step by step addiction

Fu Tingyang paused, with a smile on his face, "Very good, there will definitely be many people buying it."

Helan laughed, "Not necessarily, and I don't know if anyone will like it. I have never done business before, and I have to prepare a lot of things. Yunsu helped me choose a place. It is on Yunmeng Street. It is said that there are many places there." Selling handicrafts..."

Fu Tingyang listened to his mother talking non-stop on the phone. He could tell that her mother was very happy. It was a completely different kind of happiness from before, as if she had found her life goal.

After hanging up the phone with his mother, he sent another message to Ji Yunsu.

"Thank you. My mother has become a lot more cheerful after getting to know you, and she has tried many new things. Thank you very much."

Fu Tingyang edited word by word, with Ji Yunsu's smile in his mind. That smile seemed to be contagious to everyone around her, and now, it was passed on to his mother.

What Fu Tingyang didn't say clearly was that at home, he also felt the changes in his mother. Although he still wouldn't resist his father, he spoke much tougher and sometimes even lost his temper. He was no longer the unbearable person. He scolded the indifferent idiot.

Mother's whole body seemed to come to life again.

Ji Yunsu didn't know much about the Fu family, and naturally couldn't fully understand Fu Tingyang's feelings. He thought he was exaggerating, and replied jokingly: "Your mother has to bring a lot of things every time she comes. If you convince her to stop... So polite, thank you too."

Fu Tingyang's fist tightened and loosened. He knew what his mother's reasons were, and this also reminded him that the closer the relationship, the crueler it may be for both parties when the truth is learned in the future.

"She can't push me, so she's thinking about you. She wants to have a grandson so much. Please bear with me."

Ji Yunsu chuckled: "Then you have to hurry up, Director Fu. You are almost 35 years old. When I was your age, my children could even make soy sauce."

Fu Tingyang was confused and stared at the phone for a long time before sighing.

"You can't force this kind of thing"

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It was already dinner time when Helan returned to the Fu family compound, but she went to the kitchen to cook chicken noodles as soon as possible. When she brought it to Fu Beishan, the latter's face turned ugly.

"Is there no food at home? Can you be full with a bowl of noodles?" Fu Beishan pushed the noodle bowl, and the noodle soup splashed onto the table, making it wet.

He Lan said slowly: "If you don't have enough, I will give you some more, as well as the pancakes baked in the morning."

Fu Beishan's eyes sternly said, "The dogs won't eat your useless food. Let's cook it again. Make dry rice and stir-fry vegetables."

Helan was still thinking about the preparations for her own stall. She would take her own portion to the guest room to eat. She planned to be busy while eating, so she was not in the mood to cook again.

"If you don't want to eat, feed the dog. I want to see if the dog eats." She turned around and headed towards the guest room.

Fu Beishan was so angry that he picked up the noodle bowl and slammed it on the ground. The ground was immediately in a mess, and the noodle soup was splashed everywhere.

"Who allowed you to talk to me like this? Who allowed you to be stubborn when I spoke?" His eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

During this time, the anger in Fu Beishan's heart became more and more intense. He clearly noticed that Helan had changed. He was no longer obedient, had learned to be sharp-tongued, and even had a bad temper.

This was a naked challenge to his status as the head of the family, and Fu Beishan finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He Lan was startled by the bowl that fell to the ground at first, but when she saw the noodles all over the floor and the oily soup gradually spreading out, she suddenly wanted to laugh.

It's ridiculous to say that she didn't know what she had done in her life or what she had done wrong to end up in this situation.

For the first time, she deeply experienced what coldness meant.

At this moment, my heart felt as cold as being placed in a world of ice and snow.

Her marriage of more than thirty years suddenly turned into a joke. It was more than thirty years. How did she get through these thirty years, and why did she have to endure the humiliation of not being treated as a human being.

He Lan was dazed for a moment, as if the pause button had been pressed all over his body, and he couldn't even think. His mind was blank and he couldn't think of anything, like an empty person who had everything wiped out.

She stood for a long time, then went outside with a cold face and asked the servants to clean up the floor, and then went back to the guest room.

During this period, the guest room was both her studio and her bedroom. Firstly, she was staying up late working on her work, and secondly, she didn’t want to go back to the main room to sleep for some reason.

And the time she spent sleeping alone, looking back now, she felt happier, more comfortable, and quieter than ever before. Sometimes she even forgot that there was such a person as Fu Beishan.

He Lan looked at the more than thirty handicrafts of various sizes and shapes on the table, and suddenly felt so fulfilled.

In the past, she would feel fulfilled when she finished cooking a table of dishes. Now, as long as she sees these little treasures of hers, she feels extremely happy and fulfilled.

The noodles were already a little lumpy, so He Lan took out her mobile phone and continued to learn the stall business online.

Halfway through her meal, a text message popped up, reminding her that tomorrow was the time to submit her entries.

He Lan quickly put down her chopsticks and took out her work to package. She remembered that the packaging bag she had sewn was still hanging in the laundry room, so she quickly went to the laundry room again.

Fu Beishan was passing behind her and became even more angry when he saw her leaving in a hurry.

She has been in the guest room during this time, and she doesn't know what she is doing.

Fu Beishan stood at the door of the guest room, glanced inside, and saw a table of dolls, and he immediately became furious.

"This bastard keeps doing these useless things all day long."

As if he had found the culprit, Fu Beishan walked in angrily, grabbed a bunch of large and small dolls on the table, and left.

Helan took the packaging bag back to the house, but the dolls on the table were gone.

She panicked and quickly went to ask the servants. After asking around, the servant who was cooking in the kitchen finally came forward with a trash can in his hand, which contained her dolls.

Helan looked at the basket of things blankly, and in the next second, he rushed forward, turned the trash can upside down, and poured out all the contents.

The kitchen garbage is full of oil and stains. The dolls placed on the surface are fine, but next to them

Helan knelt on the ground in a daze, her eyes dull.

The servant was a little scared and carefully packed it up while explaining in a low voice, "We didn't throw it away, ma'am, can this be washed?"

Helan's consciousness, which had drifted outside her body, was regained.

She looked at the work that would be sent to the competition tomorrow. Because it was all white, dirt could be seen everywhere.

He Lan's heart hurt so much that he almost couldn't breathe again. He squeezed his heart tightly, his expression was very painful.

The servant was frightened and said, "Madam, madam, what's wrong with you? I'm going to call the doctor." After saying that, he ran out and called the family doctor.

Helan didn't speak, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, silently picked up all the dolls, then returned to the guest room, packed all his handmade things in a bag, and finally called his son, tears streaming down his face.

"Son, come and pick mom up. Mom doesn't want to stay in this house anymore."