Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

Feng Huayang dressed Fu Qingyun carefully again, stroking her dry and yellow hair and sighing, Fu Qingyun's body tensed. But Feng Huayang didn't say anything in the end. It was a bit immoral to scold the mother to the son, not to mention that the woman had received retribution, and the grudge was gone after she died.

The street lights outside were covered with ice, and the light that came through became a little soft. Fu Qingyun looked up and was dazzled by the fine light refracted by the ice cover. It was a sin that she omitted so much beauty with just a few strokes.

When they arrived at Fuyao, He Gu was already waiting at the door. He was only wearing a well-fitting suit and was huddled in the cold wind. Fu Qingyun couldn't help but quicken his pace.

"It's cold outside, Assistant He, please go in quickly. If you are sick, you will have to drink bitter medicine." Fu Qingyun raised his head slightly and said to He Gu who was bending over to listen to him.

Why did he smile? Even though he looked a little frail, it was just because of the black color that made him look thinner. The muscles hidden in his clothes were probably enough to scare the young lady in front of him to tears.

In the restaurant, Fu Shengyu was placing the plates himself. Because Feng Huayang was coming to eat tonight, the tableware was much more refined. There were also two bottles of white porcelain red plums placed on the table, one in front and one behind, which made Feng Huayang quite satisfied.

"It's rare that you are so romantic today. If it weren't for the child, I would have thought you were going to confess your love to me." Feng Huayang raised his eyebrows and said, "You know, I have always had you in my heart."

Fu Shengyu let out a breath and suppressed the urge to take action. He pulled his daughter over and carried her to sit on a chair. "Today's dinner is very sumptuous. I hope you can eat well."

Feng Huayang shrugged and showed a helpless expression to He Gu beside him, then sat down on the chair seductively.

After taking a bite of the hot meal, Fu Shengyu looked at his daughter and asked, "Qingyun, is your Aunt Feng's place fun?"

Fu Qingyun swallowed the small green vegetable in his mouth before saying, "There are many brothers at my aunt's side, and there are many clothes, and there is also a nice bear to touch."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Fu Shengyu couldn't help but glare at Feng Huayang, receiving a disdainful snort from Feng Huayang.

"My brothers are not as pretty as my aunt, nor as pretty as my father." Fu Qingyun said while shaking her feet. How could the person she carefully sculpted be easily compared to others?

Fu Shengyu glared at Feng Huayang who didn't care and said, "Those brothers are all subordinates of your aunt Feng, just like Special Assistant He and Special Assistant Fang."

Feng Huayang rolled his eyes, then smiled at the ignorant girl and said, "Auntie likes good-looking people. Does Qingyun like them?"

Fu Qingyun thought for a moment and said, "I like it!"

The first impression is very important. People with good looks are more likely to be liked by others, but they will only be casual acquaintances. To develop a deep friendship, it still depends on the person's character.

Fu Shengyu gritted his teeth. He had already made up his mind that tonight he would tell the child a story about a wolf in sheep's clothing so that she would understand the truth that one can judge a person by his appearance but not by his heart.

Feng Huayang proudly raised his eyebrows at Fu Shengyu and received a stern look in return. He was very satisfied. It had been a long time since he felt such a strong sense of oppression. It was a pleasant feeling.

After dinner, He Gu came over and said that fireworks were prepared outside and asked the young lady if she wanted to see them.

"Fireworks make a very loud noise, will Qingyun be scared?" Fu Shengyu asked.

"No!" Fu Qingyun's eyes sparkled. She didn't like to join in the fun, and fireworks were not allowed in the city. She thought about it and she hadn't seen fireworks in person for almost ten years.

"Go and get ready." Fu Shengyu picked up the girl and walked out.

Soon, colorful fireworks exploded in the sky, and the smell of gunpowder wafted in the air.

Fireworks exploded in the dark sky, like a flash of ephemeral flowers that suddenly appeared and then scattered, or like stars falling with a graceful arc and aloof determination. Smoke gradually rose, covering this beauty with a veil and seeming to bring a sense of solemnity.

Fu Qingyun thought of the war deep in her original mind, the sound of gunfire exploding like thunder in her ears, and the screams and cries of people. She hid under the bed, closed her eyes, covered her ears, and shivered until the sound stopped.

The few lines she typed casually depicted such a tragic picture. She knew about war, but had never felt its cruelty.

Fu Shengyu looked up at the fireworks, but it was his drunken father and chattering mother on New Year's Eve that exploded. The moment the fireworks exploded, his father, who was disturbed, uttered foul language and his fists rained down like raindrops.

My father was drunk and couldn't control his body, so he kept hitting me with heavy punches and light punches. My mother stood by and fanned the flames, wishing that he would beat her to death so that she could leave with a sense of relief.

Looking at his absent-minded daughter in his arms, Fu Shengyu didn't expect that he still hadn't gotten over it after all these years. The child was being beaten all the time and the fireworks were going off all the time.

After the fireworks were over, except for Feng Huayang who was smiling happily, the father and daughter were not in a very good mood, but they concealed it well.

Fu Qingyun keenly sensed that something was wrong with his own son. Thinking that he might be reminiscing about his childhood, he stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly, resting his head on his and said, "Father, the fireworks are so beautiful."

Fu Shengyu looked up at the smoke-filled sky and gently touched his head and said, "Then let's set it off again during the banquet."

"Okay!" Fu Qingyun responded with interest. The best way to forget bad memories is to cover them with good memories.

It was a long time, she would take her time.

Just as fireworks will fade away, all the bad things will fade away, and memories will be forgotten. She will make up for Fu Shengyu's regrets and heal his pain.