Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

At noon on Sunday, Wen Liang and Fu Zheng took Fu Shifan back to their old house.

"Grandma, my uncle and aunt and I are here to see you!"

The little girl let go of her warm hands and ran in.

"Hey, Fanfan, my grandma misses you so much."

The old lady was reading the newspaper on the balcony deck chair with reading glasses.

Hearing the sound, she put down the newspaper and took off her glasses. As she walked towards the living room, she waved to Fu Shifan and asked with a smile, "Are you here with your uncle and aunt?"

"Ah."

Fu Shifan's big eyes flickered, he smiled, and leaned up on tiptoes. Not to mention how agile he was.

The old lady leaned forward in cooperation.

Fu Shifan whispered in her ear, "I call you aunt now, and aunt doesn't even object."

In the past, aunt always called herself aunt, but now hehehehe...

"Good good."

The old lady straightened up, with a relieved smile on her face.

She is naturally happy to see the two reconcile.

The old lady liked the little girl's naughty look, but when she noticed her eyebrows were similar to Fu Zheng's, the old lady's heart skipped a beat.

Coupled with Fu Qingyue's attitude towards Fu Shifan, the old lady became more and more suspicious of Fu Shifan's identity.

But suspicion can only be suspicion. Before everyone raises it, she cannot raise it and turn the suspicion into reality.

Otherwise, what should Fu Zheng and Wen Liang do?

Fu Zheng and Wen Liang came in one after another and greeted the old lady with a smile.

"Hey, why are you two here together today?"

The old lady looked at the beautiful couple in front of her, smiled and sat down on the sofa, "Have you made an appointment?"

Listening to the joke in the old lady's tone, Wen Liang's tense state relaxed a little.

Fu Zheng glanced at Wen Liang and said with a smile, "Grandma, don't ask about this."

"Okay, okay, I won't ask."

When the old lady saw Wen Liang's eyes dodge and her expression was strange, she thought she was shy.

The housekeeping aunt brought drinks and fruits, and the two sat down to talk to the old lady.

Listening to the old lady's words of care, Wen Liang felt increasingly tormented and ashamed.

The old lady didn't know, which made her feel more uncomfortable than knowing. She was suffering from the inner struggle and entanglement, but she still couldn't let the old lady see it.

She would rather the old lady knew the truth and scolded her.

But Wen Liang understood that grandma was getting older and could not withstand the blow, so hiding it from her was the most appropriate way.

After lunch, they sat with the old lady for a while before leaving.

Fu Zheng turned his palms upside down and glanced at the rearview mirror, "Don't worry, even if grandma knows the truth in the future, she won't blame you."

"I just...hey..." Wen Liang sighed.

It is true that Fu Yue was related to her father's death, but the old man and the old lady did not know about it. She treated her like her own granddaughter, and she was afraid of breaking their hearts.

"Wen Liang, you are not wrong." Fu Zheng said, "If someone doesn't understand you, or accuses you for this, it only proves that that person is not the same person as you and cannot have a close relationship with you."

Wen Liang pursed her lips, knowing that Fu Zheng was right.

But... her childhood experience has made her a bit of a pleaser, especially when it comes to friends and family, not to mention that her blood relatives are no longer there, her second uncle and second aunt are not close, and the old lady is her only elder. The old lady's attitude It's crucial to her.

"Uncle, aunt, what are you talking about?" Fu Shifan raised his little face and asked curiously.

Fu Zheng smiled and said, "Your aunt did something to make your grandma unhappy."

Hearing this, Fu Shifan leaned into Wen Liang's arms, raised his little face and looked at Wen Liang with a smile, "Auntie, don't be afraid, I will always support you. If grandma is angry with you, I will help you persuade her!"

Listening to the little girl's childlike words, looking at the little girl's fair skin that could be broken by blows, and her chubby little face, Wen Liang felt relieved and pinched her little nose, "Thank you Fanfan."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do!" Fu Shifan chuckled and said casually, "I have to go to school tomorrow. Auntie, will you see me off?"

"I'm afraid it won't work. Auntie has to catch a flight tomorrow morning."

Before Fu Shifan could speak, Fu Zheng asked, "Catch a plane? Where are you going?"

"Beijing, attend the award ceremony of the photography competition."

Fu Zheng paused and looked ahead expressionlessly.

He remembered that Huo Dongcheng was one of the judges of the photography competition, and he should go back too.

Fu Zheng pursed his lips.

"Wow, Auntie is so amazing!" Fu Shifan exclaimed.

In kindergarten on Monday, Fu Shifan came to the classroom and asked her deskmate, "Who sent you here this morning?"

"My mother, what's wrong?" The deskmate was puzzled.

Fu Shifan pretended to sigh, "Auntie sent me here today. My mommy went to the capital."

The children in this kindergarten come from rich or expensive families, so it is not surprising that they have drivers and nannies at home.

Sure enough, my deskmate asked, "Why are you going to the capital?"

"I attended an award ceremony and my mom's photography won first prize in the competition."

"Wow, your mother is so awesome!"

The corners of Fu Shifan's lips raised slightly, then they calmed down and sighed, "Hey, she said she would bring the trophy back to show me, but I still want her to spend more time with me."

My deskmate immediately said, "Your mother knows everything. I envy you so much. My mother does nothing at home except shopping."

Fu Shifan said politely, "That way your mother will definitely have a lot of time to spend with you, which is also good."

……

It takes about three hours to fly from Jiangcheng to Beijing.

Wen Liang got off the plane and went to pick up her luggage while turning on the phone.

As soon as the phone was turned on, several WeChat messages jumped in.

Huo Dongcheng asked about Wen Liang's flight yesterday. The message was on time. It was sent five minutes ago. "Is it here?"

"Get your luggage and wait for me for a few minutes."

"Okay, I'll treat you to lunch today. What do you want to eat?"

"Peking duck?"

"……Can."

Wen Liang pulled her suitcase to the crowded terminal hall, stopped and looked around.

Not far away, Huo Dongcheng was dressed in a suit, with a tall figure and a handsome face, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

"Brother Dongcheng."

"Ah Liang."

The two voices appeared at the same time.

He smiled warmly, pulled the suitcase and walked over, "Brother Dongcheng."

"Come on, let's eat."

Huo Dongcheng took the initiative to take the suitcase from her hand.

Wen Liang walked forward beside her and asked casually, "When did you come back?"

"Yesterday, Dong Lin had to go to school. He didn't have time today, so he came back with them."

Naturally, Lin Yinuan was also back.

"Has your brother's health recovered?"

"It has recovered, don't worry."

"That's good."

The restaurant that Huo Dongcheng brought Wenliang to was the most famous roast duck restaurant in Beijing. It was famous all over the country. Tourists from other places often came here. During holidays, it was difficult to reserve a place.

Wen Liang had eaten here before, and it tasted good. When he was not in the capital, he didn't think about it. As soon as he arrived in the capital, his mouth watered.

Huo Dongcheng booked a private room and You Wenliang ordered some of his favorite dishes.

During this period, Huo Dongcheng apologized to Wen Liang again.

"You're not going back tomorrow, are you? I'll take you to meet a few people tonight."

He made up his mind to connect Wen Liang to express his sincerity.

As a senior photographer and heir to the Huo family, Huo Dongcheng has a network of connections that is unparalleled by ordinary people.

Wen Liang pushed and couldn't refuse, so he agreed.