Madam, Mr. Fu went to see the men's department again.

After finishing, Fu Jingsheng stood on the balcony and smoked. It was clear that his physical strength could no longer keep up with his desire, but he couldn't control it. The words "sex addiction" flashed in his mind.

In the past, this thought could be explained by the fact that Rong Yan said that he was not good at the beginning and that he wanted to prove himself, but now that he has proven it, why is the frequency higher?

He took a long puff of cigarette. Could it be that he had a mental problem?

Rong Yan went to bed after finishing, not knowing Fu Jingsheng's psychological changes.

The man on the balcony became more and more anxious as he thought about it. He searched for the symptoms of sex addiction on the Internet, and after reading it, he directly defined it for himself. He was a mild addiction and needed to be treated in time.

While Rong Yan was asleep, Fu Jingsheng made an appointment with a doctor.

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Tiancheng, Art Museum Market.

Han Yue was going to take care of the four of them. Sister Rong Shiyu had lived abroad for many years and had never been to the market. After hearing Han Yue's description, the two couldn't wait to ask their grandma to take them there.

The art museum market is different from ordinary markets. If you want to go to the market, you must first buy tickets. The market is in the art museum, and the tickets are more expensive than ordinary attractions, so it has become a niche check-in place.

The market is held for five days at the end of each month, with a different theme each time. This time the theme is called memories, and it is full of toys, snacks and various nostalgic items from the 1980s and 1990s.

Logically speaking, the grandson and the others couldn't like it, but they heard that those things were used by grandma when she was a child, and they were very different from what they are now, so they all became interested.

The servant in charge of the children's meals asked to accompany her. She was worried that Han Yue would not be able to take care of four children by herself.

The driver took them to the entrance of the art museum. Han Yue had never been to crowded places before, because her children liked the excitement, so she specially chose this place.

Fu Yunlei got off the car and wowed several times in succession. It must be an art museum. You can see the densely packed stalls inside when standing at the door. It must be a market. How many floors does the market occupy indoors? The key is People coming and going are dressed in special ways.

Han Yue realized that she had come to the right place. Being there, she felt as if she had returned to her youth. The vendors were very carefully dressed, and many of the people attending the market were wearing clothes from the past eighty or ninety years.

Floral shirt, jeans. Rong Shiyu's eyes straightened.

"Sister, do you remember the Hong Kong drama that my mother liked? The people in it were dressed like this, and their hair was also like this. We actually saw it." Rong Shimo thought of watching the drama with her mother.

"Really, grandma, are they dressed in Hong Kong style?" the little girl asked Han Yue.

"Little elf, you know all this. You have learned a lot." Han Yue looked at her two grandsons and couldn't say anything except wow. Sure enough, it's good for the children to follow their mother.

Fu Yunting asked her grandma what Hong Kong style was, and Rong Shiyu rushed to answer.

"Let's go in quickly, I saw the candied haws." Fu Yunlei didn't care about the style. He glanced over and saw a lot of things he wanted to eat, and his mouth watered.

"Can't you learn knowledge like my sister? Just eat." Han Yue pretended to blame.

"Grandma, I want to try your favorite food. My stomach is growling." Brothers Fu Yunlei were controlled too strictly by Fu Jingsheng before. As a result, after Rong Yan came back and the rules were lifted, the two children completely let themselves go when it came to eating. .

"Let's go." Han Yue pinched her grandson's nose.

After visiting a few stores, the four children already had their hands full.

The food on the left and right hands are different. Brother Fu Yunlei eats on the left and eats on the right. Han Yue is worried that the little ancestor will have a bad stomach. If he can stop one, he can't stop that.

Rong Shiyu and the others were more interested in gadgets, so she asked her grandma to play a video for her mother.

After Rong Yan woke up in the afternoon, she sat on the sofa in a daze. When her mother-in-law called, she immediately stood up and pretended to be energetic.

"Mom." Rong Shimo shouted.

"Where are you?" Rong Yan asked with a smile.

"Dad." Fu Jingsheng heard his daughter calling her mother and walked behind his wife.

"We went to the market with grandma. Grandma said you played with these things when you were young, right?" Rong Shiyu changed the camera and asked, looking at the dazzling array of things on the stalls.

"Go to the market, don't run around, listen to grandma, even if the camera stops and keeps moving, I can't see it."

Rong Shiyu pointed the camera at one of the stalls, where there was a tin jumping frog.

"It's really true." Rong Yan's eyes were shining, "I haven't seen such a gadget for a long time."

"Mom, do you like it? I brought pocket money, and I bought it for you."

"Mom, I want to buy you a gift too."

"And I."

The four children rushed to speak.

"What about me?" Fu Jingsheng's whole face is obviously in the camera, but except for the "Dad" at the beginning, he seems to be invisible. Doesn't anyone think of giving him a gift?

"What about me?" the man asked directly.

"Dad, don't you like these? When we played with toys before, you always said it was fun." Fu Yunlei used Fu Jingsheng's words to prevaricate him.

Fu Jingsheng:......

Is the focus on toys? The point is the gift, it was the children who thought of him when they went out to play.

Rong Yan knew what her husband meant, so she spoke for the children: "How could it be possible that I didn't give dad a gift? I must have given him a surprise instead of telling him."

When Fu Jingsheng was not looking at the camera, she winked at the children, but her son didn't buy it.

"No, I just give my mother a surprise."

After Fu Yunting finished speaking, Fu Jingsheng felt even more worried.

Rong Yan wiped her sweat awkwardly: "That's not what Yun Ting meant. Mom still doesn't understand your little thoughts. Dad is just waiting for a surprise."

The little boy wanted to say something more, but Rong Yan quickly changed the subject: "Is that the colorful windmill over there? Show it to mom."

Fu Jingsheng walked out of the room without waiting for him to pull him down, so he went alone to avoid being unhappy.

Half an hour later, without seeing Rong Yan come out, Fu Jingsheng returned to the living room and found an excuse for his wife to hang up the phone.

After being angry alone for so long, they were happy, actually chatting and laughing, completely ignoring his feelings.

After finishing the call with the children, Rong Yan recalled what the children had just said to Fu Jingsheng.

The man's face became darker and darker, and he interrupted: "There is a reason why I strictly demand them. Look how they treat me."

"Were you angry just now?" Rong Yan reacted.

"Yes! You are his mother. A son pays his debt to his mother. Tell me, how can you compensate me?" Fu Jingsheng pretended to embarrass Rong Yan.

The woman stepped back and distanced herself a little from him: "I'll transfer the money to you, or we can go to the mall right away. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you."

The man pulled his lips: "You know what I want, and it doesn't cost money." He quickly stretched out his palm and pulled her gently, and Rong Yan fell into his arms.

"There must be someone in this family who only cares about me. I can't count on those white-eyed wolves." Fu Jingsheng stroked Rong Yan's lips, "You have to coax me,"