either.

So it is best to be represented by her.

Fu Yicheng knew that Wen Qian was still angry because he was running just now before he could wait for him to get angry, so he presented the sandwich he made to Wen Qian like a treasure: "Try it?"

Wen Qian wanted to push it away, but at this moment, her stomach let out a very embarrassing growl: "Goo!"

Forcibly stuffing Wen Qian's refusal into her throat: "Are you sure you did it?" Fu Yicheng, who is not in the mood for the sun, made such a good thing?

Fu Yicheng nodded affirmatively. Although there was a cook on the side to guide him, he did make this sandwich himself.

Wen Qian took a bite out of anxiety.

It's not bad: "Eat the rest yourself, I'm in a hurry." Seeing the face of this sandwich, Fu Yicheng ran and didn't wait for her, so she didn't care.

The old house of the Sheng family is a bit far from the center of the capital, but it is the favorite geomantic treasure of the older generation, and the old house of the Chu family is also in this area.

Because of Sheng Xiang's funeral, luxury cars were parked in front of the Sheng family's old house today, and those who came to express their condolences agreed to black.

It was Sheng Jing who stood at the door to greet him, and he was the only one left in this generation.

It looked a little bleak.

Zhao Daixin stopped the car a little far away, because there was really no place to put it in front.

Holding a black umbrella to shield Wen Qian from the sun.

"Sister Wen, even if we come to the funeral, the media probably won't let Master Fu go, so why ask for trouble?"

Wen Qian stopped in her tracks, and glanced at Zhao Daixin with a half-smile: "I'm not all here for Yicheng, Shengjing is my friend, I don't want to hear you say such things again in the future."

Zhao Daixin immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I know."

Sheng Jing Yingbin's face was almost stiff and numb, until seeing Wen Qian, his eyes glowed a little bit of color: "You are here."

Wen Qian sent a black box. This is a tradition here. Gifts can be given for funerals, but they must be packaged in black. As for whether the things are expensive, only the gift giver and the recipient know.

"Condolences."

Sheng Jing nodded: "You go to the back hall to sit for a while, and I will call you out when everyone is here."

Because I don't know how many people are behind, if Wen Qian is kept standing in front, I worry that her health will not be able to bear it, after all, the sun is very strong.

"Thank you." Wen Qian was not polite, and took Zhao Daixin to the back hall.

Only now did Zhao Daixin understand why Wen Qian warned her so much just now: "Mr. Sheng is so kind to you."

But Wen Qian reprimanded her again: "Don't talk nonsense, walls have ears."

Chu Yao and his wife followed closely behind and presented a half-person-high black box. In terms of specifications, they had already won.

"Thank you, Mr. Chu."

"My condolences." With so many people present, Chu Yao would not be able to distinguish the occasion and talk about business.

The Chu family sent two brothers, but Chu Feng didn't come because he was on official business and he also wanted to avoid the limelight.

Fu Jinan didn't come either, which meant that Wen Qian represented the entire Fu family.

Funerals can bring together people who usually make appointments for ten days and a half months to see each other, and instead become the center of the topic.

"What do you mean by the Fu family? Just send a woman over?"

The old directors are all men, so the cognition of women is still in the old era, subconsciously they look down on women.

"That's right, and I haven't seen anyone yet, so maybe I'm ashamed and hid?"

Chu Yao didn't know when he walked behind the two people who were discussing in full swing, and suddenly said, "That woman won't hide."

He saw Shengjing's confidant took her to the back hall, so it was Shengjing's idea, and he couldn't see that Wen Qian had such a good relationship with Shengjing.

The two directors who were gossiping were startled, and they quickly ended the topic: "Mr. Chu, Mrs. Chu."

Mrs. Chu is not very interested, she hates this kind of people who chew other people's tongues behind their backs the most.

"keep going."

"Don't dare, Mr. Chu will just treat us as nonsense, excuse me." The two of them dared not speak any more, their feet slipped.