Limited Time Contract: A Beautiful Wife Is Hard to Train

Shen Simu looked at her with a smile, and then Li Yan said: "These things were exposed overnight, and there must be a behind-the-scenes pusher, Simu, you should understand his intentions."

"Take my sister to the room." Shen Simu said.

Yi Mu took a sandwich and stuffed it in Moore's hand, and dragged her into the room. The living room immediately fell silent, and there was no sound for a long time.

Li Yan sighed, "He is worried about Moore, but you don't let him see him. He is also Moore's father after all, so won't he be worried?"

"One matter is another matter. You hate what he did back then. You are not wrong, but Fu Yihang can't even see his children, because he cares about you, so he dare not make a phone call."

Li Yan was helpless, "Simu, you are a little too much. In all fairness, you know better than me how Fu Yihang treats you. As a bystander, I also believe that he has affection for you."

She held Shen Simu's hand with a serious look, "Yimu and Moore are very good-behaved. They have never mentioned Dad's matter in front of you since they were sensible. It's not that they don't want to ask, or they don't dare."

"But what happened back then is still brooding on my heart." Shen Simu shook her head, "I can't get over the hurdle in my heart."

"You blame Fu Yihang for participating in the Shen family's affairs back then, but have you thought about it carefully? The Shen family has begun to decline. Uncle trusts others, and sooner or later he will come to this point."

Li Yan frowned and continued: "Don't you know Uncle's character? He invests everywhere like a madman. How long can the Shen family last?"

"Are you trying to persuade me to let go of my prejudice against him?" Shen Simu asked calmly.

"I just advise you to let go of your obsession. Life is your own, and how you choose is up to you. But you have to know that Fu Yihang accelerated the speed of the Shen family's bankruptcy, and that's all."

After finishing speaking, Li Yan took the bag and got up, "Think about it carefully, I'm leaving first."

The door opened and closed, only Shen Simu was sitting in the living room maintaining the previous posture.

She buried her face in her legs, her head hurting.

Moore and Yi Mu had asked who their father was before, but they never asked again. She didn't want the child to have anything to do with the Fu family, but she forgot to take the child's thoughts into consideration.

After thinking for a while, Shen Simu dialed Fu Yihang's phone, and the other end only rang once before being picked up, with a trace of hesitation and temptation, "Simu?"

"Well, it's me." Shen Simu took a deep breath, "Are you free? Let's have lunch together."

Fu Yihang shook his hand, and poured half a cup of coffee on the contract, "Okay, where are you, I'll pick you up."

"Just at home, I won't disturb your work, see you at noon."

Fu Yihang's joy and uneasiness were intertwined, and his attitude of contemplation was obvious. He suddenly asked him to meet today, which caught him off guard, but he couldn't help looking forward to it.

At eleven o'clock, Fu Yihang knocked on the door firmly.

Shen Simu glanced at the stuff in his hand, raised her eyebrows, and said nothing.

"These are gifts for Moore and Yi Mu." Fu Yihang put down the things, and handed a jewelry box in front of Shen Simu, lowering his eyes and not daring to look at her, "Give it to you."

"En." Shen Simu reached out to take it, opened it for a look, then turned around and said, "Come out!"

Moore ran out first, hugged Fu Yihang's leg at once, and said with a smile: "Let me just say that you and your brother look very similar. I'm so smart, Daddy, look at my paintings!"

Yi Mu followed behind, and reluctantly called out, "Daddy."

Surprise suddenly hit him, making him a little at a loss, did he hear it wrong, or did God pity him?

While he was in a daze, Shen Simu had already put on the necklace, rolled up his sleeves and said, "You can eat later."

"I'll help you." Fu Yihang, who was belatedly aware of it, immediately followed. Moore hugged his leg and refused to let go, pouted and moaned non-stop.

"Look at the pictures I drew!"

"Okay, okay." Fu Yihang was so soft-hearted, he walked into the room with Moore in his arms, and Yimu followed slowly, staring at Fu Yihang all the time.

Seeing that he looks so much like me, let's believe his identity for now.

The food in the kitchen was fragrant, Shen Simu couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth when he heard the laughter coming from the bedroom, maybe there's nothing wrong with accepting it.

"time to eat!"

The elder and the younger immediately came out of the room to help with the bowls and chopsticks. Fu Yihang looked at the position next to Shen Simu and sat down hesitantly. Seeing that Shen Simu did not make a sound, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

A meal is very comfortable to eat.

After the meal, Shen Simu and Fu Yihang stayed in the kitchen to wash the dishes, and at this moment he said something that had been brewing for a long time, "I said before that we divorced..."

Fu Yihang's heart tightened, and the speed of washing dishes slowed down.

"Just pretend I didn't say it." Shen Simu said: "I read the CD, I'm sorry, I blamed you all, if uncles and aunts want to see the children in the future, they can take them over at any time."

She wiped off the water stains on her hands, and said: "But they are absolutely not allowed to ignore Moore, children are sensitive and fragile, and will have a psychological impact on her."

"Simu, you... Is what you said true?" Fu Yihang seemed to be stepping on cotton, feeling that everything in front of him was so unreal, and suddenly found that Shen Simu had put on a ring on his ring finger again.

His eyes were slightly red, "I will replenish you with a wedding."

"No need." Shen Simu arranged the cleaned dishes, took a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator and walked out of the kitchen.

Fu Yihang was not the only one who was surprised, Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu were also stunned when they knew what she meant, but fortunately, they were naturally happy to see their grandchildren, so they didn't ask any more questions.

In the old house of the Fu family, Mr. Fu held Moore and looked at the chessboard seriously, while Yi Mu, who was opposite him, calmly dropped a piece, and crushed another one to death.

He urged, "It's your turn again, Grandpa."

Mother Fu put the fruit on the side, stared at the chessboard and smiled, "You are old, you can't even compare to your grandson."

Mr. Fu had black lines all over his head, "Watching chess without saying a word, do you understand?"

"Okay, you go, I'll go and see if the sweet soup is ready." Mother Fu walked into the kitchen with a smile, and met Shen Simu's eyes, her smile unabated.

Shen Simu got up and followed, "Why don't you ask Auntie to help?"

"Today I'll let you have a taste of my handicraft." Fu's mother sighed with emotion, "Yihang loved to drink my sweet soup back then, that's all right, you go out quickly, I'll do it by myself."

Fu's mother drove Shen Simu out with a firm attitude. Although the relationship between the three of them was still awkward and stiff, they were all obsessed with the present tacitly, and no one said anything to break it.

On the sofa, Fu Yihang sent the photos to Xu Ruize's mobile phone: My daughter, my son, my wife, remember to make up the birth gift, the first birthday gift, and the gift of recognizing godfather.