Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

Yu Ci sighed, "When you say that, I also think that I want to be a pervert. I just looked at him for a long time. If he notices it, he will definitely think that I am a pervert like you."

"Then apologize to him next time we meet." The tall woman smiled and ruffled the girl's hair.

Yu Ci sighed again, "I hope there will be no next time."

The image came to an abrupt end here. Fuyue was surrounded by hazy white mist. She couldn't see anything clearly. She could only say to the air, "What do you mean by showing me these?"

No one answered Fuyue's question.

Immediately afterwards, another clip appeared in front of me like a movie.

Yu Ci returned home and went into his studio. There was a big easel in the center of the studio, with various painting tools scattered around. The studio was messy, but it didn't look very sloppy, and it had a kind of messy beauty.

Yu Ci stood in front of the easel, holding the paint tray in one hand, frowning and sketching an image of a man on the canvas little by little.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly, someone knocked gently on the door several times outside.

Yu Ci paused, looked at the door, and then at his canvas. The outline of the man on it was already complete.

"Come in." Yu Ci's voice was clear.

A smartly dressed woman came in. She was dressed smartly but had a gentle temperament. She looked to be around forty years old.

It is not difficult to see that she is a strong woman, but at the same time, she should also be a gentle woman.

"Xiao Ci." Yu Zhaohuan walked in, came to Yu Ci, touched her little head, saw the man on her canvas, Yu Zhaohuan paused, then smiled and said, "Pretty handsome, boyfriend?"

"No." Yu Ci was calm on the surface, the brush had to be painted on the canvas, "I saw a man today that I thought was very good-looking, so I couldn't help but draw it."

Yu Zhaohuan raised the corners of his lips, "Mom is also very beautiful. I will draw a picture for her next time."

"Have I not painted enough for you?" Yu Ci felt helpless.

"It's never enough for me." Yu Zhaohuan pinched Yu Ci's face again, and Yu Ci hid for a moment, "Mom, I'm painting."

"I know." Yu Zhaohuan lowered his head and glanced at the time on his watch. She had squeezed out the time to go home today. She had to leave in five minutes. Yu Zhaohuan was a little reluctant to let go of her daughter.

She sighed and looked at the man on Yu Ci's canvas, "It's quite beautiful. Xiao Ci has improved again."

"No, it's my mother's illusion." Yu Ci was a little stubborn in his words.

Yu Zhaohuan smiled, "In my eyes, my baby is always making progress, Xiaoci, while working hard, you must also learn to relax appropriately, you know?"

"I know." Yu Ci nodded. Yu Zhaohuan had always had a problem with her being strict with herself. What Yu Zhaohuan wanted was just an ordinary daughter who would be healthy, happy and independent throughout her life. Yu Zhaohuan was satisfied.

But God sent her a genius.

Yu Zhaohuan checked his watch frequently, "Xiaoci, after mom is done with this period of work, can we go back to China together?"

"My Mandarin is not good, I will be laughed at." Yu Ci said that he grew up in Portugal and rarely returned to his motherland. Although Yu Ci practiced, he still did not fully master the language of his motherland.

Yu Zhaohuan pursed his lips, "Should I hire another language teacher for you?"

"Okay, I want a girl." Yu Ci said.

Five minutes later, Yu Zhaohuan left home. On the way to the company, Yu Zhaohuan took her eyes away from the work computer and looked at the assistant in the passenger seat.

"Do you remember Lu Mian?" Yu Zhaohuan asked the assistant. She remembered the man on her daughter's canvas just now. She had an impression of that man.

The assistant paused and looked back at Yu Zhaohuan, "Mr. Lu's son, his father seems to be British, and the British have business dealings with our company."

Yu Zhaohuan nodded, "You can find a way to contact the British side, check Lu Mian's itinerary, and confirm whether he is in Lisbon today."

The assistant nodded, and then asked Yu Zhaohuan doubtfully, "Mr. Yu, why are you suddenly checking on this person?"

Yu Zhaohuan smiled and did not answer.

The assistant pursed her lips and mentioned another matter, "Mr. Yu, this morning, the eldest lady's biological parents came to see her."

Yu Zhaohuan's expression was calm, "I had known that one day, you would have asked Ling Bai what she thought. If she wanted to return to her original family, you would have made proper arrangements."

"Yes." The assistant nodded.

"By the way," Yu Zhaohuan asked suddenly, "How is the Fu family's family situation?"

Assistant: "It's still pretty good. In City C, it's considered a wealthy family."

"That's good." Yu Zhaohuan breathed a sigh of relief.

These movie-like scenes flashed before Fuyue's eyes. Fu Lingbai, the daughter adopted by Yu Zhaohuan, returned to her original family. Yu Ci completed her oil painting of characters and continued to learn Mandarin. Finally, Yu Zhaohuan made time to bring Yu Ci with her. Let’s go back to City C together.

Yu Zhaohuan only wanted to see her hometown when she returned to China. She and Yu Ci didn't even have a home in China, and the mother and daughter had been living in a hotel.

The accident happened a week after returning home.

Yu Zhaohuan wanted to go back to Portugal immediately due to work matters, but Yu Ci didn't want to go back yet and wanted to spend a few days in the country.

"Then mom will go back first. I will leave bodyguards to take care of your safety." Yu Zhaohuan said to Yu Ci before leaving.

Yu Ci nodded, and in the early morning, before he woke up, he gave Yu Zhaohuan a big hug, "Goodbye, mom, have a good trip."

Yu Zhaohuan laughed and said, "Baby, that's not how you use "Have a good trip." This time, you should use "Have a safe trip."

Yu Ci pursed his lips and his cheeks turned red quietly, "Mom, have a safe journey. Remember to call me when you land in Lisbon to say you're safe."

"I know." Yu Zhaohuan smiled and pinched Yu Ci's face, "This collagen is the envy of even my mother. Go on to sleep, remember to eat on time and don't stay up late."

This was the last time Yu Ci and his mother met. On the way to the airport, Yu Zhaohuan had a car accident and died on the spot.

The police suspected foul play, but after a period of investigation, no clues could be found.

The bodyguards helped handle Yu Zhaohuan's funeral in China. Yu Ci was young and had never experienced such a thing. Ever since Yu Zhaohuan's accident, she had been in a daze. She suddenly lost her backbone, and Yu Ci couldn't bear it.

It was at this time that Lu Mian entered the world of Yu Ci.

The hotel room still looked as if Yu Zhaohuan had left. Even a brooch she took off casually was still in its original position. Yu Ci sat on the carpet next to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the high-rise buildings outside the window, his eyes dull and lifeless.