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

Rongyan fell asleep on the way.

When the car stopped, the woman suddenly didn't realize it.

Fu Jingsheng loosened his seat belt, looked at his wife who was breathing steadily, and gently lifted her bangs with his fingertips.

Rong Yan closed her eyes and shook her head, continuing to sleep.

After a busy day, she was very tired.

Fu Jingsheng walked around to the passenger seat, bent down and carried his wife out of the car.

Probably feeling uncomfortable with her head tilted back, Rong Yan woke up.

The lights in the garage were dim, and Fu Jingsheng's face was blurry.

But Rong Yan was very familiar with the smell of the man. She raised her hands that were hanging at her sides and finally hugged the man: "Are we home yet?"

"Well, don't move, I'll carry you up."

Rong Yan stayed in Fu Jingsheng's arms obediently.

Lanshan Garden is very quiet at night.

When he arrived at the door of the house, Fu Jingsheng put his wife down and fingerprinted the door.

The room was dark, and he thought Xiaoke had taken the children to bed.

After turning on the ambient light on the shoe cabinet, Fu Jingsheng pushed Rong Yan behind the door again.

The man's lips touched the woman's forehead, and within two seconds, the crystal lamp in the middle of the living room suddenly turned on.

The children jumped out from behind the sofa: "Brother, cover your eyes so you can't see." Rong Shiyu, who was standing at the front, shouted.

Rong Yan was startled, and the back of her head hit the door with a clang.

Fu Jingsheng also took a step back, turned around and saw the neatly arranged children, and he smiled awkwardly.

"Why are you hiding there?" Rong Yan asked sternly after a moment.

"Mom, we want to give you a surprise." Rong Shiyu took the lead and took out a gift from behind.

The four children held lilies, roses, baby's breath, and sunflowers in their hands...

They gathered these flowers from the bouquets given to grandma by others, and there were more than a dozen bouquets.

"Mom, you also have flowers today. Thank you for your hard work." Rong Shimo continued.

Rong Yan, who originally thought the children were playing a prank and was getting angry, saw their actions and her heart melted again.

Fu Yunlei came around from behind: "Mom, my brothers and sisters and I took two flowers in each bouquet. Grandma can't see it. They match well."

Rong Yan opened her arms and hugged the children in front of her.

Fu Jingsheng pretended to be jealous again: "Dad doesn't have it?"

At this time, Fu Yunting picked up a bunch of grass from the ground. It seemed that this grass was used to match the bouquet.

"Dad has some too. This is for you." Fu Yunting handed the grass to Fu Jingsheng.

Fu Jingsheng took it with disdain, put it next to the bouquet the children gave to Rong Yan, compared it and said, "The difference is too big."

"My father is a boy, and boys don't like flowers. When Xiaoting grows up, he will buy a Porsche for his father." The little boy said seriously.

"That's pretty much it." Fu Jingsheng smiled.

After sending the flowers, it’s time to get down to business.

Fu Yunlei clasped his little hands back and forth, thinking about how to speak.

Rong Yan could tell that the child was worried, so she squatted down and asked, "Tell me, did you give me flowers because you want to ask me for something?"

"Mom, I didn't send you flowers to ask you to do something. I just happened to have something to do today." Rong Shimo explained that she couldn't let her mother think that they had an ulterior motive in sending flowers.

Fu Jingsheng suddenly felt that the flowers no longer smelled good. It turned out that the children had something to ask for.

"Are you in trouble? Do you want me to deal with the aftermath?" Rong Yan first thought that her child had fought with someone else.

The four of them shook their heads together.

"What's that?" You won't have to take a test in kindergarten.

"Mom." Rong Shimo called again, but still didn't say what it was.

Rong Yan was anxious: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly, or I won't listen."

Rong Shimo held her mother's hand and said, "My beautiful mother."

"What the hell?" Rong Yan panicked.

"My mother is the most beautiful person in the world. Mom, your beauty should be shown to others." Fu Yunlei and his sister sang in unison.

Rong Yan smiled and said, "I'll give you another ten seconds. If you don't tell me, I'm leaving. The countdown begins. Ten, nine..."

"Mom, our school will be celebrating its 20th anniversary next Friday. I have signed you up for a solo dance... and... and a speech by the parent representative." Fu Yunlei said with his eyes closed.

Rong Yan pretended to pinch her philtrum: "What? Solo dance? Speech by the parents' representative? At the anniversary celebration?"

"Yes! All the children and parents participated. That day, your classmates, their parents, and our teachers will watch your performance. It took the four of us working together to get it." Fu Yunting explained.

Rong Yan made a face as if she was vomiting blood. She was fine dancing alone, but she had such uncoordinated limbs that she couldn't even run with the same hands and feet, let alone dance. Who gave the children the courage to think that she could dance alone?

There are also parent representatives speaking, so parents who have good parenting skills must be qualified. As a mother who has just taken over her son, what qualifications does she have to represent?

Isn't this what she's not good at?

"The solo dance is great. Mom has a good figure and is beautiful. It's just right for everyone to see." Fu Jingsheng was talking without any hesitation. No, it was completely adding insult to injury.

Rong Yan glared at her husband: "Are you making trouble with the children? Fu Yunlei will go to school tomorrow and tell the teacher that I won't dance."

"No, the name has already been reported. The director knows about it. It was reported the day before yesterday."

"You signed up the day before yesterday and you told me today? Didn't the teacher ask the parents if they agree?"

"I said my mother would definitely agree. No need to call. Mom, just practice quickly. Come to school at one o'clock next Friday afternoon. Tomorrow the teacher will let everyone take the invitation letter home."

"I don't want to. I want to tell the teacher that my leg is injured and I can't jump." Rong Yan continued to struggle.

"Mom, didn't you teach us to give everything a try? How can we know we can't do it if we haven't tried it yet? It's even more wrong to pretend to be sick. If we don't want to go to school in the future, will we also say we are sick..."

"That's right, adults should set a good example, and... and we always tell the kids how great our moms are, because they all want to meet us, so we can't let them down at the critical moment."

"If you want to see me, I can just go and be an audience member. Why are you dancing?" Rong Yan seemed to be surrounded by tens of thousands of little question marks.

"Rong Yan, I think this is an opportunity for you to prove yourself. Go ahead. You are so smart. You still have a week left. You will definitely be able to learn a dance. Then I will give you flowers." Fu Jingsheng enjoyed watching the fun.

"Dad, don't give me flowers. I've signed you up for a group belly dance. Ten dads will dance together. Grape's dad is the captain. Grape said her dad will create a group and pull all of you in."

"Ah?" Fu Jingsheng's face turned green, "What the hell? Belly dance? Me?"

"Yeah, belly dancing in clothes that don't work."

"Inappropriate clothes?" Fu Jingsheng thought for a moment, aren't all belly dancers women? Should he be asked to dress up as a woman?

"Hahahahaha!" Rong Yan laughed so hard that she fell backwards. "No one can escape the fate of heaven, Fu Jingsheng, dance. You have such a great figure, it would be a pity not to dance. I agree."