The Whole Internet is Waiting For Master Fu To Fall In Love

  Chapter 908 Believe it or not, throw you in the trash can (2)

  Qi Xuan and Yang Keke looked at each other, and walked forward to lead their man.

  The soft little hand was stuffed into his hand, Gu Che looked sideways at Yang Keke, the corners of his lips tugged, that smile was uglier than crying.

  He tried to divert his sad emotions by joking, "You have already seen my dad, so you are destined to belong to my family."

  Yang Keke clenched his hand, looking at his eyes full of distress, "Yes."

   "Fool." Looking at her well-behaved appearance, Gu Che's cold heart gradually warmed up. He held her hand back and whispered, "Let's go, let's go home."

  Gu Ying glanced at them, then looked at Qi Xuan, touched the blue color under her eyelids, and held her hand distressedly, "Let's go home too."

   It wasn't until they were all gone that Gu Qingning raised his head and stared at the photo on the tombstone.

   After a while, she tilted her head, looked at Fu Juncheng with those cold eyes, and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Ah Cheng, that's how it feels to have a father."

   It's just that the feeling of beauty and happiness is too short, as short as a dream.

  She seldom showed her vulnerable side. Fu Juncheng felt distressed when he saw it, and stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, "Ningning, you have tried your best, don't blame yourself."

  His deep voice carried the tenderness only for her, and he could always see through her easily.

  Gu Qingning's eyes were moist in an instant, and in the next second, her whole face was buried in his chest, and the cool, cold fragrance that reassured her lingered at the tip of her nose.

   "A Cheng."

  She called him, but she didn't say anything else.

  Fu Juncheng stroked her head again and again, as if responding to her.

  The cool wind blew, and the scorching sun elongated the shadows of the two of them.

  …

half year later.

  M Zhou, Yuwen's family.

   "Whoa whoa whoa."

  The child's loud cry suddenly sounded, earth-shattering.

  Yu Wenfan looked at the son in his arms speechlessly, and the corners of his lips twitched fiercely.

Depend on.

  What does this little **** mean, anyone can hug him, why does he cry as soon as he is hugged.

  He has never served anyone so carefully in his life, this little **** is fine, he kicked his nose in the face and returned it.

   "Yuwenfan, are you bullying my baby again?" Mrs. Yuwen rushed downstairs immediately when she heard the child's cry, her sharp gaze was directed at Yuwenfan.

  Yu Wenfan, "..."

   Who is bullying whom?

  He ignored her, looked down at the little guy in his arms, and played a game of big eyes and small eyes with him.

  He pretended to be vicious and said, "If you cry again, believe it or not, I will throw you into the trash can."

  As if he understood what he said, the little guy cried even harder, Jin Doudou jumped out as if he didn't want money, his tender little face was flushed from crying.

   "Whoa whoa—"

   Mrs. Yuwen looked at it, her heart ached, she rushed forward and snatched the child back, and gave Yuwenfan an angry look, "I think throwing you in the trash can is not bad."

  Dare to throw her baby into the trash can, it's a shame.

  Yu Wenfan went crazy, and immediately understood what Fu Juncheng said before.

  Since the child was born, everyone in the family has been paying attention to the child, especially Yaya, who sees the child in his heart and becomes transparent.

  Yu Wenfan saw the little guy in his mother's arms and stopped crying immediately, his teeth itching with anger.

  He rolled his eyes and suggested, "Mom, why don't you take the child back to live with you."

  Ms. Yuwen wiped the baby's tears with a tissue, then turned her head and glanced at him, "What did you say?"

   "You and my dad are not..."

  Before Yu Wenfan finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sullen voice, "No, I don't agree."

  Yu Wenfan raised his eyes and frowned when he saw Yaya running downstairs barefoot.

   "How did you get down?"

   Not long after she gave birth, she was still very weak. The doctor said that she had to rest well, and it was best not to suffer from the cold.

   "Why aren't you wearing slippers?"

  Ya Ya wore comfortable home clothes, ran barefoot to Mrs. Yuwen, and couldn't wait to bring the child back.

  As a woman, Mrs. Yuwen carefully noticed Yaya's uneasiness, and asked gently, "Yaya, what's wrong with you?"

  Ya Ya hugged the child tightly, remembering what Yu Wenfan said in the stairwell just now, she looked at Yu Wenfan with a hint of disappointment in her eyes, "You said you would not rob the child from me."