who's who's who's who

Ke Fangrui woke up early in the morning, and the first thing she did when she woke up was to open the suitcase she brought back from Japan, and pour all the presents bought by Ke Momian inside on the bed.The little guy was lying on the bed, unpacking the gift boxes one by one, his whole body was full of happiness that was about to overflow.

Mianmian's mother is the best for herself, and she will definitely buy what she likes, that Xin Xinran must be jealous of herself, and those words she said are all deceptive.

Ke Fangrui agreed with her thoughts very much. She hugged the commemorative Mickey doll in her arms, found a small square box among a pile of things, and ran to her mother's room happily.

"Mom." Ke Fangrui darted into Fang Qingyu's quilt nimbly like a small fish.

"Huh?" Fang Qingyu was still sleepy, opened her eyes a little, and hugged the little guy tightly, "Why did you come here to sleep with mom?"

Ke Fangrui chuckled, in Fang Qingyu's eyes, it was a little inexplicable, what a fool this child was so early in the morning.

"Mum Mian asked me to give you this." Ke Fangrui stretched out a hand from under the quilt, and handed out a small velvet box.

Open it, inside is a rose gold clavicle chain, a round diamond is embedded in the middle of the chain as a pendant, the design of the whole chain is simple but elegant.

"She asked you to give it to me?" Fang Qingyu closed the box, she was no stranger to this necklace.A few years ago, she had a chain that was exactly the same, but because of her own negligence, she could not find this chain somehow, and Fang Qingyu regretted it for a long time.

"Yeah, Mianmian's mother bought it immediately after she saw it." Ke Fangrui didn't understand why her mother was unhappy when she saw the gift. Isn't everyone likes to receive gifts?

Fang Qingyu put the box on the bedside table and patted Ke Fangrui on the head: "It's still early, sleep a little longer."

Ke Fangrui was still staring at her mother with her head up, wondering if she wanted to ask her if she didn't like the gift, but seeing her mother closed her eyes and fell asleep, she had no choice but to give up.

On the contrary, it's not that Fang Qingyu doesn't like it, it's just that Ke Momian gives her something she likes so much, and her mood becomes a little complicated.

When she woke up again, it was time for Ke Momian to wake up, so Fang Qingyu called her.

"That Cartier necklace... Ruirui gave it to me."

"I've always wanted to buy you another one, and I just saw it this time, so I just..." There was a smile in Ke Momian's voice, and there seemed to be some embarrassment about revisiting the past.

Fang Qingyu took the child away before she had time to buy the necklace back then. Ke Momian has almost forgotten about it until now, but when she came across this chain in the mall by chance, she can recall many small details of the past very carefully.

"I'll call you the money." Fang Qingyu bit her lip, struggled for a while, and managed to get the words out of her mouth.

"No need!" Ke Momian blurted out. After finishing speaking, he was silent for a long time before continuing, "I thought you would like it."

Fang Qingyu sighed shallowly: "It's not that I don't like it, but I have no position to accept such a precious gift from you, understand?"

"Then... just treat it as if I just did something that I couldn't finish before, can you?" Ke Momian said at the end, there was a low pleading in his tone.

Fang Qingyu hesitated, how should she respond to Ke Momian's words with the most appropriate words?

"Why are you like this...why?" Why are you always like a child, with obsessions that you can't understand.

"It's okay, then I'll hang up." Ke Momian was afraid that Fang Qingyu would say more things that she couldn't respond to, and how could she understand herself?

She didn't do anything out of line, but it always seemed to trouble Fang Qingyu. Ke Momian closed herself in the study, facing a pile of documents, she couldn't help but fell into reflection.

On the first day of the new year, Fang Qingyu went to the company as usual. The new project schedule was a bit tight, so she had to keep a few employees to work overtime with her during the New Year to catch up with the progress.

Just after work, the assistant Xiao Huo came in regularly with a large bouquet of roses. Fang Qingyu glanced at the pile of bouquets in the corner, some of which had withered and withered.

"Sister Yu, I can't let it go anymore." Xiao Huo smiled embarrassedly, and Fang Qingyu asked him to take away the shriveled bunches of flowers.

Fang Qingyu invited a few employees out for dinner at noon, and she felt very sorry for not allowing them to spend the New Year with their families on the first day of the new year.

"Sister Yu, Jintai's boss has been sending you roses for half a month, so why don't you express it?"

"Send flowers on time every day, if I'm touched to death." The young female staff showed envy, after all, it's a very glorious thing to be pursued by the domineering president of a listed company.

"What do you mean?" Fang Qingyu smiled, but she had nothing to express.

"You are single, and the other is also single, you two stand together..." The other party was a little exaggerated, "Don't be too harmonious!"

Fang Qingyu shook her head with a smile, and took care of herself.

"Sister Yu, you can't stay single forever," the female staff tried to persuade, "Besides, you're not too young, so hurry up and marry someone who suits you."

"He's rich, good-looking, and infatuated. This person can be married." Someone else nodded in agreement.

Fang Qingyu thought it was funny: "Just sending flowers for half a month, can you show your infatuation?"

The man shook his head disapprovingly: "Everyone knows that Jintai's boss has asked you out several times. If you don't want to go to the appointment, he has no choice but to send flowers every day to express his love."

Fang Qingyu lowered her head to eat the food indifferently, and looked up to see that several staff members were still waiting for her to speak, so she put down her chopsticks as if thinking: "Isn't it good to be single?"

"What's the matter, being single is not only lonely but also empty and cold." Her thoughts were immediately denied.

“If you are single, you can't enjoy half price on the second drink”

"Eating a buffet alone makes me want to cry. After picking up the food, I came back and saw that the tableware was taken away."

Several people who had been deeply abused because they were single tried their best to encourage Fang Qingyu to accept each other's pursuit.

"But I have a child. What you said has nothing to do with me." Although Fang Qingyu felt that what they said made sense, she didn't think there was any major problem.

"Then you don't want to find someone to rely on?" Someone asked immediately.

"I am self-sufficient, with a good income, a car and a house, why do I have to rely on others?" Fang Qingyu spread her hands, speaking with solid evidence.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and really couldn't figure it out, indeed... there is no need to rely on it.

"Sister Yu, you reject others so decisively, maybe it's because you already have someone in your heart?" A certain employee teased abruptly, and the rest of them thought that what he said made sense.

Fang Qingyu picked up the barley tea in front of him and drank it unhurriedly, then put it down, showing a confusing smile.

"No." She shook her head in denial.

Seeing the disbelief on the faces of these people, Fang Qingyu didn't want to explain anything, so she ate vegetables and drank tea calmly.

If you are not with the right person, it is better to live alone than to be tortured after being trapped in it.

But until the end, how can you know whether the other party is the right person?

Fang Qingyu found that her thoughts were very contradictory. In short, thinking too much would only cause headaches, and it was better not to think about anything to feel at ease.

It was also the first day of the new year, but the Ke family seemed more deserted than usual. Xin Xinran returned home, and most of the family servants also returned to their hometown for the New Year.

Ke Rongcheng asked Ke Momian to come to the United States to stay for a few days, but she still couldn't let go of the fact that her father had lied to her, and she didn't want to go there, so she stayed at home and slept until she woke up naturally.

When she got up and went downstairs, the huge house was silent. Ke Momian was no stranger to such a scene. She picked up Damo who was running towards her, as if years of such lonely days had passed.

"Miss, breakfast is ready, do you want to eat it now?" Some unfamiliar maids came up to her and asked her.

Ke Momian let Damo lick her palm, the itchy feeling made her heart not too blank: "It's already noon, let's just have lunch."

The maid responded and hurried to the kitchen to work.

On the coffee table in the living room were several picture albums left by Ke Fangrui. Ke Momian put down Damo and opened one of the picture albums. Each of them was a colorful crayon drawing.

She sank into the sofa, held the picture book and looked at it carefully, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up. This child is like her mother, who has shown a talent for painting since she was a child.

A maid came down the stairs in a hurry. Just as Ke Momian was tidying up Ke Momian's room, the mobile phone on the bedside suddenly rang endlessly. She didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly handed her the mobile phone to her.

"Hello." Ke Momian looked at the album, and answered the phone in a lazy tone.

"Miss Ke, you haven't come to the hospital to collect the physical examination report a few days ago." The other party was Dr. Zhang from the Gastroenterology Department of the People's Hospital. He was in charge of Ke Momian's case at that time, and he became acquainted with him afterwards.

"I just returned to City Y the day before yesterday. Is it okay to pick it up in a few days?" Ke Momian thought it was just a routine inspection, and it doesn't matter when you pick it up.

"That's right, I read the physical examination report this time, and there are several indicators that are not very normal..." Dr. Zhang said in a doctor's usual calm tone.

Ke Momian was turning over the next page of the album, her fingers paused for a moment, and her gaze stayed on the blue sky and white clouds on the drawing paper.

"Miss Ke, are you listening?" After waiting for a long time, Dr. Zhang had no choice but to remind Ke Momian when he saw no reply.

"Well, I'm listening." Ke Momian felt that he hadn't woken up, his head was in a daze, his heart was beating wildly, and his eyes lost focus for a while.

Hearing Ke Momian's voice waking up from a dream, Doctor Zhang paused and said, "Don't worry too much about it. Come to the hospital for a detailed examination when you are free these few days."

"Okay, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Ke Momian got up and paced in the living room. The doctor didn't make sure, but just asked him to go to the hospital for another examination just to be on the safe side.

She thought she would panic, but it may be because she has experienced similar things before, so when she faced it again this time, she was very calm.

"Miss, Miss Ruirui is here." The maid at the door trotted over and told her.

Ke Momian didn't have time to stop, so she walked over quickly. Ke Fangrui stood there, raised her face and stretched out her hand with a smile: "Mom, Happy New Year, Gong Xi Fa Cai, here are the red envelopes."

It seemed that as soon as Ke Fangrui came, the family immediately became popular. Ke Momian bent down and gently scraped Ke Fangrui's nose, her eyes were full of doting.

"Who taught you to speak?"

"Auntie." Ke Fangrui looked at the honest middle-aged woman behind her. Ke Momian had seen her several times. After the little guy disappeared after running around, Fang Qingyu found a part-time worker to take care of Ke Fangrui.

Ke Momian asked the maid to bring her bag, then turned around and asked Ke Fangrui, "Where's mom?"

"Going to work, busy." Ke Fangrui shook her head helplessly, and Ke Momian was amused by her pretentious appearance.

"It's New Year's Eve, Ruirui don't want to stay at home alone, let my aunt bring me over to find Mianmian's mother."

"Didn't you have lunch? Have dinner with mom later." The maid took the bag and gave it to her. Ke Momian found out the wallet and gave Ke Fangrui all the cash in it.

"Mom, it's too much." Ke Fangrui tried to stuff it into his pocket, but he could only get half of it in.

"Take it," Ke Momian was smiling, but Ke Fangrui always felt weird, "I'm giving you lucky money for the first time, how could it be too much?"

Ke Fangrui is willing to have it, and Ke Momian is willing to give her everything he has.

After all, the child was innocent, so without thinking too much, he divided the money into several shares and stuffed them into the pockets of his clothes.Turning around, he saw his picture album on the coffee table, and ran over happily.

Holding her own painting, Ke Fangrui proudly asked Ke Momian, "Is Mianmian's mother looking at my painting?"

Ke Mo smiled and nodded.

"Isn't it good at drawing? My mother is also good at drawing..."

"Ruirui." Ke Momian interrupted her softly as she saw the little guy enjoying herself beside her.

The little guy blinked his eyes inexplicably.

"Do you want to be the president?" Ke Momian asked suddenly, and Ke Fangrui couldn't understand.

Realizing that the little guy didn't understand what he said, Ke Momian patiently explained: "It's the big boss, you can manage many people, and..."

"A big boss like Mianmian's mother?" Ke Fangrui suddenly said, "That's amazing."

"Then are you willing?" Ke Momian rubbed Ke Fangrui's head.

"I don't want to," Ke Fangrui said without hesitation.

"Why?" Ke Momian frowned in confusion.

"I like drawing, and I want to be an architect like my mother." Ke Fangrui said convincingly, "And the president or something, Mianmian's mother can just do it, why let me do it."

Ke Momian smiled slightly as Ke Fangrui picked up the crayon, opened a blank page, and began to draw seriously on it. She just looked at her quietly and said nothing.