My wife has always been timid

"..."

Su Qingcheng was suddenly at a loss for words, not only because of Fu Xiuyuan's words, but also because of his down-to-earth attitude at the moment. Is this still the aloof Master Fu?

"Fu Jinghao!"

The child in front had already been picked up, the teacher called out the child's name, Su Qingcheng immediately cast his gaze.

"At this!"

She raised her hand in agreement.

The little guy who was standing behind in high spirits waiting for the driver to claim him was startled for a moment, and suddenly looked towards the source of the sound as if he had been slapped with chicken blood.

Su Qingcheng slightly hooked her lips, revealing a gentle smile.

"Mommy..." The little guy looked at Su Qingcheng obsessively, and he completely lost the look of being dragged to the sky just now. It must be that he never dreamed that his mother would pick him up from the kindergarten in person.

When he reacted, he opened his arms in an instant and rushed over: "Mummy—"

The small figure rushed extremely fast, like a small firecracker, and suddenly rushed into Su Qingcheng's arms heavily, rubbing his little head in her arms with nostalgia.

You can see he misses it terribly.

Su Qingcheng felt a little warmth in his heart, rubbed his little head with a smile, and asked softly: "Baby, did you enjoy playing in the kindergarten today?"

"Happy." The little guy said and rubbed against her arms again.

Because his mother came to pick him up, the boring kindergarten seemed less difficult to accept.

"It's almost there." Fu Xiuyuan next to him said coolly, grabbed the child by the back collar, and pulled the child out of Su Qingcheng's arms with a dark face.

Rubbing in his wife's arms all the time made his heart burst into flames.

The driver next to him had already seen what his boss was thinking, held back a smile, and took the little guy understandingly: "Sir, is the young master with you or not?"

"Come with us." Su Qingcheng replied, after finally picking up the child, they must be together.

The driver nodded in agreement.

In this way, he would drive home with an empty car, and he would be able to relax for a day. The ghost knows how much he suffered on the way back when he came to pick up the little prince. Although the other party is just a child, it is such a child. Sitting in the back row of the car, the oppressive feeling made him dare not even take a breath.

Sometimes he didn't even dare to look in the rearview mirror, for fear of meeting a pair of murderous eyes.

Speaking of this, today is the first time he saw the little prince smiling like a normal child. It seems that the relationship between the little prince and Miss Qingcheng is really good.

"Fu Jinghao, is this your mother?" A little girl ran over and asked.

"Yes, my mother." Seeing someone asking about his mother, Fu Jinghao raised his face very proudly, patted his small chest and showed off: "How is it? My mother is beautiful, right?"

"It's so beautiful." The little girl couldn't help exclaiming, "Like a vixen."

Pfft... Su Qingcheng couldn't laugh or cry when he heard that, he didn't know whether he should be happy for being praised or depressed for being called a vixen.

Forget it, Tongyan Wuji.

The little girl must have praised her, looking like a vixen should be a top compliment!
The little girl in front of me is very lovable, chubby, wearing a pink dress, her big eyes are as black as two grapes, her small face is carved with jade, she looks full of luxury, I don't know where it is The little daughter raised by the family.

She was led by a young woman.

The woman is probably a nanny, dressed plainly, but she can't hide her gentle and soft features. Her face looks a little uncomfortable. It's a good thing for the child in her hand to communicate with her playmates happily, but she looks full of worry, as if she is in a hurry.

"Panpan, it's time to go home." The woman finally couldn't help but urge her.

When the little girl heard that she was going home, she was not very happy: "Mom, I don't want to go home..."

Mother?

Hearing this, Su Qingcheng looked at the woman in surprise. Is the woman in front of her the little girl's mother?How could such a delicate little girl have such a simple mother?
Dress like a nanny.

The woman seemed to have noticed the surprise in Su Qingcheng's eyes, her embarrassed face was reddish, and she didn't have the courage to look at Su Qingcheng, but she squatted down and said to the little girl seriously: "Be good, Dad is still waiting for us at home, we must hurry up go back……"

"Okay..." The little girl answered happily, pounding her head.

When the woman heard this, she picked up the little girl and left without looking back.

Before leaving, the woman glanced at Su Qingcheng cautiously. The glance was extremely complicated, and various emotions such as envy, longing, and yearning were intertwined. Finally, she was lonely and left without looking back.

He came and went quickly, and she didn't say a word, as if she had never appeared.

No presence.

But just now that glance was engraved into Su Qingcheng's eyes by accident, and that complicated look made her feel a little pity, pity for the longing in the woman's eyes, pity for the little girl who has a home but is unwilling to go back.

"Who are they..."

"Which one?" Fu Xiuyuan heard her whisper and asked with lowered eyes.

Su Qingcheng suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that he lost his mind and muttered out the doubts in his heart, and simply pointed to the mother and daughter who were getting into the car not far away: "They."

"……do not know."

Fu Xiuyuan answered decisively.

He really didn't know each other. If it was a man, he might have met him a few times in the mall, but it was obvious that the other party was a full-time mother who was obedient and disconnected from society.

The car on the opposite side had already started, and it didn't take long to drive away from the sight of the two of them.

The driver stared at the direction of the road where there was no shadow of the car, and suddenly remembered something, slapped the back of his head and said, "It seems that the little girl from the Qiu family played well with our little wife... the young master."

Oh?
Su Qingcheng immediately looked at Xiao Hao with great interest: "Honey, you and Little Sister Panpan are having a good time?"

The little guy blushed, and said rather awkwardly: "How can there be..."

Tsk... Su Qingcheng was amused by his small appearance, and his thoughts on teasing him were even stronger: "It looks good, otherwise why would this little face turn red? Huh?"

For a while, the little guy became popular, like a boiled lobster, begging for mercy: "Mommy..."

"Hahaha, it's okay, I won't tease you anymore." Su Qingcheng lovingly embraced the child in her arms, and kissed him lightly on his white and tender forehead.

"Speaking of the Qiu family, I have a little impression." Fu Xiuyuan said.

Su Qingcheng raised her eyebrows: "Oh?"

"If the little girl is the young daughter of the Qiu family, then if there is no accident, that woman is Qiu Shuyi's sister-in-law. Did you meet her when you went to the Qiu family?"

Su Qingcheng shook her head, "I only saw Qiu Shuyi when I went to Qiu's house that day."

"En." Fu Xiuyuan didn't have much reaction, he paused for two seconds before asking curiously: "Why do you care about these two irrelevant people? Are you interested in them?"

"Not really." Su Qingcheng thought for a while, "I feel that they are a little pitiful for some reason."

Pitiful?
Fu Xiuyuan laughed softly, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and he didn't know who he was mocking: "It's quite pitiful."

Oh?
Su Qingcheng instantly smelled gossip, how do you say this?