Doctor Fu's trap is too gentle

"I didn't move around." Meng Qingqing smiled, "Don't worry, darling will be fine."

Fu Shubai was startled, and suddenly understood what she meant.

She was comforting him.

When Fu Shubai was bored, he thought it was very funny. He helplessly glanced at Meng Qingqing's hand on his lap, "Qingqing, not only will you not be able to comfort me like this, but... it will make me unable to drive. .”

Meng Qingqing looked at it in astonishment.

She didn't pay much attention, subconsciously...

It's just that this man, at this moment, still can't forget that kind of thing?

Meng Qingqing suddenly felt amused.

The originally tense atmosphere gradually relaxed.

After more than an hour, the car arrived at Fuyuan.

At this time, the night was getting dark, and Meng Qingqing couldn't help but feel a little headache, this old man Fu, would really make trouble for her and Fu Shubai, take him away, darling, but it was chosen at this time.

After a tiring day, Meng Qingqing can forget it, but Fu Shubai still has to drive.

Isn't this torturing people on purpose!
Fu Garden.

The lights were very bright. Meng Qingqing came here a few hours ago, but she came again, and she was still forced to help her both times.

Meng Qingqing felt aggrieved.

But her son was still in the hands of the other party, so she dared not speak out.

"Let's go." Fu Shubai took her hand and walked towards Fu Garden.

As soon as they walked to the door, the old butler seemed to know that they would come, and had already guarded there.

"Master, you are finally here."

"Hmm." Fu Shubai's face was cold and indifferent, showing no emotion or eagerness, just like an ordinary grandson who went home to visit grandpa, he asked casually, "Where is grandpa?"

"The master is playing with the young master in the living room. It's the first time I saw him. The master is so happy. You, the master..."

The old butler still wanted to talk about the housework, but Fu Shubai impatiently led Meng Qingqing into the living room.

In the living room, Mr. Fu was holding in his arms a boy who was obedient, and the little guy was not afraid. Opposite Mr. Fu was Jiang Nuanyu with a smile on his face.

Jiang Nuanyu teased Guaiguai, and smiled at Fu Lao: "Grandpa, Guaiguai looks like Xiaobai."

"It's quite similar." Fu Lao nodded carefully, then raised his eyes, and saw Fu Shubai and Meng Qingqing, not surprised at all, raised his sparse white eyebrows, "Xiaobai is here?"

"Grandpa." He nodded.

Mr. Fu sneered, "Why, your son is in my hands, so you are willing to call me grandpa?"

Fu Shubai remained silent.

Meng Qingqing looked obedient, with a nervous expression on her face. She had some feelings about Mr. Fu's ruthless methods, so how could she not be worried?

But at this moment, seeing that Guaiguai was intact, she felt relieved a little.

After all, the other party was still Fu Shubai's grandfather, and she didn't do anything to Guaiguai, so she couldn't show her nervousness too obviously.

Mr. Fu looked at her, "Miss Meng, I think you are very nervous, what, are you afraid that I will do something to your son?"

"Grandpa, that's Qingqing's son. My son was taken away by someone for no reason, so of course I'd be nervous." After Fu Shubai finished speaking, he let go of her hand, walked over, and stretched out his hand towards Xiaoguai, "Daddy hug."

Mr. Fu snorted forcefully, "Fu Shubai, how dare you say that your grandfather is someone else?"

He lowered his eyes and looked at Guaiguai in his arms, only to see that the little guy's eyes hesitated, his little brows frowned, and he seemed unwilling to be hugged by Fu Shubai. Fu Lao suddenly felt very happy, "Fu Shubai, it seems that your son doesn't like you at all. Why don't you let him stay at Fu's house for a few more days?"