It's not too late to love: Young Master Fu spoils his wife with strength

Fu Chengxun's eyes still fell on Xinyu, but he hummed lightly at Simi.

Xinyu smiled and hugged his notebook tightly: "Go and pay the bill, I hope your wife can forgive you."

Her words changed his expression slightly.

Before leaving with Simi, Fu Chengxun asked: "Do you think she will forgive me one day?"

Xinyu looked blankly, thought for a while, and said, "I'm not your wife, so I don't know what your wife is thinking."

……

Fu Chengxun left, and Xinyu returned to sit with Qingyi at the round table.

She was smiling and seemed to be very happy.

"The customer promised me that he would introduce us a lot of customers, and our future business should be much better."

Qingyi raised her head and looked at Xinyu with her chin propped on one hand: "Ah Yu is happy?"

"It seems so."

"like?"

"It's just that I haven't talked to anyone besides me for a long time, so I'm a little surprised."

"What's the surprise?"

"It's surprising that besides us, Qingyi, I can also chat with someone for such a short time."

Qingyi suddenly didn't know what to say.

Yesterday, because of that uncle's sudden approach, her mother felt uncomfortable, afraid, and terrified.

But today, because this uncle helped her, she can talk and chat with this uncle with a smile.

Her mother seemed to be really different from other people.

In my mother's cognition, those people she can't remember seem to be re-acquainted.

Suddenly, Qingyi felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. She didn't know what it was, but she just felt uncomfortable.

What if my mother has been in this situation in the future and has not been able to get better?
……

When returning home at night, Qingyi received a phone call.

When the phone rang, she was holding Xinyu's notebook, staring at the words Fu Chengxun in the notebook in a daze.

Xinyu is continuing to study navigation, which is something she often likes to do.

Qingyi looked away from the notebook and picked up her own small phone.

Seeing the call log above, she paused.

Then he picked up the phone and said politely, "Good man uncle."

There was silence on the phone for a while, and then came a low voice: "Qingyi, have you had dinner yet?"

Qing nodded: "Have eaten, how about you, Uncle?"

"I just ate at the hotel."

"Hotel? Isn't uncle at home?"

The person at the other end hummed: "I'm in the United States, and I'll see you when I finish my work."

Qingyi's eyes lit up all of a sudden: "Is uncle really coming to see us?"

The person at the other end laughed softly: "I haven't seen you for a while after thinking about it."

Qing Yi pouted, with a hint of complaint in it: "Who says no, we haven't seen uncle for more than a month."

"Don't feel wronged, I'll be here in a few days, and there is still the last bit of tail left in the matter at hand."

"Well, that uncle wants to keep his word."

"it is good."

Qingyi didn't speak, the person at the other end was silent for a second, and asked, "How is your mother?"

"It's pretty good, but her condition still hasn't improved, and it's still the same as before."

A heavy sigh came from the phone: "Can she still not remember people?"

"Well, she can't remember anyone except me, including the psychiatrist."

The other end was silent for a long time: "When I come to see you, I'll change her to a psychiatrist."

Qingyi thought for a while: "Well, that's good too. Change a few more psychiatrists and see if there will be any changes."

"Where's your mom?"

"She's studying navigation, and I'm going to take classes in a while, and she wants to try to go to the store by herself."

"so?"

"Ah."

"That's good, let's do it first, I hung up the phone, take care of your mother."

"I know, uncle."

……

After hanging up the phone, Qing Yi picked up the phone, the words on the notebook came into her eyes, and she remembered it.

Just now she forgot the most important thing. Before, she wanted to tell the good uncle about the uncle she met these days, but she suddenly forgot.

When Qingyi was debating whether to call back, Xinyu, who had been sitting on the side and had not spoken, suddenly asked her: "Qingyi, I understand."

"understood?"

Sunny raised her head.

Xinyu smiled happily: "Well, I understand everything. After you start school, I will go to the store alone."

Qingyi didn't say much: "At that time, I will help my mother write down some things that need attention in my notebook. If my mother can't remember, she can look at her own notebook."

Xin Yu hummed, and it could be seen that she was really happy for this small change.

Qingyi thought again, what was her mother like before.

……

A few days passed, and every day Fu Chengxun would go to Xinyu's shop to buy a bouquet of flowers.

Every day is the bouquet of hibiscus flowers.

He still talks to Xinyu, but he can't remember that Xinyu treats him as an ordinary guest every day, introduces Mu Jinhua to him, and listens to his stories about his wife and them.

On this day, Fu Chengxun came to the flower shop as usual, but unexpectedly did not see Xinyu, only Qingyi and Simi were in the shop.

Seeing him appear, Simi first smiled politely, and then called Qingyi who had his back to the door: "Qingyi, that gentleman is here again."

As soon as Qing turned around, she saw Fu Chengxun standing at the door.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Qingyi walked up to Fu Chengxun with small steps: "Uncle."

Fu Chengxun held two bags in his hand, seeing that they were the only ones there, his black eyes sank: "Isn't Xinyu here?"

"Uncle is here to find mother again?"

Fu Chengxun originally wanted to say that he was here to buy flowers, but when the words came to his lips, it became: "Yes."

This girl is very smart, he doesn't need to hide anything from her.

There was a smile on Qingxiao's face: "Uncle is very sincere to me, but it's a pity, but you have been lying to my mother."

cheat?
"I never lied to her."

"Come here every day, and tell my mother a story every day that I don't know whether it's true or not. Doesn't it mean that such an uncle has ulterior motives?"

Fu Chengxun looked at the child in front of him, and suddenly felt that he shouldn't treat her as a child.

"Qingyi, right? I think I need to talk to you."

Qingyi did not refuse: "Okay, I just want to know what uncle is going to do when he gets so close to my mother."

At the round table inside the flower shop, Qingyi sat opposite Fu Chengxun.

"Uncle, tell me, why do you want to approach my mother, or what is your purpose?"

purpose?

Fu Chengxun pulled the corners of his lips, his voice was a little heavy.