No matter how fierce I will cry for you

A visitor came, and without waiting for his order, the child trotted back to the bedroom by himself, and closed the door with a bang.

The curtains in the living room opened by themselves, Shao Rongqian picked up the suit jacket on the armrest of the sofa, put it back on, and then walked towards the door.

Fu Yanci was still in a wheelchair and dressed in a gray suit, but his complexion was much better than before.

Zhao Zhixi still looked bohemian, and waved his hand to greet him: "Mr. Shao, good afternoon!"

Obviously, Zhao Zhixi was hungry and was asking what he would have for lunch.

"Hello." Shao Rongqian nodded slightly, exuding politeness in his bones.

Zhao Zhixi smiled, walked inside familiarly, and asked as he walked, "Where is Xiaoyu? Why is it so easy to repeat? Don't you miss me too much?"

"She is resting in the bedroom." Shao Rongqian spoke to Zhao Zhixi and nodded to Fu Yanci in time, which was not considered rude.

Zhao Zhixi didn't care about trifles, he pushed the door open and walked in, and the voice of the little fox cub came from inside: "Close the door."

Zhao Zhixi closed the door again with a bang, cutting off the connection between the inside and the outside.

Only then did Shao Rongqian spare time to greet Fu Yanci, and while leading him inside, he asked, "Is Dahongpao okay?"

"It's been a while since I've had a Dahongpao, so I just want to try yours." Fu Yanci had a gentle demeanor, and he spoke like a gentleman.

Xi Yu was very thoughtful, taking advantage of Shao Rongqian's time making tea, he helped Fu Yanci to sit on the sofa, and then pushed the wheelchair to the open space beside him.

Shao Rongqian came over with a wooden tray, and a pot of Dahongpao was stuffed in the purple sand pot. He didn't come to Huzhou often, and he didn't have a stove for making tea, so he could only make a simple brew.

It can't be regarded as a top-notch Dahongpao, but the taste of rushing out is not bad, and it can barely enter the mouth.

Fu Yanci took a sip, then put the celadon-glazed teacup back, his gestures were full of the elegance of a Confucian businessman.

"Why did you suddenly get sick again?" Fu Yanci seemed to pretend to be confused while pretending to understand.

Shao Rongqian pursed his lips and smiled lightly, as if he had an opportunity to fight back: "It may be that the climate is too different. How about you?"

It's not that he didn't know that Fu Yanci played tricks on him before, but now he complied with the old ancestor's words, Feng Shui turns around.

"It's still the same, busy with work and home." Fu Yanci spoke and behaved with elegance, and the smile on his face never disappeared.

The situation of the Fu family is different from that of the Shao family. The Shao family is thriving. Shao Rongqian's grandfather has only his father as the only son.

The younger siblings are very playful and have no interest in the family business. The Shao family has strict family education, and there has never been any infighting in the family or sibling rivalry.

The Fu family has a large population. Fu Yanci's father alone has five brothers, five brothers and three mothers. Fu Yanci's father can be regarded as the direct descendant. Except for the fifth child, they are all the illegitimate children of the old man of the Fu family.

The old man of the Fu family was forced to marry a wife, and he didn't have much affection for the old lady of the Fu family. After they got married, the two quarreled constantly. They raised their children outside and gave birth to three sons.

The old man of the Fu family acted willfully and recklessly, but suffered from the juniors below, fighting for power and power, and his brothers fighting against each other. The cause of death of Fu Yanci's parents is still unknown. He is still in a wheelchair, and it is estimated that he was also killed by family strife.

Open and dark arrows have long been commonplace, and one who is not careful may die unexpectedly.

Under all the glamorous appearance, there is a foreshadowing of blood and tears.

Fu Yanci is such a transparent person, he can see Shao Rongqian's "gentleman's revenge" at a glance, but, he is so broken in this life, why bother to make others suffer.

"You look pretty good." Shao Rongqian calmly quoted the topic.

Fu Yanci lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea. Then he looked like 'Don't trick me', and said leisurely: "Well, Zhixi's medical skills are really good, and fortune-telling is also accurate. Do you want her to help you?" You and Miss Qiao put together a horoscope?"

Fu Yanci's unintentional words reminded Shao Rongqian that the Shao family has always believed in feng shui fortune-telling, and if they want to let them accept the little fox cub, maybe they can start from this aspect.

Shao Rongqian did not accept Fu Yanci's 'trap', but continued to dig deeper: "The old lady didn't urge you to get married again?"

After all, Fu Yanci is one year older than him, already over thirty, and has reached the age to start a family. What's more, Fu Yanci lost his father and mother in his early years, so the old lady counted on being able to watch him in her lifetime Marrying a wife and having children is naturally pressing.

Fu Yanci smiled wryly: "You're really good at picking topics that worry me."

"You know what I mean." Shao Rongqian leaned on the sofa, playing with the celadon-glazed teacup in his hands.

"This tea tastes sweet when you drink it, but it tastes astringent when you swallow it." Fu Yanci's charming peach blossom eyes stared at the teacup with affection, "Next time, don't drink Dahongpao again."

The meaning Shao Rongqian understands, and he also understands that he has always been a gentleman, cautious and independent. Isn't it miserable.

During the five days in the Beijing resort, Shao Rongqian felt that Zhao Zhixi was a beam of light, a beam of light that could illuminate Fu Yanci's life. Naturally, he was thinking of 'revenge for a gentleman', but he was also really happy for his friend.

It's useless to say more, the most comfortable distance between friends is to stop, Shao Rongqian put down his teacup sensibly, and chatted about the bay in the port area, saying that Song Wensheng talked about going to the high seas together every day.

Two men, one elegant and the other noble, were wasting their innocent time in the red robes that had been washed away by a pot of boiling water.

Zhao Zhixi came out after seeing the illness, and with a sullen face, he handed a prescription to Xi Yu, and then looked at Shao Rongqian inquiringly.

"Mr. Shao, you are too much. You are tired of her body and hurt her heart. You are simply not human!" Zhao Zhixi's words were sharp. Will not show mercy.

Shao Rongqian was convinced by the scolding, and he didn't care about Fu Yanci, who was gloating at his misfortune, so he could only nod his head in a temper: "How is she now?"

"I'm angry, and I said I don't want to see you." Zhao Zhixi was straightforward, and she would repeat what Qiao Mengyu said, without detours.

Thanks to the little fox cub, it was the second time in his 29 years of life that he was scolded mercilessly. He wanted to ask more about the situation, but a knock on the door interrupted them.

"Mr. Shao, deliver the meal." It was a man's voice, not Tan Jian's.

Xi Yu personally took care of the meals on the next top floor, and now that a strange man came out, Shao Rongqian was naturally careful.

"Come in." He raised his voice slightly.

Soon, a man came in, wearing a sportswear with wide sleeves covering his muscles. The man glanced around, suddenly quickened his pace, and rushed towards Fu Yanci.