8

Fu Yanchen's car stopped in the garage.

When he came in, Fu Jiawen was eating chocolate. Looking down, the trash can at his feet was filled with empty snack packaging bags.

It's all unhealthy junk food.

Fu Yanchen said coldly, "Fu Jiawen, look at how much you have exceeded your quota for snacks today. Put down the chocolate."

"Finish this one." Fu Jiawen made a face.

"Mom." Fu Yanchen looked at Chen Bihua again, "Children can't eat so many snacks at one time."

"Why are you so particular about it?" Chen Bihua muttered subconsciously, "When Ahao was little, he ate whatever he wanted, unlike now. "Children, you can't eat this one, you can't eat that one."

After saying that, Chen Bihua looked into Fu Yanchen's piercing eyes and was shocked. Later, she realized that she had said the wrong thing again.

She would usually be careful not to talk about her younger son's childhood, but today she was criticized by her elder son in front of her younger daughter-in-law, so she spoke out without hesitation.

Ding Ningle didn't notice the subtlety of the atmosphere, so she called out to her eldest brother and asked him, "Isn't Qiaoqiao here?"

"She has something to do." Fu Yanchen said quietly.

Zhong Qiao never liked coming to his family banquets, so it was normal not to come, and he was used to helping her avoid it.

"Has Qiaoqiao taken on a new drama recently? I haven't seen her for a long time."

"I don't know."

Ding Ningle opened her lips. Her original intention was to chat with her eldest brother for a while and connect with her.

It was just Fu Yanchen's three-word reply that he didn't want to talk more, so she had to stop abruptly.

At the dinner table, Chen Bihua thoughtfully served Ding Ningle with many dishes.

Fu Hao teased, "Mom, you know how to pick up the food for your daughter-in-law. You can't even put it in the Ningle bowl. I didn't see you picking up the food for me and my eldest brother."

"You brat." Chen Bihua scolded with a smile. I was going to give him a piece of food with chopsticks, but then I thought of something and put the food back into my bowl angrily.

Picking up food for my youngest son is easy.

But the eldest son...

maybe because the eldest son always has a straight face, she, as a mother, is a little afraid of him.

It's too inconsistent to pick up food for my eldest son.

When I think of this scene, I get goosebumps uncomfortably.

But I was afraid that my eldest son would think too much, so I decided not to eat anything.

This little episode passed quickly. With her young son in attendance, the atmosphere at the family banquet was quite enjoyable. She asked tentatively, "Yanchen, is there something going on between you and Zhong Qiao recently?"

Fu Yanchen flirted a little. His eyes asked, "What's going on?"

"I heard that you and Zhong Qiao are planning to divorce?"

"Who did you hear that?" Fu Yanchen put down his chopsticks, his tone indifferent.

Ding Ningle paused in picking up the vegetables and lowered his head slightly.

The surrounding air pressure gradually dropped.

"Dad." Fu Jiawen suddenly spoke, his tone choked, "Are you and mom going to divorce?"

"Nothing." Fu Yanchen replied coldly.

"Oh..." Fu Jiawen held back his tears and looked at grandma with a serious face, "Grandma, where did you hear that your parents were getting divorced?"

Chen Bihua: "..."

Her eyes rolled, "Hey, I'm senior I forgot about it, maybe I heard someone talk about it, or maybe it was a dream, and I told her what happened in the dream."

After saying this, she pretended that nothing happened and continued to eat the food.

Fu Yanchen looked at Chen Bihua calmly. Ever since he married Zhong Qiao, Chen Bihua had liked to say some things in front of him. Although it was a bit embellished, it was indeed the truth.

But it's different now. Now that Zhong Qiao has changed, he doesn't want these things to affect their relationship.

In the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, the son and husband need to show an attitude.

He stood up with a deep look and looked at Fu Jiawen, "Jiawen, it's getting late, let's go back first."

Chen Bihua's face stiffened and she quickly stood up, "Yanchen, that's not what I meant. I'm just asking out of concern. "Situation."

Fu Chengping also said, "Yanchen, your mother didn't mean that."

Fu Yanchen didn't stop, but tilted his head slightly and said in a distant tone, "I don't need you to worry about my wife's affairs, but. One thing is, we will not get divorced, and it is impossible to get divorced."

Fu Jiawen raised his lips as his father held his little hand.

When he and his father were the only ones left in the car, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Dad, will you and your mother never get divorced?"

Fu Yanchen calmed down and said, "As long as your mother doesn't want to divorce, We won't get divorced."

Fu Jiawen mused, poking his father's back with his finger, "Dad, please call and ask if mom is home. If she is not home, let's pick her up. ."

Fu Yanchen didn't agree immediately. He looked at his gushing son through the rearview mirror.

Fu Jiawen continued solemnly, "I don't want you to get divorced, so dad has to behave well."

-

Zhong Qiao was busy with volunteer work all afternoon.

When it was over, I looked at my phone and found that it was out of battery and turned off.

She returned to the car and turned on the air conditioner, took off her mask, drank water to breathe, and recharged her batteries. Her tired body instantly relaxed.

After turning on the phone, she saw that Ding Ningle had made a video call to her.

She replied: [My phone just ran out of battery, what happened? 】

The bottom of Ding Ningle's note showed "Inputting...", Zhong Qiao stopped on the chat page and waited for a while.

When the line of words had dissipated and no message was received from the other party, she was a little confused and didn't care. He was about to go home first.

At this time, a call came in from Fu Yanchen.

"No need for me to drive the car yet... I'll wait on the side of the road with double flash." "

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Qiao had a helpless smile on his face.

Fu Yanchen said on the phone that Fu Jiawen wanted to pick her up, but she said no, she could drive back by herself.

Fu Jiawen on the side grabbed the phone and said domineeringly It was said that the princess had to wait for them to pick her up

...

Fifteen minutes later, Fu Yanchen's car came over, and the two cars parked on the side of the road.

But, did they really have to drive back like this? It wouldn't be worthwhile to go back without having some barbecue.

She rolled down the window and shouted to the back, "Would you like to have some barbecue?" "

The father and son were silent for a second in tacit understanding. Fu Yanchen looked at Fu Jiawen in confirmation, and Fu Jiawen, who was sitting in the safety seat, also looked at him with big eyes.

"Dad, did I really hear you right? , Mom is talking about going to barbecue? "

The doubt was confirmed verbally by his son. Fu Yanchen suppressed the confusion on his face and said, "Do you want to go? "

"Think about it!" Fu Jiawen shook his head like a rattle.

"Let's discuss it first. You can only eat toasted steamed buns and milk when you get there."

Fu Jiawen pouted, "Okay, then tell mom quickly."

Fu Yanchen did not shout out the window, but said He dialed the phone and said, "Eat, you follow my car and go to a stall owned by an acquaintance. The ingredients there are fresh and the sanitary conditions are pretty good."

At eight o'clock, the customers at the barbecue stall hadn't started coming yet.

Pan Yongjun and his wife prepared ingredients while watching TV.

Spotting a few people from the corner of his eye, he stood up and shouted, "The ingredients haven't been put in the freezer yet, you can come here first to see what we're going to eat."

Zheng Yanhong poked his elbow, "I've read it so many times, I want you to wear glasses. Wear glasses, take a closer look, who is here?"

Pan Yongjun squinted his eyes, looked at the man, then looked at the woman and child beside him, and walked forward uncertainly before he could see the person clearly.

He immediately beamed, "It's Ah Chen who's here, and he's bringing his wife and children."

"Uncle Pan." Fu Yanchen called with a smile.

Pan Yongjun washed his hands, took his glasses and put them on, "I wasn't wearing glasses just now. At first glance, I looked like you, but when I looked at a family of three, I thought it wasn't you. Look, what are you eating? It's still the same?"

Fu Yanchen looked at Zhong Qiao, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhong Qiao went to take a look at the ingredients being processed, "Just mutton skewers, butter and oysters, I'll bother uncle and aunt."

"No trouble." Pan Yongjun smiled with admiration, and said He glanced at Fu Yanchen approvingly.

Your boy has a good sense in choosing a wife.

Fu Yanchen: "..."

Zhong Qiao is well-born and gives people a bright and majestic feeling. People often praise her like this.

He cleared his throat and added, "Add another toasted bun and a glass of milk for the kids."

When Zhong Qiao returned to her seat, he introduced her, "This is my father's best friend during his lifetime, and he was also my uncle who was my neighbor when I was young . "

The original owner didn't know much about Fu Yanchen's past, and he didn't leave much memory for Zhong Qiao.

In the memory of the original owner, Fu Yanchen, who was known as the "Internet tycoon" by the outside world, actually had low academic qualifications. He only attended high school and then dropped out to work.

The original owner was arrogant and discriminated against Fu Yanchen because of his academic qualifications.

But Zhong Qiao has read the full text and has a more divine perspective than others.

She knew that Fu Yanchen did not forget to study on his own even after dropping out of school. Apart from the academic certificate, he learned no less than others.

In particular, his computer skills have reached the top ranks in the world. It is mentioned in the novel that Fu Yanchen's technology can be a boon to network security or the biggest hidden danger to network security.

Later, after he completely went dark, he single-handedly caused a considerable malignant impact on the world's network security.

Zhong Qiao cheered enthusiastically, "Uncle Pan and Aunt Pan are so kind, and I just checked out the ingredients in his store. They are really fresh."

Fu Yanchen nodded slightly in response.

When the skewers were cooked, Pan Yongjun and his wife sat over together.

Pan Yongjun looked at Fu Jiawen curiously, "I know you're married, but this is the first time I've seen you bring your wife and child out. This child looks so good."

Fu Jiawen politely called out, "Hello, grandparents."

"Hey! So do you. Good!" Looking at the facial features that resembled his friend's, Pan Yongjun couldn't help but sigh, "You look very much like your grandfather."

Fu Yanchen's face was moved when he mentioned his father.

His father was very warm and kind, and was very kind to his family and friends. Even though his life was not as satisfactory as he himself was, he often liked to bring kindness to others. If the neighbors had anything to do, he would be the first to rush to help. Always enthusiastic, without expecting anything in return.

Bad people who had done so many evil things were living happily, but a good person like his father was tortured by years of illness and eventually died young.

Fu Yanchen had a trace of compassion and hatred in his eyes.

Zheng Yanhong was not good at words. She sat aside and didn't say much. She just smiled at Zhong Qiao from time to time to express her friendliness.

She thinks Fu Yanchen's daughter-in-law is pretty and has a good temperament, but... she always feels like she's seen her somewhere before.

Suddenly, she remembered and stood up excitedly, pointing to the TV not far away, "Yanchen, is your wife a celebrity?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the TV.

Zhong Qiao not only saw her face, but also saw Ding Ningle.

This seems to be a historical drama with a female protagonist produced by the original owner. Ding Ningle was brought in by the original owner to play a supporting role.

At this time, what was playing on the TV was the scene between the original owner and Ding Ningle.

She frowned awkwardly.

The original owner's appearance was 80% similar to hers in her previous life, so this was the first time that Zhong Qiao showed such poor acting skills on her face.

From a professional perspective, Ding Ningle's acting skills are pretty good, and the original host didn't even take her role here.

Zhong Qiao replied, "Yes, this is a play that was performed early last year."

Zheng Yanhong praised it, "I really like watching this play. I watch it every day. I just told Lao Pan, The heroine of this drama is so beautiful."

"I think my mother is very beautiful too," Fu Jiawen said in agreement.

Zhong Qiao pursed his lips and smiled.

Fortunately, this topic was quickly covered up. Fu Jiawen, a pistachio, talked about kindergarten things in a childish way, making everyone laugh.

Zhong Qiao's cell phone on the table vibrated twice. She opened it and looked at it, then frowned.

Ying Hui: [I think I saw you. ]

She closed the screen and was too lazy to reply.

Two minutes later, another message was sent, [Are you on Qianmen Street? ]

She replied with two words in an extremely perfunctory manner: [No. ]

Ying Hui: [Oh, maybe I saw it wrong. From a distance, that person's facial features look a bit like yours. ]

Ying Hui: [Then where are you now? 】

If he weren't with the big guys right now, Zhong Qiao would have rolled his eyes.

She had encountered this "I think I saw you" chat routine many times.

And this is too fake. Why do her facial features look so similar to hers? She is a female star after all. Would she easily appear in the crowded Qianmen Street without wearing a mask?

Zhong Qiao: [What's the matter with you? ]

After a long while, Ying Hui: [...it's okay. 】

Zhong Qiao had an unlucky feeling of being harassed by an ambiguous person in front of him.

After she set Ying Hui to do not disturb, she glanced at Fu Yanchen.

...Why, she feels guilty.