The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

Jiang Li was a little tempted when she heard this, but human trafficking is illegal and she didn't have the courage to take the risk.

"No, I have no right to do that."

Fu Tingchuan could see the young woman's concerns, and saw that his son was determined to take the baby home.

I had no choice but to maneuver and come up with a compromise solution.

"We'll take the child home and help you raise him. This way you can get the employer's money and get your job done. It will also save you a lot of trouble."

"If his parents come looking for him before he turns 18, call us and we will send him back to you."

"How about this?"

"You don't have to worry about our identities. My father is living here in his old age. I'll take you over to get acquainted with the family later. It'll be a guarantee that we know our roots well."

"I'll let you meet the child once a year when I take him back to the countryside to visit his father."

Jiang Li thought that there was such a good thing, but his family looked very rich. What if he died?

Thinking of this, she frowned again: "But........."

The little boy interrupted her impatiently: "No buts, I won't raise him to death."

Fu Tingchuan supported his forehead speechlessly and promised: "If anything happens to the child, we will be responsible, you don't have to worry."

When Jiang Li saw that all her worries were solved by this man, she nodded happily.

"Okay, words are not enough, so let's write down the responsibility letter in black and white."

"Ok, no problem."

So Jiang Li didn't even bother to go home, and just followed them to get to know the house.

When she saw the flat courtyard in front of her, her eyes widened. When did such a wealthy family come into the village?

It is very common for wealthy people from large families to come to such scenic places to retire.

But I didn't expect that such a rich person was right in front of me.

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After signing the letter of responsibility and leaving both parties' phone numbers, she left with a sense of relief.

On the way back, I also asked about this family, but everyone avoided talking about it, and there was a sense of awe among the villagers.

She had also seen the world, and it was obvious that this family was not simple, and they were probably not someone she could afford to offend.

She was tactful enough not to visit again, looking for any sense of existence.

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The siheyuan covers a large area and has a neat layout. There is a spacious pavilion in the courtyard, where trees and flowers are planted, birds and fish are raised, and there is a stone pool, which provides a leisurely place for retirement.

Chu Shiyu's small body suddenly felt dizzy.

The whole person was staggering, and the little boy quickly caught him.

He looked worried: "Kid, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Shiyu raised his eyes, his bright big eyes filled with tears: "Brother, what the fortune teller said is true." The wealth here is harmful to your health!

Chu Shiyu moved closer to the little boy and felt much more comfortable. After all, Fu Lingye was a man of great luck, and the purple energy on his body could suppress his fate.

But at the same time, because he is too young, if he wants to suppress his own fate, he must be close to him in order to be effective.

To put it bluntly, he needs to feed the child himself and take care of him every step of the way.

When Mr. Fu heard the child say this, he was filled with worry and didn't know what to do. He originally thought it was just a scene of a wealthy family abandoning their child.

But the current situation seems to be true.

How else to explain it? He was fine just now, but now he is so sick, and it feels like he will die in the next second.

At this moment, a hearty laugh sounded outside the door: "My dear grandson, grandpa is back from his walk."

Chu Shiyu's eyes lit up when he saw the person coming: This person has a huge golden light of merit, which can suppress his fate. As long as this person is here, he can be like a normal person.

"Brother, is he your grandfather?"

When the little boy saw that he saw his grandfather, his voice became a little brighter and a little displeased: "Kid, I picked you up, you should like me." Instead of like my grandfather.

Chu Shiyu: “.........”

An elderly man with a slim figure, wearing a white Zhongshan suit and with a kind smile on his face, walked towards me.

He exuded a natural aura of a superior.

"Host, this old man is called Fu Jianguo. He is very powerful. At the peak of his power, he abdicated and retired here to live in retirement."

"The current chief is Fu Tingchuan. This family is extremely powerful. In Kyoto, they control all three realms, military, political and business."

Fu Lingye saw that the little kid was distracted and didn't answer his question, and he felt a little depressed: "Kid, why don't you say anything."

Chu Shiyu's head was full of black lines, and he asked dissatisfiedly: "Brother, aren't you a child? I have my own name."

Fu Jianguo walked up to the two little kids, looked at them kindly and curiously and asked, "Xiaoye, whose children are these?"

Fu Lingye raised his head proudly: "I picked this up on the road, Grandpa, isn't this child cute?"

Fu Jianguo looked at it with interest and nodded: "It's good-looking, but too thin. How old is this child?"

Chu Shiyu spoke first, her voice sweet: "Grandpa, I am 3 years old this year."

Fu Lingye was dissatisfied with the fact that he was so positive towards his grandfather but so cold towards him.

He said unhappily: "Grandpa, I will raise him to be fat and white."

Fu Jianguo smiled and touched the heads of the two children: "Good, good, good, raise them to be plump and white."

In a short while, Fu Tingchuan told his father all the basic information about the child.

Fu Jianguo seemed to be thinking: "Xiaochuan, go and ask your uncle Yan to come over and have a look. He used to be a famous fortune teller."

Fu Tingchuan was slightly surprised: "Uncle Yan has this ability, why don't I know about it?"

"Haha, there's a lot you don't know."

Fu Tingchuan quickly arranged for guards to go to the house and invite people to come and take a look.

Ten minutes later, an old man with white hair and a Taoist look walked into the courtyard with steady steps.

His shrewd eyes deliberately glanced at the skinny baby.

The voice was full of vicissitudes and teasing: "Where did you kidnap this pretty little kid from?"

"Hahahaha, this child is destined to be yours. Your family has really taken such a big advantage."

He gave Fu Lingye a meaningful look: "Xiao Yeye, only you can take good care of him, do you understand?"

Fu Lingye's eyes lit up instantly: "I know, I will definitely take good care of him."

Fu Tingchuan was confused: "Uncle Yan, does this child really have that kind of special fate?"

"Well, if you want him to have a worry-free childhood and live a safe and happy life, only your family can raise this child."

"Either leave him here and let Old Master take care of him. Or bring him back to Kyoto and let Xiao Yeye take care of him personally."

"But you don't have to worry. When he turns 18, he will be able to break free from the shackles and live freely."

When Fu Jianguo heard that he actually had something to do with this, he instantly became interested. He looked at the little baby in front of him carefully and the more he looked at him, the more he liked him.

He began to think to himself: It's not impossible to take care of the child myself. The child looks well-behaved and obedient. It would be nice to have him stay and keep me company.

Fu Lingye's small body blocked his grandfather's sight and he glared at him angrily: "Grandpa, don't snatch him from me, he is mine, I can take care of him.