My wife has always been timid

In the bedroom behind them, the sound of suppressed and mournful weeping was faintly heard, and the dignified atmosphere was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds.

Patriarch Fu has passed away.

The old man who had been tough all his life had been lying on the bed for several years, but after all, he could not withstand the cycle of birth and aging of human beings, and left the world forever.

All the people who could guard in the hall were human beings. After hearing the cries from the bedroom, they all covered their faces and wept. Sad emotions filled the huge hall for a while.

As for how many people really cried for Mr. Fu, it is unknown.

"The old Patriarch has gone west with the crane, and the memorial service will be held tomorrow. The younger generations don't need to be too sad, please mourn." After Gao Shu finished his speech, he bent down and bowed to everyone in the hall.

Uncle Gao has been by the old man's side for decades, apart from Fu Xiuyuan, he is the most qualified to come forward.

After Uncle Gao's voice fell, those Yingying and Yanyan cried even more emotionally, it really looked like they had lost a very important relative.

There was light in their eyes, and they used sadness to cover up the greed and excitement in their hearts.

Excited about what?
Naturally, the old Patriarch's departure, the rebellion that should be rebelled, the inheritance that should be divided.

Fu Xiuyuan's deep eyes swept over all kinds of crying faces, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar little figure in front of the window from the corner of his eye, and his expression paused slightly.

The girl was wearing a long black dress and sitting on a European-style sofa chair, playing with a mobile phone in her hand, her eyes seemed to be naturally indifferent. Compared with the other crying people, her face was extraordinarily calm. Dyeing, it makes people feel a lot more comfortable.

Seeing this scene, Fu Xiuyuan's previously frowning brows relaxed.

Ignoring those who were pretending to cry in the hall, he whispered a few instructions to the people around him, and walked towards the girl.

Su Qingcheng was still sitting in the sofa chair with a calm expression on her face. Seeing the man raise his foot to look at her, she also put down the mobile phone that she had been playing with all the time, and stood up unhurriedly while propping the arm of the sofa.

"Why did you come here?"

A low and steady voice rang in her ears. As soon as she stood up, her waist was wrapped in the man's warm palms. Fu Xiuyuan turned sideways slightly, and his tall figure blocked the unkind eyes of those people in the hall looking at her.

The feeling of being protected enveloped her whole body, and she naturally hid in the man's arms.

"Here, your little follower said that you are in danger in the Fu family, and he insists on coming back to guard you, so I will follow along to see you." She winked in Kong Ang's direction, with a tone of complaint .

Oh?
When Fu Xiuyuan heard this, his indifferent gaze swept over to Kong Ang who was at the side.

Kong Ang scratched the back of his head, and stood aside obediently.

Fu Xiuyuan didn't say a word, took the girl's hand, rubbed her small hand in his palm, gently pulled her long hair behind her ears with his fingertips, and comforted in a low voice: "He is the one who is scaring me, don't use it next time." Listen to him."

Ok.

Su Qingcheng shrugged, and she promised that there would be no next time.

"However, are you sure you just stopped by to see? Do you care about me?" Fu Xiuyuan bowed his head next to her ear, whispering to her ear.

Su Qingcheng's face turned red instantly.

No, not at all.

Mother Fu, who had just come out of the old man's room, frowned when she saw the young men and women flirting with each other regardless of the occasion, but endured it because there were too many people.

"Boss, you should divide the inheritance of the old man according to his last words."

Although she didn't clearly express her dissatisfaction, Mother Fu interrupted the two people who seemed to be stuck together, and gave them a warning look.

Su Qingcheng received that look, and knew that she was making this lady dislike her again.

Ever since Mrs. Fu broke her face, they have never met each other without tit for tat. She was deliberately angry with each other, and Fu Xiuyuan held her hand. look.

Mother Fu's face turned green.

She looked at Su Qingcheng pretending to be innocent in Fu Xiuyuan's arms, and she ground her molars, but she had no choice but to stare at Su Qingcheng directly.

"There's no rush about the inheritance."

I don't know who in the crowd said.

The woman's voice sounded sad, but it couldn't hide her greed and expectation: "The inheritance is dead, and it's all trivial matters. I wonder if the old patriarch has established a new patriarch?"