Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 97

He frowned, but didn't think much about it. Instead, he turned and walked to the desk beside him, continuing to read his online work emails.

The next morning, he went downstairs very early, and Liu Qiong came out with a Western-style breakfast.

Fu Yancheng glanced at the living room, but did not see the mistress of the house.

Liu Qiong seemed to know what he was looking for and quickly explained.

"Miss Sheng was a little tired yesterday, so let me not call her this morning."

Fu Yancheng also thought of Sheng Zhong's hospitalization. She probably came back from the hospital last night.

But didn't Sheng Zhong pretend to be sick on purpose?
There was a trace of coolness on his thin lips, he finished his breakfast slowly, and got into the car parked outside.

On the first night of living in Shanxiao, I didn't see my wife who I haven't seen in three years.

I don't know if she could hold her breath, or deliberately aroused his interest in this way.

If it's the latter, then her methods have mistaken the wrong person, and he won't be interested in her.

will never.

After going to Fu's, Fu Yancheng gave Qi Shen instructions.

"At noon, buy something and go see Sheng Zhong."

Qi nodded deeply.

As for Shan Xiaonei, Liu Qiong waited for Fu Yancheng to leave before knocking on Sheng Mian's door.

Sheng Mian has finished washing at this time, just waiting for her to come to her.

"he's gone?"

"Yes, Miss Sheng, just left."

Sheng Mian also went downstairs.

"Miss Sheng, if you avoided suspicion because of Mrs. Bai's words, would you like me to tell the old man?"

"No, Aunt Liu, I don't treat you as an outsider, so I don't hide it from you. I don't like Fu Yancheng. I married him because of the [-] million financing. It's normal that Ms. Bai doesn't like me because of that. I will divorce Fu Yancheng as soon as Grandpa's condition recovers."

Liu Qiong also had nothing to say, so he nodded.

Sheng Mian had breakfast, picked up the gift for Mr. Fu, and planned to go to the old house.

Mr. Fu now lives alone in the old house, where there are many servants and doctors.

Probably because he returned to China, the old man was in good spirits. When he saw Sheng Mian, he stood up excitedly with his cane.

"Mianmian, you're here."

A trace of guilt appeared on Sheng Mian's face, and he hurried to meet her.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, my father suddenly had something wrong with his body yesterday, and he didn't notice that he missed the pick-up time. This is a gift from me."

The gift Sheng Mian gave to the old man was not bought outside. After all, when Mr. Fu is in this position, he can't buy anything he wants.

What she gave was a painting drawn by herself, and she was a little embarrassed when she gave it out.

"Before I heard that Grandpa, you have always liked "Gao Yi Tu", so I boldly added the missing part of the other half. It's better not to make a joke."

When Mr. Fu called Sheng Mian, he always regretted that the "Gao Yi Tu" in his previous collection was only half fragmented, but even if there was only half of it, it would not affect it as a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. Now that he heard that Sheng Mian continued the other half, his eyes lit up.

"Why would grandpa laugh at you? I have always recognized your child's painting skills, otherwise Zhang Rong would not accept you as an apprentice."

Zhang Rong is the current representative of traditional Chinese painting, and the only closed disciple is Sheng Mian.

But Sheng Mian is a low-key person, and has basically never mentioned this identity to anyone these years.

It just happened that Zhang Rong and Mr. Fu knew each other, and Sheng Mian saved the old man's face. Mr. Fu really liked her so much, so he took the opportunity to marry her and Fu Yancheng.

Mr. Fu couldn't wait to open the picture scroll.

In the half of the old man's collection, there are only four people sitting on a luxurious blanket, served by children beside them, separated by reefs and trees, looking elegant and unique.

But the painting itself should have seven people, and the other three have been lost.

Sheng Mian had the idea of ​​repairing this when she was in college. This painting is not just damaged like other ancient paintings, it is incomplete, so she tried to draw it by herself and copied it for about several years before she dared to show her shame in front of the old man.

A gratified smile appeared on Mr. Fu's face.

"If Zhang Rong knows that you are no longer going to the competition, he will definitely feel very sad."

A trace of guilt appeared on Sheng Mian's face, "Grandpa, when I finish the current task, I will start painting again."

"That's good. Don't delay your talent. I like this very much. I'll have it hung on the wall of the study later."

The corners of Sheng Mian's mouth were curved, and his face was generous and decent.

"As long as you like it."

"Mianmian, when do you plan to have a child with Yancheng?"

After Mr. Fu said this, he began to cover his mouth and cough.

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if he was trying his best to suppress the discomfort in his body.

Sheng Mian knew that Mr. Fu's physical condition was very bad, so he didn't dare to say anything to refuse at this moment, "Grandpa, I will do it as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)