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

Mom can't remember now, so if one day, mom remembers it.

If you think about it, so what, at that time, how sad my mother must be.

Haruhi leaned on the table with her chin propped on one hand.Suddenly I want to ask: "Mom, what is the first thought in your heart when you see Uncle Fu today?"

Xinyu was writing seriously, when he heard Qingyi's words, he raised his head.

"What does Haruichi mean?"

"I just want to know what my mother is thinking."

Xinyu lowered her head and said nothing, Qingyi continued: "Does Mom really not want to leave here?"

"Leave here and go with that Mr. Fu?"

"Ah."

Xinyu held the pen with a serious expression on his face: "No."

"Then where is Uncle Mu?"

Qingyi's question caused Xinyu to fall into silence.

Qingyi didn't think much of it at first, but seeing her like this, she suddenly understood something.

"Mom thinks so."

"Ah."

"Because of Uncle Mu?"

"Yes, I always feel that he is too mysterious, and he is unwilling to tell me many things clearly. When I ask him many things, he is vague. This makes me feel a sense of fear inexplicably. Or in other words , I see him, I am repelled, even, I don't want him to exist in my life."

Qingyi probably understood.

"Then why didn't mom say anything when Uncle Mu asked?"

"It's not that I don't want to say it, it must be that I don't know how to speak. After all, in my current situation, our lives will be difficult if we leave. Maybe you still have to take care of me. I am reluctant, Qingyi, Mom wants to give you the best."

Qingyi's eyes were a little red.

"Mom said it all because of me."

Xinyu saw her reaction, and panicked for a while: "Why is Qingyi crying? This is just my idea. You are my child, and these are what I should have given you. I was slow to react, and I haven't done it before. When it’s good, you are the one who takes care of me, and I don’t want it to be too difficult for you in the future.”

Qingyi burst into tears, lying on Xinyu's lap, her voice choked up.

"Mom, I never thought it was difficult to take care of you. The kindness you gave me before I lost my memory is worth my whole life to be by your side without complaint or regret."

Qingyi will never forget that night two years ago.

At that time, she didn't have a name yet, and under the flyover in Prague was the place where she often stayed.

Because there are many pedestrians there, it helps her...beg.

That day, she stood there as always, and it was there that she met the lover of her life.

She indifferently watched the passers-by pass by one after another, and suddenly a woman stood in front of her.

"What's your name."

"I don't have a name."

"where is your family?"

"I have no family."

"Really? After that, I'll be your family. Let's warm each other up, shall we?"

……

To this day, Qingyi still clearly remembers the warmth she felt when Xinyu's hand fell warmly on his palm.

It was also from that moment that she knew that in this life, she had finally found someone who was willing to love her and want her.

"Mom, the warmth you gave me, the identity you gave me, and the name you gave me are the most precious things to me. I should take care of you."

Xinyu put his hand on Qingyi's back, and patted it regularly.

Finally she spoke, with a calm voice, "Although I can't remember those memories of the past, but now it seems that those pasts are very important to me and to you."

"It's very important, so mom, don't do this, think about everything for me, if you want to leave, we will leave."

Xinyu looked at Qingyi: "It seems difficult to leave."

After all, there is still a difference between her and normal people. Qingyi is just a child after all.

How could they leave like this?

Qingyi is very sensible, and she probably knew what Xinyu said.

"It's okay, Mom. I have money. I have saved a lot of what Uncle Mu gave me in the past few years. If you really want to leave, we can take the money and leave for the time being. Think of ways to."

Xinyu was silent.

She is hesitating.

But in the end, under Qingyi's expectant gaze, she finally nodded.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Xinyu and Qingyi went downstairs together, and accidentally saw Mu Yihang politely.

After deciding to record things every day last night, Xinyu decided to read the previous notes every morning.

So, the moment she saw Mu Yihang, she politely called out: "Mr. Mu."

Mu Yihang didn't think much about it, he just thought it was Qingyi who told her.

"Ayu, you're hungry, let's go and have breakfast."

He said, reaching out his hand very naturally, wanting to hold her hand.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Xinyu moved his hand back first.

Mu Yihang's outstretched hand just stayed there for a long time.

After a few seconds, he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and looked at Xinyu: "Is Ah Yu in a bad mood? Didn't sleep well last night?"

Qing looked at Mu Yihang carefully, for fear that he would get angry.

"Mom has a cold. She has been in this state since she woke up this morning. Don't worry about it, Uncle Mu."

"Cold?" Although Mu Yihang minded, he still cared about Xinyu.

"Are you all right? I'll ask the doctor to take a look at it at noon."

Sunny nodded.

Although what I said just now was an excuse, there is also truth. For example, Xinyu really had a cold.

Perhaps it was because of too many thoughts last night, or maybe it was because of the sudden change in the weather in Scotland. In short, Xinyu, who has not had a cold for a long time, has been feeling a little uncomfortable since waking up, and has continued to have a low-grade fever.

After breakfast, Mu Yihang didn't go out.

Instead, he called the doctor.

Xinyu only had a low-grade fever, and the doctor gave him an antipyretic injection before falling asleep.

However, Mu Yihang stayed by his side all the time and did not go to the Scottish branch again.

"Uncle, why don't you go to the company, as long as I'm here."

"No need."

Mu Yihang sat on the edge of the bed without moving.

Qingyi wanted to say something, but seeing Mu Yihang's attitude was so firm, she had no choice but to leave the bedroom in the end.

……

Downstairs in the villa, Fu Chengxun was wearing a white shirt and black trousers.

He has a stern face, and even the simplest outfit makes people feel that the noble aura of this person cannot be ignored.

When the servant came to tell Qingyi about Fu Chengxun's arrival for the fifth time, Qingyi still couldn't help standing up.

"Uncle Fu."

Standing opposite, Haruichi was polite and polite.

Fu Chengxun hummed very lightly: "Where's your mother?"