You Can’t Be Fierce Towards Me!

Fu Yan took a look at the direction of the officers and men leaving, the psychological is still a bit guilty, how to run so fast, and see a ghost.

Chu Xiangtian was afraid of his heart and quickly shifted the subject. "Review?"

"Go back." He said, Fu Xiao thought that he had to go back to lunch, and he threw the thoughts behind him.

The two talked and laughed and walked back, but they saw a very familiar person at the gate of Fu’s family.

The smile on Fu’s face faded, and the corner of his mouth was flattened and smashed into a straight line. “Well, what are you doing here?”

I didn't see this person for too long. Fu Hao almost completely forgot his mind, but did not expect this person to drill out like a fly.

Wen Bo Li looks a lot older than before, and the clothes are neatly packed. It’s just a few months of jail to learn his spirit. The original gentle gentleman’s anger is gone, only the whole thing is gone. The hypocrisy is greasy, and people look at the stomach discomfort.

Wen Bo Li also saw him. He took a moment to come over and squinted his eyes and looked at Fu Wei. He didn’t seem to know the son. After a while, he only smiled falsely: "But it’s not seen in two months, you look grown up. Quite a lot."

He even wanted to reach out and pat the shoulders of Fu Wei, but he was intercepted by Chu Xiangtian in the middle of the road.

Fu Yan immediately stood a little farther, and his eyes were unmistakable. He asked again with a cold face. "What are you doing here?"

"I want to come back to see you...and your mother."

Wen Bo Li’s face showed a sly look. “In these days in prison, I thought a lot of things and regret it... I am sorry for your mother and child.”

"If you really feel sorry for your mother, you shouldn't bother him any more." Fu Yan looked at him with sarcasm. "Or do you think that you can get into the door of Fu's home by saying two words?"

Fu Wei did not carelessly, and broke his high-pitched lies. "Without you, I am very good with my mother and sister."

A glimpse of the sleeves, Fu Hao walked into the door, coldly looked at Wen Bo Lidao: "Go yourself or I let people go, you choose one."

Wen Bo Li’s expression was awkward, and after a moment he barely squeezed out a distorted and false smile. “I really know it wrong, just want to apologize to Qin Niang in person.”

"Let's come, drive people away."

Fu Wei is not willing to talk to him more. Even if he looks at it more, he feels unsightly and directly let the porter come to catch people.

The tall and sturdy concierge picks up the sleeves and screams at the singer.

I know that I can’t get it right today, and I’m happy to leave.

Going to the corner, Fu's house was blocked by the wall, and the smirk on the face of Wen Bo Li collapsed instantly. The turbid eyes were full of complex emotions of remorse, anger and anger.

He stayed in prison for nearly two months, and the days there were simply not over. The two months were harder than two years, and he fell into such a situation that his wife and children did not I have visited it once.

He hated Fu Youqin's unrequited love, but he regretted his original choice. When he was in prison, he imagined again and again. If he was not confused by Bai Ruihe, but lived with Fu Youqin, he would still be the master of the scenery. Instead of the imprisonment of the future.

Resentment and remorse distorted two forces in his heart, almost tearing him apart in half, half madly clamoring for revenge, and half regretting wanting to recover.

The old face was distorted, and he did not wait until his Bai Ruihe came over and was shocked by the look on his face.

After hesitating for a moment, I brought a smile back to him. "Smell, have you seen your sister?"

Wen Bo Li turned to look at her, the look on the face has not completely faded, her eyes looked cold for a while, until the smile on the face of Bai Ruihe gradually stiffened, he only put away the grievances on his face, said: "She always meets mine."

Bai Ruihe’s heart jumped. She felt that Wenbo Li was like a goblin who climbed up from hell, but now she and her son still have to rely on Wenbo Li, so she squeezed out a smile and kissed him intimately: I have already found a house, just wait for you to look at it. If you are satisfied, we can live and have a home..."

Wen Boli looked back and left with her without a word.

******

Fu Wei did not tell Fu Youqin that the news has been released and even found the door.

Although he hopes that Wen Bo Li will stay in his life for a lifetime, the original corruption case is not deeply involved with Wen Bo Li. It can be closed for two months because the defending has been specially confessed, and the new county magistrate has been delayed. When I didn’t take office, it delayed the time to release people.

The two months passed so fast that Fu Hao had forgotten the Wen Boli.

Deliberately skipped this unpleasant episode, Fu Wei originally thought that Wen Bo Li should hide a little farther away. Who knows that the next day, he appeared at the door of Fu Jia Da.

Seeing the appearance is to go back and carefully cleaned up, the face of the mourning is swept away, holding a bunch of unknown wildflowers in his arms, holding a letter looking at the door.

So Fu Youqin, who was preparing to go out with Fu Wei, saw him at a glance.

Fu Youqin's footsteps paused, his eyebrows slowly picked up, and then he didn't look at him and held Fu's hand on the carriage.

Wen Bo Li saw that they pretended not to see themselves, his face was stiff, and then he laughed again, holding flowers in front of the carriage.

"Qin Niang, do you want to see me even if you don't even see me? I just want to apologize to you."

In the car, Fu Qin did not make a sound, and whispered Fu Fu, "When did it start?"

"Yesterday." Fu said.

Fu Youqin's eyebrows, Wen Boli's appearance seems to be remorse, but it is a change of tricks to play the bitterness.

When Wen Bo Li was young, he couldn’t afford a valuable gift. When the sun didn’t rise, he would pick up the freshest wildflowers with dew.

When I was young, I thought this was probably the best thing, but now I was taken out by Wen Boli and I only felt irritating.

"Let's go, don't worry about him."

The groom got the order, pulling the reins, the horse raised the horseshoe, and no matter who stood still in front, he went straight to the news.

Wen Bo Li rushed to avoid, and the flower and letter on his hand fell off the ground and was rolled over by horseshoes and wheels.

......

Originally thought that with this experience, Wen Bo Li will not come from insulting, who knows that he is holding a bouquet of flowers every day and waiting.

The concierge had to be told that he would not be close to the gate, and he would stand in a place where he could see it when he went out.

Fu Yan is too annoyed, and the gas is almost to let Chu Xiangtian go and beat him.

"It's better to go to Zhuangzi for a while." Fu said: "I just want to go to Zhuangzi to see." Otherwise, every day I looked at the fake face of Wen Bo Li, and I ate two bowls of rice.

Fu Youqin did not react so much. After recognizing the true face of Wen Boli, she felt that it was possible for this person to do something.

After a sigh of relief, the weather is getting hotter. It’s not bad to go to Zhuangzi to avoid the heat. She nodded. “I’ll go get people to pack things up.”

......

Early the next morning, a carriage and three horses slowly went to the Zhuangzi line outside the town.

Fu Hao rode on the horse and walked side by side with Chu Xiangtian, his eyes squatting from time to time.

Zhou Chuanqing did not know what was irritating. Today, I saw a flower that saw a bird with an emotionally rich poem. Although Fu has read a lot of books, he still can't make poems, so he has a headache.

Chu Xiangtian saw his face wrinkled into a group of laughter, Fu Yan turned his head and looked at him fiercely. "Laugh, what will you?"

Chu Xiangtian stunned, whispered a little young master is really not afraid of himself.

The Zhuangzi to go is in the northwest, about half an hour away from Sifang Town. The pedestrians are slowly passing, just to have a lunch.

Zhuangzi’s management received the news in advance, and the Zhuangzi people had long been waiting at the door.

Fu Wei and Fu Youqin and Fu Shuyue took the carriage, and several people were surrounded by them.

This Zhuangzi is smaller than the Zhuangzi who convened the management last time, but the interior is very chic. There are two large yards in front and back of the house. The small lake in the backyard is the living water, and a wooden bridge is built on the lake. At the end of the wooden bridge, there is an octagonal pavilion. When the wind is blowing, the pavilion is dancing lightly, but it doesn't have any fun.

The people went to eat first, and the chef craftsmanship on Zhuangzi was not as good as the chef of Fujia, but the fresh taste of the raw materials was good, so the group was satisfied.

After lunch, Fu Youqin and Fu Shuyue first returned to the backyard to rest, Fu Yan did not have the habit of taking a nap, let the management find someone to lead their own way, sneak Dada to go outside the Zhuangzi.

Outside the Zhuangzi is the farmland. In this season, the rice has been transplanted. Fu Yan looks at the green seedlings in the field, and the corners of his mouth are unconsciously tilted.

These may be the guarantees for survival in the next two years. They walked along the field and walked around and asked: "How much can this farm produce?"

The next person who leads the way replied: "There are nearly three stones, and there are more than two stones."

The land owned by Zhuangzi is nearly 800 mu. If it is calculated according to two acres of land, then this Zhuangzi and the mid-season rice will have a harvest of 1,600 stone.

If you add other Zhuangzi, the harvest is even more impressive.

Fu Wei silently calculated that a small part of the grain was sent to the shop for sale, and most of the rest had to be suspended for sale, ready to prepare for the upcoming drought.