Don't marry a wealthy family: My wife just wants to start a career

It takes two hours to travel from Beijing to Anyang by plane.

Fu Shiqiu's private plane was parked at the small airport, and they arrived in the east of the city after crossing the city road for an hour.

Murong Xincheng happened to wake up too, but he obviously didn't get enough sleep, but he accepted that he couldn't escape.

He was very cooperative when he got off the car and boarded the plane, and continued to sleep on the plane without saying a word.

Fu Shiqiu followed him step by step, and he didn't know whether he was afraid that something would happen to the other party's drowsiness, or he just wanted to follow.

Three and a half hours later, they finally arrived at Anyang Airport.

"How much longer?" Murong Xincheng shifted to the luxury car again in a daze, and slept all the way, but his eyes became even redder.

Now looking at the familiar street scene outside the car, he asked lazily.

"15 minutes."

After Fu Shiqiu answered, he opened the thermos beside him and handed it over.

"Drink this."

The yam pork ribs and millet porridge are steaming with warm smoke.

This is Murong Xincheng's favorite porridge, and I don't know when Fu Shiqiu bought it on the road.

Murong Xincheng smelled a familiar scent, he basically didn't eat anything in the past two days, and the hunger instantly eroded his stomach.

But the most frightening thing was that the heart, which had been barely repaired in three hours, appeared cracks at the same time, and he cursed secretly, "No, I'm not hungry, thank you."

After finishing speaking, he rubbed his messy hair and yawned again.Closing his eyes, he continued to tilt his head against the door, and his voice was out of tune as always, "Call me if you are in trouble, thank you."

Thank you
He is not such a polite person.

Fu Shiqiu didn't say anything, and put the thermos back, "Okay."

It's not far by car. Linjiang Villa is near the city center. It takes 15 minutes to drive on the expressway and you will arrive after the last traffic light.

"Ashin."

Fu Shiqiu spit out these two words like a demon, then opened his mouth, paused, and found that the other party didn't seem to hear, so he simply omitted the address, and raised his voice once, "Here we are, wake up."

Murong Xincheng rubbed his eyes in a daze, and stretched as if belatedly.

The driver lowered the sound insulation panels, and the 13 Linjiang villas were right in front of their eyes.

"It's right here, thank you."

Murong Xincheng directly opened the door on his side, said something to himself, and got out of the car without waiting for Fu Shiqiu to speak.

Fu Shiqiu felt as if a thorn had been planted in his heart, sore and painful, but he was the one who caused this situation.

normal friend.
Ordinary friends should be polite, thank you for everything?

The psychiatrist expressed doubts about his professionalism, which is the kind of thing that can be clearly analyzed in a textbook, and he began to be unsure.

Not knowing what he was in a daze for, the car door was opened from the outside.

The two pear dimples at the corners of the little girl's mouth are very sweet, a pair of beautiful big eyes are slightly hooked, the eyelashes are long and slightly raised, and the cherry mouth is a little red. She must have just eaten some fruit, and the sweet smell hits her face.

For a moment, Fu Shiqiu saw the outline of Qin Baiyu on the face of the little girl, at least six or seven points similar.

"Hi Uncle, Cancan is here to pick you up."

"Okay." Fu Shiqiu responded.

He got out of the car and saw Su Ran standing beside the car, pointed at Cancan, "Is this your newborn daughter?"

Su Ran: "."

"Uncle, Aunt Ranran is not Cancan's mother, come with me, I will take you to see my mother."

Cancan took Fu Shiqiu's hand and Su Ran's hand very familiarly, "Let's go, auntie."

"Aunt." Fu Shiqiu thought for a while, Qin Baiyu has a sister, but he didn't know about it.

"Papa Fu!!"

The familiar address of the little girl brought back Fu Shiqiu's thoughts, and the sound of rattling soles rubbing against the floor moved from far to near.

Fu Shiqiu's thoughts were drawn to his eyes at once, his senses seemed to return to two years ago, they were at home, they lived together.

but now……

Jiaojiao, stopped.

After Murong Xincheng yelled a word, she stopped in fear.