The full-level flirt is wild and sassy

The harder she cried, the more Wen Jingchuan's heart ached, and the more she blamed herself.

"Niannian..."

"You let me go."

Wen Nian was crying until her head was in a daze, but she was still rational.

Wen Jingchuan was reluctant, but was pushed away by Wen Nian. She stood up and wiped away her tears, "Wen Jingchuan, goodbye."

"Nian Nian." My arms were empty, and my heart was also empty.

Wen Jingchuan stretched out his hand.

Wen Nian backed away.

"Don't cry." Seeing that her eyes were as red as a rabbit, Wen Jingchuan wanted to slap himself. This is the little girl he wanted to love at the top of his heart, but she made her cry so wronged.

"Wen Jingchuan, thank you for coming to see me off." Wen Nian stepped back step by step, her decision to leave was not wavered by Wen Jingchuan's appearance.

"You don't have to worry about me. I can do it alone. I grew up under the protection of the Wen family's wings. I am very happy. But I think I should be independent and strong."

Wen Jingchuan listened to her quietly.

He wanted to tell her that she didn't need to be independent and strong.

"I will study very hard, and I will impress everyone." Wen Nian stopped crying, she smiled firmly, "Wen Jingchuan, let me go."

"No!"

Suddenly, Wen Jingchuan was filled with fear.

He had an uneasy feeling.

He was afraid that after Wen Nian went abroad and met more outstanding peers, he would completely forget himself.

"Goodbye."

Wen Nian waved to Wen Jingchuan, then walked into the security check area without looking back.

Seeing the little girl gradually disappearing from sight, Wen Jingchuan was so sad that his whole body ached.

He lost his little girl.

……

Wen Nian's departure made both Ming Yao and Se Se a little sad.

But fortunately, after Wen Nian arrived at the school, he immediately reported the two of them to be safe.

……

Tomorrow is the new year.

Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

Father Shen hoped that Fu Xianbei and Ming Yao would return to Shen's house for the New Year.

Mr. Fu also hoped that they would return to the old house for the New Year.

After discussing with each other, the two decided to go to the old house tonight and go to Shen's house after lunch tomorrow.

old house.

As the hostess, He Manjun had arranged for servants to clean the old house inside and out, pasted couplets and hung red lanterns.

Although this year, the Fu family fell into an unprecedented trough, but there is still an atmosphere that should be there.

"You are back, go in quickly."

Knowing that the two of them were coming back, He Manjun made preparations early on, and even waited anxiously at the door.

Seeing that the car was coming late, she went to meet it.

The snow floated up again.

Fu Xianbei was afraid of catching cold tomorrow, so he wrapped her in a thick woolen coat, hat, scarf, gloves and snow boots and went into battle fully armed, just for the few steps.

Ming Yao, "..." was very depressed, but accepted it happily.

"It's warm in the room." Jun He Man said.

Fu Xianbei didn't give her a single glance.

She was not angry, and kept smiling gently, just like many ordinary mothers in the world welcome their son and daughter-in-law home for the New Year, happy.

Those, all the bad things that have happened, are left behind.

Just look at the moment.

Only for the future.

"Grandpa, we're back."

Ming Yao walked in and smiled sweetly at the old man.

The old man's health has been getting worse and worse recently. The doctor said that he was stimulated too much and consumed his little vitality.

Ming Yao felt a little distressed.

Aside from other things, the old man has indeed been sending off white-haired people to black-haired people.

Even in this situation, the old lady who was far away abroad continued to call back to provoke him and curse him cruelly.

They are obviously husband and wife, but they seem to have an unforgettable hatred.

Seeing Ming Yao and Fu Xianbei, the old man had a rare smile, "Come, come to Grandpa."

Ming Yao and Fu Xianbei walked over.

The old man glanced at Ming Yao's lower abdomen with burning eyes, "How many months?"

Everyone tacitly didn't tell the old man about the child's disappearance.

Even though I have prepared myself, my heart still hurts involuntarily when I face it.

"grandfather……"

"Almost five months." Ming Yao stopped Fu Xianbei who wanted to tell the truth to the master, and said, "It's just that I'm relatively thin, and I don't show my bosom very much."

The old man was very happy to hear that, but worried at the same time.

"It's been five months...Okay. You must eat well, your child. Grandpa can last until you give birth to the baby!"

"Grandpa, you will live a long life."

The old man smiled, "I know my body well."

For older people, a small cold can kill them.

What's more, it was a series of blows from white-haired people to black-haired people.

Ming Yao felt bitter in his heart. In fact, the old man was quite pitiful. He had devoted his entire life to the Fu family. In the end, his sons and grandsons left one by one...

"Grandpa, are you tired? Would you like me to help you back to your room to rest?"

Seeing that the old man was a little tired, Ming Yao asked.

"I'm a little tired."

Ming Yao smiled, and helped the old man back to the room.

In the living room, Fu Xianbei and He Manjun were left.

Fu Xianbei glanced at He Manjun, probably because he didn't want to make the New Year's Eve uncomfortable, so he also got up and prepared to go upstairs.

"Xianbei."

But was stopped by He Manjun.

Fu Xianbei stopped and looked at her calmly.

He Manjun was a little at a loss, she hesitated, and before Fu Xianbei got impatient, she finally opened her mouth, "What kind of food do you want to eat for Chinese New Year? You tell mom, and mom will make it for you."

Fu Xianbei looked at her for a long time, then chuckled lightly, turned around and went upstairs without looking back.

Leaving He Manjun sad and crying alone.

"Madam, take your time. Seventh Young Master, he will open his heart and forgive you sooner or later." The servant comforted.

He Manjun cried and shook his head, "There won't be such a day, I just hope that he and Mingyao can get well, and don't be like me and his father."

"The Seventh Young Master and the Young Madam have a really good relationship, you can rest assured."

He Manjun nodded and went to the kitchen.

Not long after Fu Xianbei returned to his room, Ming Yao came back.

"How is grandpa?" He was also worried about grandpa.

Ming Yao's complexion was not very good, "Grandpa is getting old, so don't tell him if you can keep him from knowing some things."

Fu Xianbei held her in his arms, "But grandpa will know sooner or later."

"It's a day if you can hide it for a day."

Fu Xianbei thought for a while, then nodded, "Okay, I'll follow your orders."

Ming Yao snuggled into his arms, "I know you're not happy here, hold on, we'll go to Dad's house after lunch tomorrow."

The atmosphere here is inexplicably depressing.

Let alone Fu Xianbei, even Ming Yao felt very uncomfortable.

Especially... to face He Manjun.

I really don't know what kind of attitude I should use to face her, after all... so many unhappy things have happened.