Young master, your vest fell off

Situ Han chuckled, "Then what should I be like?"

Fu Miaomiao stared at Situ Han's evil face, "Don't you like me? You are not jealous when someone protects your wife so much? What if that Mr. Bing plots against me?"

Situ Han: "..."

It is indeed a conspiracy.

He raised his hand and pulled Fu Miaomiao into his arms, "I'm really jealous, but to me, your safety is the most important thing."

Fu Miaomiao's brows were lightly knotted, with a confused look on his face, "Who do you think this Mr. Bing is? It's so mysterious, Li Nian told me that it might be Uncle Xiang, but even if Uncle Xiang is protecting me, It will also be upright, there is no need to be so mysterious."

Situ Han looked down at her, "Uncle Xiang?"

Never heard her mention this person.

Fu Miaomiao nodded, "Well, a friend of my mother's is actually only ten years older than me. I'm used to calling him uncle. Now I'm in Italy and haven't been back for several years. My grandfather's company is He helped manage it."

Situ Han didn't take that "Uncle Xiang" seriously, "Don't think about it too much, if Mr. Bing is really plotting something wrong, you won't have to wait so long."

"They have handed over the management of the company to me. Of course they are not plotting against me. I was just talking about it. I am very grateful to Mr. Bing in my heart. It would be great if I could meet him." Fu Miaomiao's beautiful pair of Taohua's eyes are full of yearning.

She turned around and straddled Situ Han's lap, "Also, I went looking for Xie Dong today, but I couldn't find it. I think Mr. Bing made the move. I really want to meet that person and say thank you to him in person. .”

"What kind of person do you think he will be? Could it be an old grandfather, with white hair and a big beard, or he is too ugly to come out to see me, but I am not that kind People who judge people by their appearance, probably because Mr. Bing doesn't know me very well."

"I asked him today if he likes me, but I don't think so. If he likes me, he will definitely do something to you. How could he not know that I am married, but you are safe until now. What is his intention for me?"

Situ Han: "..."

Grandpa...

looks too ugly...

He rubbed Fu Miaomiao's little head vigorously with his big palm, "Okay, don't think too much about it."

"I'm just curious, don't think about it anymore, hurry up and cook, I'm hungry." Fu Miaomiao urged, leaving Situ Han's embrace.

"Okay, what do you want to eat tonight?" Situ Han said as he walked to the kitchen.

Fu Miaomiao thought for a while, "I want to eat pot-packed meat, can you do it?"

"Yes, of course."

You can learn even if you don’t.

Situ Han is very confident in his cooking skills now, and he can learn it as soon as he learns it.

Fu Miaomiao got up and followed, laughing, "You really know how to do it? Tell me, what good deeds did I do in my previous life to marry you in this life? The cooking is so delicious, and the person is good-looking. The most important thing is to be obedient. , and the performance on the bed, I am quite satisfied, the figure is still so good..."

Fu Miaomiao babbled a lot, and couldn't help rubbing oil on Situ Han's perky buttocks.

She felt that she had really found a treasure.

Situ Han: "..."

Is she really a woman?

"Actually, you are pretty good too. You look pretty, treat me well, have a great figure, and most importantly, I am also very satisfied."

Fu Miaomiao and Situ Han lingered all night, and came to the company the next day a little tired.

Jian Qin followed her out of the elevator.

Hearing footsteps, Fu Miaomiao looked back at Jian Qin and asked curiously, "Did you just come or have you been around me all the time, even working at night?"

Jian Qin lowered her head, her voice seemed cold without any human emotion, "Boss, I just went to work."

Fu Miaomiao nodded, without saying anything, turned and entered the office.

Li Nian greeted Jian Qin with a smile, got up and followed Fu Miaomiao in, reporting on today's itinerary.

Afterwards, Li Nian said again: "Boss, Jian Qin is really cool, with the words 'cool' written all over his face, I don't want to talk."

Fu Miaomiao smiled faintly, "It's because of her personality, doesn't she talk to you outside?"

Li Nian shook his head.

Fu Miaomiao responded lightly, and Li Nian went out to work.

Ring...

A cell phone rang at this moment.

Fu Miaomiao took out her mobile phone from her bag, saw the word "Aunt Lan" displayed on the screen, and paused slightly.

Qu Lan called her early in the morning, did something happen?

She immediately connected the phone, "Hello, Aunt Lan..."

Qu Lan's deep voice came, "Miaomiao, do you have time now? I have something important to tell you about your mother."

Fu Miaomiao's expression became solemn, she answered, hung up the phone, got up and went out immediately.

"Boss, where are you going?" Li Nian stood up and asked.

Jian Qin also stood up.

"I'll go out for a while, and I'll put off my work in the morning." Fu Miaomiao said as she walked towards the elevator.

Jian Qin followed immediately.

Fu Miaomiao drove the car and brought Jian Qin to the meeting place with Qu Lan, and asked Jian Qin to wait nearby while she entered the tea room.

Qu Lan has arrived.

There were only the two of them in the tea room.

Fu Miaomiao closed the door, walked over quickly, sat down opposite Qu Lan, and cut straight to the point, "Aunt Lan, what do you want to tell me?"

Qu Lan frowned slightly, took out a diary from her bag, and handed it to Fu Miaomiao, you can read it for yourself.

Fu Miaomiao immediately took it over and opened it.

The diary was written in her mother's handwriting, and she recognized it at a glance.

It records mother's daily life, which are all trivial things.

Fu Miaomiao browsed quickly...

Qu Lan walked over, took the diary, found a page, and handed it to Fu Miaomiao again, "You can start reading from here."

Fu Miaomiao glanced at Qu Lan, did not speak, and continued to read her mother's diary with her head down.

It said that Mom found out that Dad had a woman outside.

That woman is Zhang Min.

Going forward, my mother's mood became more and more depressed, and in the end, it was already...already...

Qu Lan felt the repressed aura around Fu Miaomiao, and said silently: "Miaomiao, your mother seems to be suffering from depression."

Fu Miaomiao clutched the diary tightly, her heart trembling.

Qu Lan patted Fu Miaomiao's shoulder lightly, and said softly, "I found this diary in your father's bedroom. Your father doesn't seem to know it exists."

"After mom left, he cleaned up mom's things." Fu Miaomiao's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the cold hell.

Qu Lan held Fu Miaomiao's shoulder, "Miaomiao..."

Fu Miaomiao turned her head to meet Qu Lan's worried gaze, "My mother committed suicide."