Ma'am, don't be greedy, Mr. Fu brings hundreds of billions and children to marry

Fu Zhaochen's words undoubtedly poked a hole in the Fu family's sky.

Chen Yuze and Fu Chen were both stunned.

Fu Zhaochen stopped beating people and came to his senses, realizing that he had said the wrong thing.

Sheng Yiheng closed his eyes almost in despair, and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Fu, Uncle Chen, and Zhaochen have done a paternity test. The child is not his."

"Yi Ruoxu didn't know that the child was not Zhaochen's. Yi Ruo is responsible for this matter!"

Sheng Yiheng's chest felt tight and he lowered his voice, "If you can't accept it, it doesn't matter if they separate or get divorced. The Sheng family can support Yiruo and their children."

After saying that, Sheng Yiheng patted Fu Zhaochen on the shoulder, "You should also consider what I said. It's boring to torture yourself all the time."

After the farce ended, Chen Yuze left the Fu family with the baby's hair. Before that, Fu Chen sent someone to take Chen Jingxu to the hospital.

No one knew what happened except those at the scene.

When Qi Yao found Fu Zhaochen sitting and smoking in the back garden, he glanced at Fu Zhaochen's bruised hands and said, "Tsk, did you drop it while going to the toilet?"

"Tell me earlier and I can help you."

Qi Yao grinned with his big white teeth, but Fu Zhaochen was in no mood to joke with him, "Go away, go find Xiao Fei, don't dazzle in front of my eyes, I'm dizzy!"

Qi Yao didn't know why, "I'll send my parents home first. My mother is very happy today. She won money when she saw it."

Fu Chen still saw off Sheng Jinyan and Rong Lin decently, and then Ning Chu, Chen Junhan and Ning Chu.

She was still apologizing to Fu Chen before getting in the car, "That unintentional Yuze left early because the company had something to do. Fu Chen, I'm sorry, I ruined your fun."

Fu Chen smiled bitterly, "No, go back and rest early. Jun Han, take good care of your mother, and we will meet again another day."

Then came the Zhilin family.

Chen Wanning left in the middle of her meal, saying that a bar cannot live without people.

He didn't have much interest. When the show was over, he asked his father to persuade his mother, Lin Xiaocheng, to go home and rest.

After everyone left, Fu Chen went to settle down at Nanyi.

After washing up, Nan Yi looked at Fu Chen who was still waiting to wash up and change into pajamas.

"Why don't you change your clothes? You've been tired all day and don't want to sleep?"

Fu Chen lied, "I haven't interfered with Zhaochen Jiangcheng Company's affairs since he came back. I'll have a chat with him before going to bed. You go to bed first."

Nan Yi put on hand cream and scoffed coldly, "He drank a lot tonight, what can you ask?"

Fu Chen didn't say anything. He knew his son, but he was afraid that Fu Zhaochen was sober now.

Fu Zhaochen calmed down and went back to the room.

Under the dim light, Sheng Yiruo patted the baby on the bed, and fences had been built around the bed.

Fu Zhaochen didn't know when the fence was purchased, and he didn't know when it was installed.

He stood there for a long time before speaking, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Sheng Yiruo rested his head while pretending to be asleep.

She raised her eyes and looked at Fu Zhaochen, feeling a little embarrassed and guilty, "Husband, the baby hasn't been sleeping well since he came back. The nanny suggested that I sleep with him."

"So, I asked the nanny to purchase the fence and asked the servant to install it..."

Fu Zhaochen's expression was a little darker. He didn't say anything and just looked at Sheng Yiruo.

Sheng Yiruo hurriedly stood up and explained, "Husband, why don't you come to our house or live next door? Anyway, I'm in the puerperium now, so I can't satisfy you, right?"

After saying that, she reached out across the fence for a hug.

Fu Zhaochen glanced at the child who had occupied his place and his place in Sheng Yiruo's heart. He smiled bitterly.

Sheng Yiruo hasn't acted coquettishly to him for a long time. He used to like her to act coquettishly and show weakness, and he cherished her little daughter's coquettishness.

He sighed imperceptibly, walked over, and hugged Sheng Yiruo through the fence.

He said hoarsely, "I'm moving out, so you need to sleep a little longer at night, okay?"

"Okay, my husband is still considerate of me!"

Sheng Yiruo kissed Fu Zhaochen on the cheek.

Fu Zhaochen paused and said nothing.

He turned around and went to the cloakroom to pack his things when Sheng Yiruo asked him, "Husband, why did you drink so much today? And when Dad saw off the guests, where were you?"

Fu Zhaochen's hand that took the electric toothbrush paused, "The more I drink, the more I drink...I'm happy."

"When my parents left, I went back downstairs to throw up."

Fu Zhaochen lied and said these words against his will.

He felt that he was being hypocritical, but seeing Sheng Yiruo loving his children more and more, he could only continue to be so hypocritical.

When he returned to their wedding room, Fu Zhaochen looked up and saw Fu Chen sitting in the living room waiting for him.

Fu Chen put the suitcase aside.

"Dad, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Fu Chen looked at Fu Zhaochen with cold eyes, "When did you know that the child was not yours?"

Fu Zhaochen knew that his father was here to ask for details.

He walked to the wine cabinet and poured two glasses of wine.

"Before I went to Jiangcheng, I received a call from the hospital saying that the child had pathological jaundice. I saw the child's blood type."

Fu Zhaochen turned around and handed one of the glasses of wine to Fu Chen, then picked up the other and took a sip. "You know that I have type AB blood, but if I have type B blood, that child has type O blood."

Fu Chen frowned when he heard this.

He leaned back on the sofa and pinched his eyebrows without making a sound.

Fu Zhaochen saw that his father was angry and sullen, "Do you want a drink?"

"Don't worry about it." Fu Chen's eyes were sharp. "Uncle Chen asked Sheng Yiheng to get the baby's hair, and it is estimated that it has been identified by now. If the baby is really Chen Jingxu's, what are you going to do?"

Fu Zhaochen was silent.

After a long time, he raised his eyes and looked at Fu Chen, "Dad, I love Yiruo. I have loved you for many, many years..."

When he finished speaking, his eyes turned red.

Fu Chen felt sorry for his son, but all the children in the Fu family were infatuated, and he didn't know whether this gene was lucky or unfortunate.

The Fu family identified a person and ran all the way to the dark side.

Back then, he was like this to Nanyi, and now, Fu Zhaochen is like this to Sheng Yiruo.

Fu Chen didn't look at Fu Zhaochen, "Do you want to hide it from Yi Ruo and raise that child?"

"Yes," Fu Zhaochen swallowed up all the man's unwillingness and humiliation, "Yi Ruo and I are still young, and we will have children of our own in the future."

Fu Chen pinched his eyebrows and sneered, "Silly son, do you think your Uncle Chen will let you raise the Chen family's children? Can't he raise them himself?"

Fu Zhaochen, "..."

"Because of the child, you have lost your rationality and have entered a vicious circle of burdened thoughts!"

Fu Chen pointed out Fu Zhaochen's problem sharply, "You are very contradictory now. Your IQ, EQ, and rationality are all offline. You are now like a fool who only shakes his fist in anger."

When Fu Zhaochen saw his father mocking him, he had no temper, and that was also the case.

He fumbled in his pocket and took out the cigarette case, ready to smoke one, but found that there was no cigarette in the cigarette case.

Fu Zhaochen crushed the cigarette case and threw it into the trash can.

"Dad, if you are here to ridicule me, I admit that it is true. But you don't want to tell me this, right? After all, you are my father, and you should feel sorry for my unfulfilled son."

Fu Chen smiled reluctantly, "Have you used all your savvy to deal with your father?"

Fu Zhaochen smiled tiredly.

Fu Chen asked again, "Do you think you and Sheng Yiruo can grow old together?"

Fu Zhaochen, "..."