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She read it in the newspaper and asked her husband to inquire about it in the company. This man named Wei Qing is not simple. His industry and influence are unimaginable for a small family like theirs.

If he really wanted to do something to their family, it would be easier than crushing an ant to death.

The woman's eyes flickered, tears fell down, and she said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Wei, I know that you have a good relationship with Chuyang, but what did I do? As a mother who neglected her duty, I just want to make up for it now." That's all, why are you forcing me like this?"

Wei Qing shook his head speechlessly.

This woman is not simple, no wonder Yan Chuyang is gradually softened by her, she is too good at acting.

One mouthful of our family's Chuyang, hehe, I really feel that I am living very well.

Seeing Fang Jingshu's crackling tears, Yan Chuyang raised his heart, looked anxiously at Wei Qing and said, "Stop talking, or you can go now, this is my own business, I will handle it well .”

The man raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "You let me go now?"

"Correct!"

"It's raining so hard, what will you do if I leave?"

Yan Chuyang raised his hand slightly, and raised the umbrella in his hand: "She gave it to me, and I will go home in a while, and I will support her."

"Oh." Wei Qing sneered incredulously, "What do you mean now, you want to support her umbrella, not mine?"

The boy was silent for a while, then nodded slightly: "If you still talk, you can go first."

Wei Qing's face darkened for a moment, and it took a long time before he snorted coldly, and turned his face away abruptly.

It means stop talking.

Seeing him calm down, Yan Chuyang looked at Fang Jingshu with a sigh of relief and said, "The umbrella has been delivered, you should go back quickly and change your clothes at home."

Fang Jingshu could feel that the balance in Yan Chuyang's heart was tilted more towards her, so she raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and said with a smile on her lips: "Okay, okay, I'll go back soon, son, you should go home early too Well, it's rainy and cold, be careful of catching a cold."

Yan Chuyang hummed heavily: "I see."

Fang Jingshu nodded, shook the umbrella in her hand, turned around and walked back.

After walking two steps, the person behind suddenly shouted: "Don't pay attention to what Wei Qing said, he was just doing it for my own good, and he didn't have any malicious intentions."

Fang Jingshu's shoulders trembled slightly, and she nodded excitedly: "I know, I know!"

Looking at the staggering back of the woman in the rain, Yan Chuyang couldn't tell what it was like.

Fang Jingshu is getting old.

In the past, the strong woman who was bluffing and the neighbors in the four townships dared not offend, now she has become a woman who can speak soft words and cry.

The person is gentler and his back is bent. Although he has no gray hair, the vicissitudes and exhaustion on his face are still fully visible.

It's already like this, how can I blame her?

Time has given each other punishment.

The rain was still pattering down.

Yan Chuyang raised his head, only then did he see that two-thirds of the big black umbrella was leaning towards him. He wasn't wet at all, but Wei Qing couldn't do it anymore. , Wet a large piece.

The boy felt sore, he quickly raised his arm and pulled the man to his side, and sent some umbrella to Wei Qing, and said softly, "Your suit is all wet, why don't you pay attention?"

Wei Qing stood still and let the boy do his work.

He was still angry with Yan Chuyang's behavior just now.

He didn't expect that under such circumstances, Yan Chuyang would choose Fang Jingshu without hesitation.

Although it is just an umbrella, it can tell a person's attitude.

Obviously, in Yan Chuyang's heart, Fang Jingshu's position is higher than his.

He couldn't accept it.

That woman has done so many wrong things, so what if she gave birth to Yan Chuyang, can she compare his love for Yan Chuyang?

Wei Qing just stood there stiffly, with a gloomy demeanor all over his body.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Chuyang stared blankly at the man's gloomy face, and said softly, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Heh." Wei Qing sneered, "Why do you have to be in a bad mood? Also, some people don't support my umbrella, why do they still stand under my umbrella?"

The boy's forehead twitched, and he said why he looked so bad, he was still angry about the umbrella.

Alas, speechless.

"Okay, okay." Yan Chuyang took off his schoolbag, put the umbrella in his hand into the bag, and said, "I don't support her. I just said that I supported her because she stood in front of me. I'm sorry .”

Wei Qing pulled the boy's schoolbag over, took out the blue and white striped umbrella, and threw it into the trash can next to it with a bang.

Yan Chuyang's eyes widened: "Wei Qing!"

The man shrugged: "That umbrella color doesn't suit you, I don't want you to hold it."

Yan Chuyang sighed, looked at the lonely umbrella exposed in the trash can, pursed his lips and said, "Okay then, can you stop it?"

Wei Qing snorted, frowned, and slightly relaxed.

"Give me the bag." Yan Chuyang stretched out his hand.

Wei Qing lowered his head and glanced casually, and suddenly saw two lunch boxes in his bag, his heart tightened, and he reached out and took out the metal insulated lunch box he sent at noon.

Seeing him take out the lunch box, Yan Chuyang's pupils shrank, and he quickly snatched the lunch box and hid it behind him: "What are you doing?"

The man's eyes turned thin ice: "Bring me the lunch box."

Yan Chuyang shook his head: "What time is it? What lunch box are you looking at? Let's go home."

"Bring it here." These three words were full of warning and oppression.

The boy felt hairy, lowered his head, and handed over the lunch box resignedly.

Wei Qing took the lunch box over and opened the insulation cover on it.

A box of dumplings was lying safely inside, because some dumplings had been lumped together after being left all afternoon.

"Crack." The man closed the lunch box and threw the schoolbag in his hand to Yan Chuyang.

The boy held his schoolbag and lowered his head quietly.

Questioning begins.