Rose Manor

The living room was quiet for too long, and no one made a sound to break the silence.

Fu Jianfang blew the tea leaves floating in the teacup leisurely, and sipped slowly one after another, not caring about the leisurely way he hung up.

Fu Qizhen and Fu Huaxian looked at each other. Now that the old man is staying behind closed doors, Fu Jichen is in charge of the Junshan Group. They have completely lost hope. In the company, they have to act based on their nephew's face, so how can they dare to interfere with his affairs. Unlike the fourth child, he has not given up yet and is planning to make Fu Jichen unhappy all day long.

"Dad, please calm down first." Fu Jianfang couldn't hold it in anymore, so she spoke, leaned forward and put down the water glass, glanced at Fu Jichen, and advised the old man, "Don't take your body seriously, this is not Haven't you reached that stage yet? We all know that Fu Da is filial to you, and he will definitely not disobey you. Right, Fu Da?"

Fu Jichen remained silent and did not follow the steps she gave him.

Fu Jianfang's expression was slightly embarrassed.

When the old man saw Fu Jichen like this, he knew that he had taken the weight and said: "What's good about that woman? She was seriously injured in a car accident. It is definitely more difficult to give birth to children than a healthy person. You should always think about your future. Grandpa He is your closest relative and will not harm you."

Fu Jichen's eyes were firm and unwavering: "Without her, I would have no future."

"you……"

The old man barely managed to lift it up, and breathed heavily.

Fu Jichen stood up and left with an excuse: "There are still some things to deal with in the company, so my grandson will leave first. Regarding the marriage, I will not change my mind. It would be best if grandpa can make it happen. If not..."

There was a slight pause in his tone, but he didn't say the rest and went straight out of the main hall. When he met the housekeeper at the door, Fu Jichen told him to take good care of the old man's health.

Fu Jichen's figure disappeared from the sight of several people. The old man was really angry. He pointed at the door with trembling fingers and was speechless for a long time.

"Dad, don't be angry. The doctor told you not to have too much mood swings." Fu Jianfang came to the old man's side and patted him on the back to cheer him up. She also accused Fu Jichen of being wrong, "It's true, Mr. Fu, Even though he knew you were in poor health, he still had such a tough attitude and didn't know how to say soft words. For the sake of a woman, he even forgot his last name and didn't take his elders seriously. "

Fu Hua

Fu Jianfang fanned the flames, making the old man angry and sad.

"Dad, if you can trust me, leave this matter to me." Fu Jianfang said, "It's useless to persuade Fu Da. This kind of thing has to be dealt with by Miss Shen."

Why Shen Jia Nian left Beicheng alone back then was probably related to Wei Ronghua. How could Wei Ronghua's temperament allow a down-and-out woman to marry her precious son. It is probably because of this that Fu Da and Wei Ronghua broke up.

She is not Wei Ronghua, and she will not use such extreme means to force people to leave.

A girl in her twenties pays attention to purity when talking about relationships. If she finds out that this relationship is not so pure, she will stay away, so why bother to threaten her.

The old man gradually calmed down and looked at his shrewd but incompetent daughter with suspicion.

Fu Jianfang assured him: "Don't worry, I know what's appropriate."

*

On the way back to Yunding Palace, Fu Jichen smoked in the back seat of the car, lowering the window to the bottom. It was about to rain, and the hot wind blew in, blowing the cigarette ashes around and making him confused.

The old man was more stubborn than he thought. There were signs of relenting last time, but he changed his mind again in the blink of an eye. Just like today, the sky was clear one second and overcast the next.

Qu Mo took a few glances in the rearview mirror and could see that his boss was not in a high mood. He seemed to feel heavy every time he returned to his old house.

As soon as we arrived at Yunding Palace, it started to rain heavily.

The car was parked on the porch. Fu Jichen was not caught in the rain when he got out of the car, but his body was stained with some moisture. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt as he walked.

There was no one in the living room, so he asked Cheng Jin and learned that Shen Jia Nian was on the third floor. He took the elevator up and walked to his bedroom as if he had a premonition. Shen Jia Nian was indeed there.

She had already taken a shower and changed into a cream-white house skirt. The hem of the skirt was dotted with several small pink bow ribbons. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she was reading a book in front of the window.

It was raining and the light in the room was dark. She didn't turn on the light. Fu Jichen asked, "Why don't you turn on the light?" and pressed the light switch.

"I forgot." Shen Jianian looked up from the book, "Why are you back? I thought you would eat there."

Fu Jichen took the book out of her hand, put it on the table beside him, and held both of her hands. The emotion in his eyes was so thick that it was difficult to tell what the emotion was.

Shen Jianian got up from the sofa chair, raised his head and looked into his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Jichen raised one hand and caressed her cheek, and his fingertips wandered over her ears, jaw, neck, and collarbone. Shen Jia Nian had goosebumps on the back of his neck and whispered, "It's a bit itchy."

"Wait until I take a shower."

Fu Jichen leaned over her ear, said something forbearingly in a mute voice, and let her go to the bathroom.

Shen Jianian covered her cheeks with both hands and turned to look in the direction of the bathroom. The sound of rain outside the window drowned out the sound of the shower water, and she could only see more and more water vapor gathering on the glass door. His words didn't mean what she thought, right?

Fu Jichen wiped his hair and came out. The damp hair was a richer black. The ends of his hair were drooped and swept over his eyebrows. His handsome face was expressionless.

Shen Jianian observed secretly and felt that he didn't look like he was going to do something like that.

"Aren't you tired of standing there?" Fu Jichen threw away the towel, walked towards the sluggish person, and picked her up.

With that kind of hug, Shen Jianian had to put her arms around his neck, spread her legs and hang them on his waist. When he kissed her, she turned away and said, "It's almost time for dinner."

"You are hungry?"

"No..." Shen Jianian continued to make excuses, "It's broad daylight, so that's not good."

Fu Jichen looked at the sky outside the window. It was raining heavily and there was no light at all. It was no different from the dark night. His high nose rubbed her fair and delicate neck, and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "Who said it had to be during the day."

Shen Jia Nian couldn't argue with him, and couldn't do anything. His mouth was blocked.

The sound of rain covered up all the beautiful movements, and the two of them seemed to be in the only ship on the sea, with the sea water rippling around them, and the cabin was peaceful and beautiful.

Summer rain comes and goes quickly. When the rain stops and the surroundings are silent, some sounds become clear.

Shen Jianian continued to express his dissatisfaction: "My back hurts."

"Where does it hurt?"

"waist!"

"The sequelae of Diaowia."

"..." Shen Jianian gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his wet lips, "Are you a chef?"

Fu Jichen turned this sentence around in his mind, and for the first time he doubted his ability to understand: "I don't know what you mean."

Shen Jianian: "A professional blame-shifter."

Fu Jichen smiled and put his thin lips on her neck. She struggled to push his face: "I'm going to have dinner with Xia Xia tomorrow. Summer clothes can't cover my neck."

If he continued to make trouble, she would be too embarrassed to go out and meet people.

The two of them stayed in bed for a long time. It was completely dark and it was already past dinner time. Cheng Jin didn't come up to call for help.

Fu Jichen was half-leaning on the head of the bed, casually wrapped in a bathrobe. The belt around his waist was untied, and his clothes were open, revealing his tight chest and well-defined abdominal muscles.

Shen Jianian was lying under his arms, her round snowy shoulders half hidden and half exposed, and her fingers were playing around the straps of his bathrobe: "Are you having trouble?"

His face was expressionless when he came back, but she could feel that he was in a depressed mood, just like the weather before a rainstorm, very depressing.

Fu Jichen pulled up the quilt to cover her shoulders and put his palms on her head. He didn't want to bother her with those things: "No."

Shen Jianian looked up at his face. He touched her face, raised his thin lips, and showed a smile: "What, you don't believe it?"

"You seem to be hiding something from me." Shen Jianian stretched out her index finger and poked his hard chest, and said straightly.

Fu Jichen just smiled and didn't answer. He used to think she was easy to deceive, but now he thinks she is thoughtful and hard to deceive. He covered her eyes and stopped looking. If she looked again, she would see through him.

"Shen Jianian, please marry me."

When Shen Jia Nian heard this, he blinked a few times and his eyelashes lightly brushed against his palm.

Fu Jichen took his hand away and met a pair of doubtful eyes. He said in a hurt tone: "Is this matter so difficult for you to accept?"

"You misunderstood." Shen Jianian raised her left hand. The diamond ring on her ring finger was still bright. She still remembered the way he put the ring on her domineeringly on New Year's Eve. "You proposed before, why are you proposing again?"

She was not allowed to wear rings during filming before, so she put them away and put them on again after filming was completed. To be honest, she felt that this diamond finger was too dazzling and not suitable for daily wear. She even wanted to discuss with him to change it to a simple style.

"You misunderstood." Fu Jichen grabbed her raised hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, "I mean the kind of marriage that requires a certificate. When you have time, we will go get the certificate first and give it to you. It’s my honor. As for when to hold the wedding, it’s up to you.”

Shen Jia Nian was stunned, so sudden?