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

On the way home, the late summer wind was a bit cold.

Fu Zhaochen brought a coat, a black jacket, in the style of this year's popular iris men's shirt.

He put the clothes on Sheng Yiruo, "Put it on so you don't catch a cold."

The two did not hold hands, but walked side by side on the road.

The peaceful appearance of the years attracted the attention of passers-by around him.

When I arrived at a flower shop, the boss was packing up and it was about to close.

Fu Zhaochen walked over and looked at the few flowers left. There were no roses, only small daisies left.

He was a little regretful, but he still wanted to buy it and give it to Sheng Yiruo. He had always given her red roses before, but in fact he didn't take much care of her emotions except to express his love fiercely.

Otherwise, Sheng Yiruo would not have suffered from postpartum depression.

Sheng Yiruo saw Fu Zhaochen standing there talking. Not long after, he bought a small daisy in a pot, the largest pot.

After the boss packed the bags, he came over with the flowerpot, "Hey, take it home and keep it. I used to think that bouquets were beautiful, but now I think potted plants are better and last longer!"

Sheng Yiruo felt that there was something in Fu Zhaochen's words, so she raised her lips and said, "Long-lasting? Does Mr. Fu like long-lasting things now?"

Fu Zhaochen had a mischievous smile on his face, and then his tone was ambiguous yet appropriately serious, "Don't you also like things that last a long time?"

Sheng Yiruo frowned, "Fu Zhaochen, what did you say?"

"I said you like long-term relationships, such as feelings, friendship, and..."

Fu Zhaochen looked at Sheng Yiruo's embarrassed and red face, lowered his head and smiled slightly. He handed over his arm, "Okay, I admit that I am vulgar. I'll give you a spanking."

Sheng Yiruo seemed to have forgotten that the two were getting divorced. She pinched Fu Zhaochen and said, "You are always so mean-mouthed. I hate it!"

It always hurt when she pinched people, but this time she succeeded in planting a small purple bean on Fu Zhaochen's arm.

Fu Zhaochen looked at her lovingly.

God knows how much he misses her, how much he wants to hold her, rub her, and kiss her, but Fu Zhaochen just thinks about it, and he dare not, let alone cannot.

Sheng Yiruo was very happy to get a bargain. She walked in front, "Come on, I'll treat you to a coffee. It's going to be closed soon. It's purely handmade. The beans are roasted well. I'm sure you'll like it."

Fu Zhaochen quickly followed up.

When the two returned, Fu Mingxuan was sitting in Fu Chen's arms playing mahjong tiles handed to him by his grandfather.

Fu Chen, Nan Yi, Sheng Jinyan and Rong Lin, the four of them happened to sit at the same table, while Sister Wang was watching the battle behind Nan Yi.

It might be a critical moment, but none of them paid attention to Sheng Yiruo and Fu Zhaochen.

Fu Zhaochen held the flowerpot, "They really know how to enjoy themselves and be free and unrestrained."

"Where did Mahjong come from?"

Sheng Yiruo tilted his head and looked at Fu Zhaochen.

Fu Zhaochen chuckled, "I should have taken the one off the plane."

Sheng Yiruo looked at Fu Zhaochen sympathetically, "Did they play a trick?"

"Of course," Fu Zhaochen smiled bitterly, "I didn't sleep well the night before because I was excited, so I couldn't sleep at all on the plane."

Excited?

Sheng Yiruo bit her lower lip and smiled lightly, "I'm getting more and more like a thief. What you want to say is not that you slept well, but that you came to see us. Are you excited?"

Fu Zhaochen laughed out loud, "Did you hear it?"

Sheng Yiruo sneered coldly, "De Xing, I don't know you yet."

Fu Zhaochen changed the topic, "Where to put these flowers?"

Sheng Yiruo took off Fu Zhaochen's coat and said, "Let's put it on the terrace upstairs!"

She went up the stairs, and Fu Zhaochen followed with flowers in his arms.

The four people playing cards looked at the two of them in unison, listening to them discuss whether the coffee at that place was good or not, and how about this little daisy?

Fu Zhaochen also said, "I will buy more bright flowers tomorrow. Xuanxuan likes them."

"Did you also find that he likes bright things? I see that the toys you bought for him are all the ones he likes..."

The voices of the two people gradually became inaudible.

Sheng Jinyan, Rong Lin, Fu Chen and Nan Yi looked at each other.

Then Fu Chen smiled and whispered, "It's not easy. It's very difficult for us as parents."

Sheng Jinyan pinched his earlobe, "Isn't that right? Not only do we have to reveal each other's secrets, but we also have to play cards and act. It's really tiring!"

Nan Yi yawned, "Let's take another two laps to sleep. I'm already this old, so I have to get rid of the jet lag, right?"

As she spoke, she pinched Fu Mingxuan's little face.

Fu Chen joked, "You are the youngest of the four here, how dare you say that you are older?"

Nan Yi rolled her eyes at Fu Chen, "Why, am I older than your grandson? Didn't you include Miaomiao, the only one in your Fu family, among those here?"

Fu Chen glanced at Fu Mingxuan, who was playing in his arms, and said nothing to refute.

Sheng Jinyan and Rong Lin looked at each other and smiled.

After so many years, Nan Yi is still merciless when fighting against Fu Chen, and Fu Chen favors Nan Yi and never misses a day. They really hope that Sheng Yiruo and Fu Zhaochen will be like Fu Chen and Nan Yi.

Or, like him and Rong Lin, although there are a few more twists and turns, their relationship has remained the same for decades, withstanding wind and rain, and the test of life and death.

Upstairs, Fu Zhaochen placed the flowerpot on the balcony.

He stood upstairs and looked around the surroundings. Sheng Yiming was very considerate and the residence he chose for Sheng Yiruo was very good.

Sheng Yiruo came over and played with the daisies, "What is the flower language of the daisies?"

Fu Zhaochen didn't know, so he took out his mobile phone and checked it. His eyes were full of joy, and he said in a teasing tone, "Don't tell me, the flower language of this flower is quite suitable for my mood."

Sheng Yiruo stood up and looked at Fu Zhaochen, "Huh?"

"The flower language of daisies is the love hidden in the heart," Fu Zhaochen held up the phone in his hand, but his eyes were hot and sincere, "Should we respond to the situation?"

Sheng Yiruo knew what Fu Zhaochen wanted to express. He might have been restraining his joy, love, and even his eyes the moment he saw her.

She licked her lips and said apologetically, "You don't have to coax me now."

Fu Zhaochen stretched out his hand and pulled Sheng Yiruo into his arms. He whispered, "Xiaotu, from now on I will only love you, pamper you, let me hug you and keep you warm. During your absence, my world has entered early." It’s winter and it’s snowing.”

Sheng Yiruo was amused by Fu Zhaochen's poetic betrayal, "Then you didn't eat a roasted sweet potato on your snowy day to warm your icy heart?"

Fu Zhaochen's tone was soft and cute, but when he heard Sheng Yiruo's teasing voice, he also laughed.

He leaned towards Sheng Yiruo and placed a kiss on her neck after a long separation. Sheng Yiruo had goosebumps all over her body. She pushed him, but he didn't move.

Fu Zhaochen didn't take any further action and just held her.

He smelled the fragrance of the Laurel Goddess on her body, and whispered, "Whether you agree or not, I will never let you go. Even if we get divorced, I will pursue you again."

Sheng Yiruo was stunned there. She could feel the heat in Fu Zhaochen's body and the seriousness in his tone.

"You mean even if we get divorced, you will still pursue me?"

Fu Zhaochen stood up and looked at Sheng Yiruo. He said word by word, "Xiaotu, you have been jumping back and forth in my life for 20 years. You can't stop jumping if you don't want to. No matter what, I will learn to dance." I’ll keep jumping in your world!”

After he finished speaking, he placed a kiss on Sheng Yiruo's eyebrows and said slowly, "You don't have to bear any burden. You can do what you want to do and like who you want to like. You just have to let me Pursuing you."

Sheng Yiruo thought this was strange, but Fu Zhaochen turned around and prepared to go downstairs, "You have a good rest tonight, and Xuanxuan sleeps with me."

Perhaps it was because of the arrival of family members that Sheng Yiruo slept deeply that night.

The next day, Bruce came to see Sheng Yiruo.

When Fu Zhaochen opened the door, the two met again.

Fu Chen was dumbfounded and looked at Nan Yi.

He said in disbelief, "So soon? Your son has a love rival!"