It's not too late to love: Young Master Fu spoils his wife with strength

"I'm taking her home."

There was a thunder on the ground, and Qingyi's expression changed the moment he said those words.

"This uncle, you have a wife and you want to take my mother home. You don't want to enjoy the blessings of everyone, do you?"

Fu Chengxun: "..."

He had an intuition that the blessing of Qiren here is not a commendatory word, and as expected, Qing came up with one sentence: "My mother doesn't want to share a man with other women."

Fu Chengxun sorted out his thoughts and tried to make his statement clearer: "I'm not the kind of person you think. What I said to bring her home is to bring her back to our home."

"our home?"

Qingyi stared at Fu Chengxun with big grape-like crystal clear eyes, as if waiting for him to continue talking.

Fu Chengxun was silent for a while, and finally decided to start from two years ago.

"Two years ago, my wife and I separated for some reason. I was not with her at the time. After she knew something, she left alone. I have been looking for her since I found out, but I have never found her. For two years, I even made the worst plan, maybe I will never see her again in this life, but just some time ago, I saw her."

Although Fu Chengxun didn't take the most direct way, the sensitive words in his words had already made Qingyi make a very bold guess.

"Your behavior on the first day was real, my mother..."

Her tone of voice was a bit difficult, as if she couldn't accept it: "My mother is really your wife?"

Fu Chengxun nodded: "Yes, she is my wife. In a sense, you should also call me Dad."

Qingyi lowered her head, her slightly curly hair blocked part of her expression.

Fu Chengxun didn't have much contact with her, so he couldn't guess what she was thinking for a while.

He continued in a low voice: "What I said to her every day is true. She is my wife, and hibiscus was indeed a flower that she liked very much. I buy a bunch of flowers every day, and it is true. In some way to ask for her forgiveness. Even in this way, compared to the past injuries, it is insignificant."

No matter how precocious Qing repeatedly matures, she is still just a child.

The words Fu Chengxun said contained so much information that she never knew what to say after hearing those words.

"What did you ever do to your mother?"

This is the only thing Qingyi wants to know.

What happened in the past to make her mother become what she is now.

Fu Chengxun was silent, time passed by, and he finally said: "Because of a misunderstanding, I sent her to prison, and then killed her most important friend by mistake."

Qingyi's face was full of disbelief: "What did you say, you actually..."

In Qingyi's perception, prison, death, these words are very scary.

It was hard for her to imagine that her mother had ever experienced this.

She was suddenly angry: "You have done so many cruel things to my mother, what right do you have to appear here again, in front of my mother?"

"The past is in the past. I have done many things that I am sorry to her. In the days to come, I will make it up to her."

"Make it up? Uncle, as a child, I feel that once the injury is done, it will be an indelible pain in this life, not to mention that you have done so many wrong things to my mother. Uncle, do you think this can make up for it? "

She spoke every word directly.

Fu Chengxun looked at the defensive Qingyi, his thin lips moved slightly

"Maybe what I said made you angry, but I'm sorry, every word I said is true. I am married to your mother, I love her, and even though there is a lot of pain between us. I still love her, she is the one I am reluctant to let go of in the future."

Sunny's face was tense.

"My mother doesn't even remember you."

"unimportant."

This is Fu Chengxun's answer: "The past made her so sad, so sad, she doesn't want to remember, it doesn't matter. I can forget with her, I can do it, and treat our getting along as a new getting along every day. "

"Don't you feel tired?" Qing asked subconsciously.

"My mother can't remember anything. Don't you feel tired in this situation? With her, no matter what you let her remember the day before, she will completely forget it the next day. For her, you have always Just a stranger."

"For me, being able to be by her side is the most important point. Once I lost her, two years made me feel like a year."

Qingyi didn't know if it was because she was young, or because of something else.

She always felt that the man who said her mother was his wife was very contradictory.

"From your words, you seem to love my mother very much. But why? Since you love him, why did you hurt her so much?"

Fu Chengxun didn't want to mention Qin Sixuan at first, but since Qing asked him, he wouldn't choose to hide it.

"I have many other things with your mother. At the beginning, I didn't love your mother."

Sunny will know.

"You love someone else?"

"Yes, that person's name is Qin Sixuan."

"I knew that my mother was hurt by you. Now you are talking about this, uncle. I don't know whether my mother will forgive you, but at least with me, I don't have the right to help my mother make decisions."

"So it doesn't make any sense for you to tell me this." Qingyi said, pointing in the direction of the door: "But as a daughter, I have to protect my mother from harm, so I hope that no matter what uncle does in the future, Whatever you say, please take care of my mother's emotions."

An accident flashed across Fu Chengxun's dark eyes, he thought the child would tell him not to contact Xinyu in the future.

"I will."

This is the promise given by Fu Chengxun.

Until Xinyu recovers the memory of the part that belongs to the elegy, he will not take the initiative to mention a word that should not be mentioned.

If she remembers those things, he will bear them with her. If she can't remember them all the time, that's okay, he will forget them with her.

Sunny is very depressed.

Although he felt that it was inappropriate to say these words, he still couldn't help but said: "Uncle, my mother may really never remember it for the rest of her life, and she will never be able to return to a normal life."

Fu Chengxun's thin lips pulled into a shallow smile: "So what, for me, reunion is the greatest gift."

"Even though my mother may really forget you all her life and treat you as a stranger all her life?"

Fu Chengxun felt a little pain in his heart, but he maintained that smile on his face.