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

"Is the guest asleep?"

Xinyu spoke first, with a soft voice.

When Qing thought of Mu Yihang, her thoughts sank, and she moved closer to Xinyu, before murmuring in a low voice: "Sleeping."

"Well, did this guest say when he will leave?"

Qingyi buried herself in Xinyu's arms: "Mom, can I talk to you about another topic?"

"Another topic?"

"Well, I want to tell my mother about Fu..." At this point, Qing paused, and finally she still called him: "Uncle Fu."

"Mr. Fu?"

"Ah."

Xinyu was a little surprised: "Why would Qingyi want to talk about this person?"

"I just want to know... what is it like when Mom gets along with Uncle Fu?"

What kind of feeling?

Xinyu thought to himself: "I don't know either, I just find it very strange why I wrote down things about him in my notebook."

"Mom cares?"

"do not know."

What Xinyu said was true, she really didn't know.

"He seems to be a very special person, but if you really want to talk about it, what is so special, I don't seem to be able to say it, but there is a strange feeling in the dark."

Her words were very cautious, but it was such caution that made Qingyi's mind a little complicated.

Mom didn't completely forget, there was a concept in her subconscious mind.

"Does mother think it's a pity that she can't remember him?"

"Unfortunately, probably not."

What she said should be, the word "regret" seems a bit serious to her, Xin Yu thought.

Qing nodded, suddenly felt an unknown emotion flowing
But she couldn't go against what Mu Yihang said.

In the end, she still said, "Mom, there is something I want to tell you."

"What is it?" Her tone was very serious, but Xinyu didn't think deeply about it, just thought she was asking her to say something trivial.

"We might have to get out of here."

Xinyu froze, the bedside lamp was dim, but she couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes.

"what?"

Qingyi leaned into Xinyu's arms: "Mom, I want to live with my uncle Scotland. I don't like life here much."

Scotland?
Xinyu felt that he could not understand: "Why do you suddenly want to go to Scotland? Our life here is so good. We have our own flower shop. You are familiar with the environment here, and I am also familiar with the environment here. We just stay here Is it not good?"

Qingyi didn't dare to look at Xinyu, she lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "Does mom really want to leave here?"

"It's not that I don't really want to, I just think it's unnecessary."

"no need?"

"That's right, wouldn't it be nice to stay in a place I'm familiar with? Why does Haruichi want to leave here?"

In Xinyu's cognition, she is a person with poor receptivity. She has finally become familiar with everything now, and she can try to accomplish some things by herself. Letting her leave here now means that everything is in jeopardy. To start all over again, she was somewhat unacceptable. "

Qingyi probably knew what Xinyu was thinking, she was silent for a long time: "I understand that Mom doesn't want to leave, but Mom, we have to leave."

"Have to leave?"

Xinyu thought about this sentence, thinking of the guest who came suddenly: "Did that Mr. Mu ask you to say this, did he ask you to come and tell me that we should leave?"

Qingyi doesn't want to hide it anymore, she is just a child around her, and what she can bear is not complete: "Mom, uncle is kind to us, if it weren't for him, we wouldn't be able to live until now, and I can't do it to refuse him , I can't help it, I'm sorry mom, we really have to get out of here."

At the end, there was a hint of crying in her voice.

Xinyu felt uncomfortable all of a sudden, she stretched out her hand and hugged Qingyi: "Don't cry, Qingyi won't cry."

"Mom, Uncle Mu asked me to tell you that we are leaving tomorrow."

"Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Well, he said, after we leave everything here, he will take care of it. We have to leave tomorrow morning."

Xinyu didn't speak.

She originally thought that even if she really wanted to leave, there should be a little time buffer.

But it seems to be the case.

If it wasn't for leaving tomorrow morning, why would Qingyi tell her tonight? She would forget about it overnight.

Xinyu didn't speak for a long time.

When he spoke again, there was a hint of soothing Qingyi in his voice.

"Okay, Qingyi, don't cry, just go."

Sunny looked up at her.

She smiled: "Since Qingyi also said that Mr. Mu is kind to us, let's go."

"But Mom, are you reluctant to..."

Qingyi originally wanted to ask whether she would be reluctant to part with Fu Chengxun, but then she thought that her mother couldn't remember.

"Mom, do you have someone you are very reluctant to part with now?"

Xinyu thought of Mr. Fu whom he met in the afternoon: "No."

Qingyi was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, she felt that this was the best result.

At least in this way, my mother will not feel uncomfortable.

"Then we'll leave tomorrow morning."

"Ah."

"It's getting late, then mother go to bed early."

"Well, good night, sunny."

Qingyi closed her eyes and fell asleep. In the darkness, Xinyu sighed silently.

But in the end, this sigh followed her to sleep and was slowly forgotten.

……

The next day.

Fu Chengxun came to the flower shop in the afternoon, holding the gift he bought for Xinyu in his hand.

After stopping the car, as soon as Fu Chengxun got out of the car, he saw several people standing in the shop, moving the flowers from the shop to the car outside.

Fu Chengxun stopped, and he searched around, but he didn't see Simi, Xinyu.

"Where is the shopkeeper here?"

He grabbed a person and asked, his voice cold and bloodthirsty.

The man looked at him inexplicably: "The owner has transferred the shop, and now this shop is no longer a flower shop."

The shop owner transferred the shop?

Fu Chengxun only had this sentence in his heart.

How could it be, how could the shop be transferred all of a sudden?
He stood there in a daze for a long time, thinking of the address where he sent Xinyu to yesterday, got in the car, and drove away from the flower shop.

"Sir, the residents here have moved."

The landlord still heard the words, and the gift in Fu Chengxun's hand had already fallen to the ground.

The flower shop has changed, and people have moved.

All the changes made Fu Chengxun think it was like a dream.

But the fact is that his wife, his elegy, the person he finally lost and regained, once again quietly withdrew from her life.

If before, Fu Chengxun just let Su Ze slowly investigate who is behind this, then now, he is completely dealing with the edge of the outbreak.

When Su Ze called, Fu Chengxun had just finished calling Li Zeyao.