Passing the air top flow with the baby to chase the husband

"50?" Fu Yicheng repeated in surprise.

"That's right." The nurse smiled sweetly, "Your hospitalization and surgery fees these days should add up to nearly 50."

Sitting up with a bang.

The nurse was startled: "Is there anything else I can help?"

"I'm leaving the hospital."

Meng Xia started to rain again, Fu Yicheng took the umbrella sent by the hospital, put on the sunglasses and mask sent by the hospital, sat in the taxi called by the hospital, and arrived at his legendary house near the center of the Beijing area. His only remaining real estate.

Fu Yicheng searched all over his body but couldn't find the key, so he tried to knock on the door lightly.

In fact, Fu Yicheng didn't really want to take care of the mess left by the original owner. When he was in the hospital, he thought about whether he should live his own life directly, but he probably borrowed someone else's life after all, so he couldn't completely complete Leave it alone.

There was no movement inside the door for a long time, Fu Yicheng was thinking about whether to call a locksmith, when he heard a slight sound of a stool dragging from inside.

After a while, the door opened with a "click", and a small round head came out from under it. The small head raised its head, revealing a round face with big eyes blinking at Fu Yucheng.

"Xiao Linzi, who is it?" A thin milky voice came from the door.

Xiaoyuan's face was moist and tender, but with a serious expression, she replied in a soft voice: "It's Dad."

Fu Yicheng liked children, but after learning about his sexual orientation, he gave up the idea of ​​having children. He never thought that in a different world, he would be able to harvest such a cute little baby.

Fu Yicheng had never dealt with such a young child before, so he was at a loss for a while.

"Why doesn't Dad come in?" the little milk voice inside continued to ask.

The little round face retracted his head: "Uncle Mustache said, Dad's brain was hit by a car, and he doesn't remember us."

Fu Yicheng: "..."

Fu Yicheng opened the door and walked in. What appeared in front of him was a small house, but thanks to the exquisite decoration and the full use of the space, it didn't look crowded, but had a different kind of warmth.

Fu Yicheng once dreamed of his future residence, which is similar to this.

There were two little ones standing in front of him, Qiqi raised his head and looked at him eagerly. Both of them had fluffy and soft hair, the difference was that one was long and the other was short.The facial features and faces are also very similar, but girls tend to be delicate, and boys are more generous.

The two little ones are cuter than all the commercial child stars that Fu Yicheng has seen.

These two children made Fu Yicheng suddenly thank God a little, as if a gift bag from heaven had hit him, and made Fu Yicheng's dissatisfaction after time travel completely dissipated.

The girl asked again in a childish voice: "Father, do you still remember the names of Fu Yilin and Fu Xiaoxi?"

"Idiot." The boy turned his head and said dissatisfiedly, "Xiao Xizi, you already mentioned your name."

"I did it on purpose." The girl Xiao Xizi smiled sweetly, "Didn't you say Xiao Linzi? We always have to give adults a step down, so I will build a step for Dad."

When Fu Yicheng performed musicals before, it was not that he had not worked with cute children, but today was the first time that he felt that his heart was trembling because of the cuteness of children.

Fu Yicheng really wanted to hug the two of them, rub their heads or pinch their chubby cheeks, but he was a little embarrassed, so he had to dig out a few in his pocket and took out a few. Handy sugar.

The original owner smoked a lot, but Fu Yucheng was very self-disciplined, because he was afraid that the smoke would affect his throat. When the original owner's body became addicted to smoking, Fu Yucheng developed the habit of stuffing sugar into his mouth.

When Xiao Linzi and Xiao Xizi saw Tang, their eyes lit up instantly.

Fu Yicheng held the candy and shook it in front of the eyes of the two little cats. The two kittens looked like they were staring at a cat teaser, their heads bobbing from side to side following the candy.

"Do you want to eat?" Fu Yicheng asked cheerfully.

"I don't want to!" Xiao Linzi swallowed, "Grandma said that we are mature children and we can't eat sweets casually."

Xiao Xizi licked her lips and nodded accordingly.

It seems that there is still a grandmother in the family who is taking care of the child. The strange thing is that Fu Yicheng has not seen his grandmother come to the hospital these days.

Fu Yicheng asked, "Where is grandma?"

Xiao Xizi pursed her mouth, her eyes dimmed: "Grandpa is sick, very serious, and Xiao Linzi secretly saw grandpa vomiting blood. Recently, many uncles with cameras came to disturb the door, and grandma took grandpa to hide in her hometown to see a doctor La."

Fu Yicheng looked at the two little puppies who were not as tall as his legs, and asked in surprise: "Then who takes care of you these days?"

Xiao Xizi suddenly became excited: "Uncle Mustache! The sandwiches made by Uncle Mustache are very delicious."

"Mustache?" Fu Yicheng wondered, "Where is your mother?"

The two little ones looked at each other, lowered their heads and did not speak.

Fu Yicheng took out two lollipops picked up by the hospital from his pocket: "Kids answer the questions obediently, and you can reward them with candies."

Xiao Linzi pouted: "Didn't Mom run away and refuse to come back? Dad, why don't you remember anything?"

Xiao Xizi puffed her cheeks: "That's right, we were not allowed to mention it at home before."

Fu Yicheng tentatively asked: "Then do you still remember what your mother's name is? What does she look like?"

Xiao Linzi made a gesture of raising his hands: "It's taller than Dad, it seems to be half a head taller."

Fu Yicheng fell silent thinking about his height of 1.8 meters [-].

Xiao Xizi also raised her hand: "Stronger than Dad, bigger in size."

Fu Yicheng looked at his standard adult man figure and fell into thought.

Xiao Linzi went on to say: "It is much richer than Dad."

Fu Yicheng recalled that his former colleagues broke the news to him. In the entertainment industry, there were many dramas about rich women taking care of young fresh meat. He never thought that such a thing would happen to him one day.

It was approaching noon, after Fu Yicheng gave the candy to the children, he still couldn't hold back, rubbed the little hairy heads of the two of them, and then prepared to go downstairs to pack some food to eat.

From studying to working, he didn't have much time to learn to cook by himself for work, and he basically lived on box lunches from cafeterias and theaters.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Moustache standing at the door with a deep expression on his face, carrying a particularly thick wooden stick on his back, and his upper body was naked, as if he was about to fight someone at any time.

Fu Yicheng frowned, watching the mustache walking towards him seriously.

Fu Yicheng took a step back, and saw that Xiao Huzi had already walked up to him, and knelt down in front of him with a "plop".

Fu Yicheng: "..."

Fu Yicheng: "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Mustache jumped forward, hugged Fu Yicheng's thigh and cried, "Chengcheng! I'm so miserable!"

Fu Yicheng spared no effort to help the mustache.

Mustache desperately grabbed hold of him and refused to let go: "I was wrong, Cheng Cheng! You can't abandon me, Cheng Cheng!"

Fu Yicheng saw that the door of the neighbor next door opened a small crack in a "slip", and the light of eating melon was faintly shining in the crack of the door.

Although the house paid for is not big, the lighting in the room is particularly abundant. The sun shines from the windows and spreads a golden carpet. The two children are sitting on the carpet with a small bench, and they are obediently washing tomatoes in a small basin. and cucumbers.

Wearing a small pink apron, the mustache was washing rice and cooking quickly, while crying: "It's too much, we two, how much we have contributed to the company, in those few years we can't even sleep peacefully." I haven't slept, and you kicked me after kicking, do you have a conscience?"

Fu Yicheng bit the cucumber with great relish.

"Cheng Cheng, don't worry." Mustache sniffed, "How did we two get up back then, and this time we can turn around in the same way. My agency has already thought about it for you. Don't worry, I'm here. We can still create a better tomorrow."

Fu Yicheng swallowed the cucumber in his mouth, waved his hand and refused: "I won't be in the entertainment industry anymore."

"What? Don't enter the entertainment industry? What can you do if you don't enter the entertainment industry?" Mustache said without raising his head, "Do you know how to pick the lock of the battery car, or do you know how to disassemble the shared bicycle?"

"I want to act in a musical." Fu Yicheng said seriously.

"Musical?" Mustache raised his head and thought for a while, "It's true that many people who can't get along in the entertainment industry go to musicals. Although they can raise their status, they don't make much money. Musicals How many people will read it, we haven't reached that level yet."

"There will always be people going to see it." Fu Yicheng recalled that the musical theater market in his original world was getting better and better. "This is my hobby."

"Isn't your hobby Mr. Shen? When did it become so high-end?" Mustache sliced ​​the two children's washed tomatoes and cracked four eggs, "Chengcheng, you go to a musical, and the uncle's medical bills What about the hospital bill?"

"Don't I still have some money?" Fu Yicheng said hesitantly.

"What's the use of that little money?" Mustache scrambled tomatoes and eggs, "Uncle's disease, you can get the best medicine to keep your life alive, one medicine costs [-], and there are hospitalization expenses, surgery expenses, you Calculate."

Fu Yicheng instantly felt that the cucumber in his mouth became bitter.

Mustache patted the cucumber neatly, and said, "There is also Xiaolinzi Xiaoxizi's kindergarten tuition, international class, one hundred thousand a month for one person, is it affordable to play a musical?"

"One hundred thousand a month?" Fu Yicheng was so shocked that he couldn't hold the cucumber anymore, "Can't we change to another kindergarten?"

The mustache turned white and gave Fu Cheng a look, beckoning to the child: "Xiao Linzi, come here, and tell your father the language you know."

Xiao Linzi walked over and stood still, scratched his little head, and then recited a poem in multiple languages.

Mustache said in Fu Yicheng's ear: "Xiao Linzi is amazing, he has a great talent for languages, and he has already learned the languages ​​of five countries at such a young age. Just like this, it would be a waste to put him in an ordinary kindergarten."

When Fu Yicheng was studying musicals, he also had to know some English, French and German. He could hear that Xiao Linzi's pronunciation was very standard. Although they were all relatively simple sentences, for such a young child, it was already very remarkable. up.

"Besides, schools are now divided by region, and this area is just this kindergarten." Xiao Huzi went back and added seasonings to stir fry, "This is a wealthy area, and it's normal for kindergartens to be expensive. If you want to change schools, you have to go to another school." The land has a house, do you have one?"

Fu Yicheng felt his head getting bigger.

"There is also Xiao Xizi." Xiao Huzi nodded his head in that direction, "probably he was robbed of nutrition by Xiao Linzi in the mother's womb. The medicines are all good warming and tonic herbs, and the medicine costs three to four hundred a day, how much do you think it costs a year?"

Fu Yicheng felt that he was being suppressed by a mountain, and he couldn't breathe for a moment.

"Cheng Cheng." Mustache shoveled the food onto a plate and put it on the table, "After dinner, do you want to see other entertainment companies?"

"Look."

Fu Yicheng chewed and swallowed the last bit of cucumber, and said with difficulty.