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

"Master Mu should want to meet me soon."

"Mr. Fu, have you figured out how to deal with it?"

"It's just a Mu family. If Mu Yihang insists on doing this, then I will definitely pay any price."

Su Ze naturally understood.

"Then do you need to take the initiative to contact Mu Yihang?"

"Contact Mu Yihang?"

Fu Chengxun snorted coldly.

"It doesn't make any sense for me to contact him at this time."

Su Ze was silent for a second: "What does Boss Fu mean?"

"Two years have passed, if he would simply explain and tell me the news of the elegy, it would not be what it is now."

Su Ze probably understood what Fu Chengxun meant.

Because Mu Yihang would not compromise easily, that's why he came to find the old man of the Mu family.

Mu Yihang acted rashly and thought deeply.

As far as Mu Yihang is concerned, it is very difficult to change his decision.

But behind Mu Yihang is the Mu family, the old man of the Mu family who has always been thoughtful.

Back then, the matter between Mu Nanxi and Fu Chengxun's father.

Mr. Mu lost his daughter, but Mr. Mu did not find Fu Chengxun in the end.

At least Mr. Mu's considerations are comprehensive.

It was so then, and it is so now.

……

Scotland.

Scottish cottage.

Qingyi was walking in the garden, not far away, Xinyu was looking at the hibiscus flowers in the yard.

It's been a while since I came here, generally speaking, Qingyi still likes this place very much, especially this villa.

Sunshine and vitality are incorporated into Scottish architecture, and more rustic and warm colors are adopted to make the facade of the building bright and eye-catching without being overly ostentatious.

This place is much bigger than where they lived before, and the conditions are much better.

Uncle Mu's family should be very good, from his care for them and the things he gave them over the years.

For example, if the current villa is not worth over [-] million yuan, how could they buy such a villa for their mother and daughter in this place.

Thinking of this, Qingyi couldn't help thinking of another person.

Fu Chengxun, who hadn't heard from him since the farewell to Prague.

He is my mother's husband, and he used to go to the flower shop every day in Prague, so what happened after they left?
Did he ask where they went?Do you feel sad and sad that you can't find them?

When she came to Scotland, she didn't have any more worries. They still lived peacefully and comfortably without any worries as they did in Prague.

Mom is still the same as usual, unable to remember anyone or anything except her.

Sometimes she even thinks, maybe mother's state is very good, she can't remember the past, can't remember the people she met, for her, every day is a new beginning.

In this way, there will be no trouble, no sadness.

"Sunny one."

At the moment when Qingyi was absent-minded, Xinyu had come to her with a hibiscus flower at some point.

"Look, this flower is blooming beautifully, I give it to you."

She was very happy, Qingyi stretched out her hand to take it.

"thanks Mom."

Xinyu sat down beside her, in front of him was the notebook left before he got up.

"What was Qingyi thinking just now? I stood there and called Qingyi several times, but Qingyi didn't hear me."

"I didn't think about it, maybe my mother's voice is too low."

There's no need to tell mom about those annoying things, Qing thought.

"Really?" Xinyu smiled, lowered his head and began to read the contents of the notebook.

This is something she has often done since coming to Scotland.

"Mom seems to like reading notebooks especially during this time."

Xinyu hummed: "There are things I recorded in the notebook, I like to read them."

"Is there something on this that mom cares about?"

"I don't care, I just want to know what was important to me in the previous days."

While looking at the contents of the notes, Xinyu said, his words were a little slow.

Qingyi didn't speak, and in her hand was the comic book that Mu Yihang bought for her yesterday.

"Has Mom ever thought about recording everything that happens every day in a notebook?"

"what?"

"I mean, if mom has someone or something she wants to remember in particular, she can write it down in a notebook."

Xinyu frowned: "People or things?"

Sunny nodded.

"But I don't seem to have anything to record."

It was morning, so she naturally had no memory.

Haruichi's eyes accidentally fell on the comic book, thinking about today's task.

"That's right, it's okay if mom doesn't record it. Anyway, the important things are just a few things. I can tell mom."

As she spoke, she began to do what she would repeat every morning since she came to Scotland.

"Mom, this is Scotland. The place we are now is our home. There is another person living with us. His name is Mu Yihang, and I call him Uncle Mu. He likes and loves my mother. But mother, you It's not a husband and wife relationship with him, the house we live in is also his."

"Is this something I have to remember?"

Qingyi thought for a while: "That's pretty much what it means. Mom just needs to remember that there is Uncle Mu."

Uncle Mu?
Xinyu looked away from the notebook, thought about her words, and said, "Qingyi just said that the gentleman loves me, so what about me, do I love that gentleman?"

Qingyi was silent for a while: "I don't love you."

"do not love?"

"Correct."

Qingyi answers this question every day.

Her mother has always been the same. After talking about Uncle Mu every morning, this is the first question she asks.

At the beginning, Qingyi didn't know how to answer this question, but day after day, for several days in a row, she suddenly understood.

Mom doesn't love Uncle Mu, whether it's the forgotten past or the ongoing days.

Getting along under the same roof, my mother has always been polite and polite to Uncle Mu, and never had a moment of superfluous affection.

Love or not love is actually very obvious.

Xinyu breathed out, and for some reason, she felt inexplicably relieved when she heard this.

"Yeah, okay, I remember."

"Well, that's what I want to tell my mother. You can go on and read your notes."

Xin Yu replied, and then looked at his notebook.

Time passed slowly in such a comfortable way.

The mother and daughter looked at their own things.

Suddenly, Xinyu raised the notebook: "Qingyi, why is there a page missing in my notebook?"

While asking, she handed the notebook to Seiichi.

Qingyi looked at the notebook with obvious traces of torn pages, and for a moment, her eyes darkened.

For Qingyi, she didn't know what happened to Uncle Mu and Uncle Fu about her mother's past.