Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

Fu Li's sobbing turned into whimpering. Fu Shengyu pursed his thin lips, walked over and hugged her helplessly.

Fu Li finally burst into tears. She was crying for her own grievances, for Fu Shengyu’s grievances, and for the grievances of this “dead girl”.

Fu Shengyu lowered his head, trying hard to hide the tears that were about to fall.

When he was in school, his teacher who knew his family once told him that there are many kinds of emotions in this world, and one should not be trapped in one corner and tie himself up in knots.

He has Feng Huayang, his best friend in life, but no emotion can replace family affection. The missing piece will always be just a scab and will never heal, and will bleed if touched slightly.

He has to be a father, and while raising this child, he also has to raise the bruised and skinny child deep in his heart.

Fu Li was a little tired of crying. So this is how it felt. As long as her father showed a little emotion, she would feel like she had found a treasure.

She knew that she had two kinds of fatherly love, one from Fu Shengyu for herself, and the other from Fu Shengyu for his daughter.

As expected of her child, he has the same thoughts as her.

Fu Li couldn't control herself again. She was ashamed to express her love to herself and felt that she was not worthy of love, so she gave all her love to her career.

In the virtual world, it turns out that she loves herself this way.

Feng Huayang calmed down, wiped away his tears, and said loudly: "The reunion of father and daughter is a happy event, why are you crying like a ball?"

Fu Shengyu took a deep breath and took a tissue to wipe the tears from his daughter's face. Her face was red from crying, which was not cute, but it made him feel soft in his heart.

Fu Li was still sobbing. Feng Huayang glanced at Fu Shengyu who had calmed down and said with a smile, "Dad thought of a nice name for you last night. Do you want to hear it?"

Fu Li nodded. She was very curious and expectant. Her parents did not like her at birth. She was supposed to be named Fu Di, but the person who registered her thought it was not good and changed her name.

Fu Shengyu smiled and said, "Good wind helps me soar to the sky. How about calling me Fu Qingyun?"

"Fu Qingyun." Fu Li muttered the name. What a good name. No matter what the meaning was, she finally had a code name that someone remembered.

This poem is about willow catkins, which are just like her, helpless and swaying in the wind.

"Don't laugh at my youth for having no roots. Good wind will lend me its strength and send me up to the blue sky." Fu Shengyu repeated the previous sentence, wanting to explain it to the child, "Don't laugh at my spring catkins for having no roots, no roots, and no attachments. I wish to borrow the strength of the east wind to send me up to the blue sky!"

"Now that you have me as your father, you are no longer a helpless child. Your father is strong and can lift you up high."

Fu Li was stunned. She had never thought that this poem could be interpreted in this way, in a way that shocked her so much.

She has lived two lives, and from then on she was called Fu Qingyun.

"Aunt Feng, I was wrong last night. My name is not "Dead Girl". My name is Fu Qingyun." Fu Qingyun wanted to show off her name to the world, but there was no one else around except Feng Huayang.

Feng Huayang looked at her tenderly and reached out to wipe the tears from her cheeks, "Okay, Qingyun."

"Aunt Feng wants to adopt you as her goddaughter. You call her mother. If anything bad happens from now on, I will protect you." Feng Huayang's tone was gentle, but his words sounded a little disdainful.

Fu Qingyun was a little touched and a little amused. She was her biological mother and the creator of this world. There could be nothing wrong with her.

"We'll discuss this later." Fu Shengyu refused, "I'm here, there's no need for you to get in the way."

Feng Huayang's unhappy expression immediately disappeared. He wanted to laugh and tease, but when he saw the child was there, he had to give up, and clicked his tongue twice with some regret.

Fu Shengyu was somewhat helpless with Feng Huayang's temper, and chased her to work, "Go to work after breakfast. You've been resting for three days. If you continue to be lazy, I will ask people to drag all the men in your room out to make ice sculptures."

Feng Huayang yawned and said indifferently, "If you give me another batch, I have no objection if you make them into ice sculptures."

"Hmm?" Fu Shengyu raised his eyebrows threateningly. He had other things to do today, so naturally he had to find someone to help him do the work. That person was only Feng Huayang.

"Goodbye Qingyun." Feng Huayang playfully waved to Qingyun. He didn't look like a man who was almost 30 years old.

"Goodbye, Aunt Feng." Fu Qingyun spoke with some sobs, looking pitiful and cute.

When Feng Huayang walked out, he glanced back at the father and daughter talking in the restaurant and sneered.

You are such a good guy, Fu Shengyu. You can't stand to see me having fun for only two days. I'll see how you feel when I get your daughter.

He Gu was glared at by Feng Huayang while walking on the road. He felt a little confused and a little scared.

When I walked into the restaurant, I saw the eldest daughter with a red nose and swollen eyes, looking so pitiful. He Gu muttered in his heart: No way, the boss even scolded his own daughter so harshly?

"Is it arranged?" Fu Shengyu asked when he saw He Gu coming over.

"Everything has been arranged. The nutritionist will be informed immediately after the physical examination. The sports coach suitable for the young lady is also being selected." He Gu replied.

"Okay, let's go." Fu Shengyu leaned over and picked up his daughter, shaking her up and down. She was so light.

Fu Qingyun hugged Fu Shengyu's shoulders and held back the tears that were about to flow. She had never been hugged by her father, and neither had Fu Shengyu.

Damn her for writing such a crappy story about her life to her precious son.

The servants sweeping the fallen leaves outside, the patrolling bodyguards, and the executives passing by all glanced at her secretly. Fu Qingyun wanted to laugh. They were really stupid, but she really liked people like this.

As loyal as a puppy, and as pure as a puppy.

She has been lonely and cold-hearted for a long time. She prefers the passionate love of a puppy and is also moved by the pure loyalty of a puppy.

"Good morning, boss. Good morning, miss." Walking out of the garden at the door, there is a bigger garden outside. Fang Cheng is directing people to hang red lanterns here.

Lin Song had just hung up one, and before he even got off the ladder, he smiled and greeted, "Good morning, boss, good morning, Miss, and Special Assistant He."

Fang Cheng and He Gu are both Fu Shengyu's special assistants. Fang Cheng is in charge of the internal affairs of Fufeng Fort, He Gu is Fu Shengyu's assistant in personal life, and there is also He Wu, who is Fu Shengyu's general assistant in his career.

Fu Qingyun knew what was going on and responded with a smile, "Good morning."

Lin Song touched his head and smiled innocently. Fang Cheng and He Gu had already had a fight between their brows. It was nothing. Both sides thought that the other was good at flattering and looked down upon them.

Fu Shengyu was very satisfied when he saw the joyous people in Fufeng Fort. His daughter deserved to be celebrated by everyone. In fact, every child should be celebrated by his parents and relatives.