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

Rong Yan and Shen Xingzhi joked for a while, and Fu Jingsheng called.

A man who didn’t get off work until eight o’clock contacted his wife immediately and asked where she was.

"In the hospital, go home immediately." Rong Yan looked at it as it was getting late and did not disturb Shen Xingzhi's rest.

"Then I'll go back directly." Fu Jingsheng asked again, "Want to have dessert? I'll bring it to you."

"No, auntie made delicious food and I'm very full. Husband, you can go home directly and pay attention to safety on the way." Rong Yan said warmly.

"Let's go." After hanging up the phone, Rong Yan wanted to chat with Shen Xingzhi for a while, but Shen Xingzhi pressed her back and pushed her out, "I also want to be alone with Yu Wenhao for a while, see you tomorrow."

Rong Yan picked up the bag: "Don't pull back, I'll go by myself. For those of you who value sex over friends, remember to tell me in advance if you want to eat something special. Auntie has to buy the ingredients."

Fu Jingsheng sat in the car and opened the window. The night wind felt cool on his body.

He is in a good mood today. He has already signed two orders within two days of opening.

Fu Jingsheng passed by the dessert shop and got out of the car to buy handmade yogurt and small cakes for his son and the others.

When he got home, he hid the dessert on his body.

Rong Yan was tutoring homework in the children's room and didn't hear the door open.

Seeing that there was no one in the living room, Fu Jingsheng went directly to the study. When he saw his father, several children put down their pens and said hello together.

"The homework is not done yet?" Fu Jingsheng looked down at the time on his watch and asked.

"Mom has given us extra homework. She wants to test us. Dad, do you want to play games with us?" Fu Yunting asked.

Fu Jingsheng took out his hands from behind his back.

"Dangdangdang." The man placed the things he bought on the desk one by one as if he was offering a treasure.

Rong Shimo held up the one closest to him and said, "Dad, the dog is so cute, I can't stop talking."

"Give it to me and I'll help you eat it." The outgoing Fu Yunlei reached for the puppy-shaped cake in front of his sister.

Rong Shimo quickly protected him: "That won't work."

"I'll trade with you, and you eat Kuromi." Rong Shiyu said.

"Fu Jingsheng, why don't you buy one style? How to divide it into four types?" Rong Yan asked.

"There are no more identical ones, so I put them randomly. Everyone takes the one closest to them and can coordinate with each other. Of course if you want to change it, you have to ask others if they agree first." When Fu Jingsheng arrived at the dessert shop, it was almost closed. It is no longer easy to gather four.

"I want this." Fu Yunting happened to be assigned his favorite chocolate cake.

"Then I won't change it." Although Fu Yunlei doesn't like pink flowers.

"So sensible." Rong Yan said happily.

Several people opened the box together and shared it with each other so that everyone could eat cakes of other flavors.

"The children have grown up." Fu Jingsheng said with emotion.

Rong Yan nodded.

The desserts went down quickly, and the children who were full asked Fu Jingsheng to play with them.

"Can you let dad have dinner first?" Rong Yan stopped them.

"Okay." Fu Yunlei let go of his father's hand.

Rong Yan helped Fu Jingsheng serve the porridge, and the woman who had already eaten sat beside him to accompany him.

Fu Jingsheng ate quickly.

At the end of the fifteen minutes, I rushed to play with the children.

The children, who usually clamored to sleep in their mother's room, pulled their father for the first time and wanted to spend the night with him.

"Dad, I'm going to sleep here today. You sleep on my bed." Fu Yunlei hooked Fu Jingsheng's arm.

"Well, brother, let me squeeze in. Dad, you sleep here." Fu Yunting patted the bed board, "Dad, today I have to listen to the mouse marry a bride."

Fu Jingsheng was simply flattered. The children gave up their cribs for the first time and allowed him to stay with them. In the past, they had always pestered Rong Yan, and Fu Jingsheng seemed redundant.

"Okay." He agreed, but after playing until ten o'clock, Fu Jingsheng regretted it.

The man yawned and wanted to go back to his room to rest, but his son pulled him and put a storybook in his arms; "Dad, it's story time."

Rong Yan visited them on the way and heard that Fu Jingsheng stayed in the children's room at night, so she went to the study and coded with peace of mind.

Fu Jingsheng told stories one after another until his voice became hoarse, and finally heard the children's calls.

He put down the book tiredly, and cautiously left the room without wearing any shoes, fearing that it would disturb the children.

In the study, Rong Yan sat on a chair, holding her chin in her hands in a daze.

I'm stuck again. There have been so many things going on lately that I can't calm down and think about the direction of the story.

She sighed and continued typing, but after tapping the keyboard a few times, she deleted what she had written. Something didn't feel right.

"Who can give me some inspiration...Ah! Ah! Ah!" Rong Yan looked up to the sky and screamed, "I have run out of inspiration. I don't know what to write."

Fu Jingsheng opened the door and heard his wife wailing: "Is the Jiang man's talent exhausted?" he asked.

Rong Yan lay on the table and pouted: "Fu Jingsheng, either we and I will get divorced. After our relationship with you is better, the novel will not be good."

What Rong Yan serialized was a sadistic article, and it really hurt her heart, liver, and lungs at first. But as she got back together with Fu Jingsheng, her mentality quietly changed, and she couldn't write any sad words at all.

"What?" Fu Jingsheng was surprised, "Readers don't allow us to be together?"

"That's not true. My relationship is relatively stable. I can't write about separation and reunion. There are still 500,000 words left to finish. What should I do with these 500,000 words? Most people come here for the sadistic story." Rong Yan is worried.

Fu Jingsheng didn't know how to write an article. He couldn't provide any advice. He just said, "Or have a quarrel and have fun."

"There is no deep understanding of the things performed. Forget it, I'll think about what to do." Rong Yan immediately rejected Fu Jingsheng's suggestion.

Fu Jingsheng put his arm around Rong Yan's shoulders: "Or write about someone else."

At night, Fu Jingchen lay on the bed and couldn't sleep.

He simply got up and called his brother.

Fu Jingsheng was coding with Rong Yan when he heard his cell phone ring and said, "I guess the inspiration has come."

He pressed the answer button.

Fu Jingchen sighed: "Brother, you haven't slept yet."

"No, what's wrong?"

"I didn't know what to do about Zhou Luo. I did what my sister-in-law said, but instead of calming down, she became even more angry." Fu Jingchen was really depressed and had to talk to Fu Jingsheng.

"I'll let Rong Yan listen and analyze it for you." Fu Jingsheng said to his brother and turned on the speaker.

Zhou Luo scolded himself for his essay, and Fu Jingchen picked the one that wasn't the most unpleasant and read it.

"Good guy, why did you get scolded like this when you didn't tell us the truth and didn't do anything?" Rong Yan wondered.

"No one can help you if Fu Jingchen doesn't tell the truth. What did you say to Zhou Luo? Was she injured? Did you say she became ugly?" Rong Yan continued.

"How is that possible? I know women care about face, but I didn't even mention it." Fu Jingchen replied without even thinking about it.

"Depressed? Let her come to my place tomorrow." Since it was not caused by external factors, there might be something wrong with Zhou Luo's heart.