Rose Manor

I thought that at least one of Fu Jichen and Shen Jia Nian would lose his temper. The most likely person among them was Shen Jia Nian. In Fu Jianfang's eyes, Fu Jichen was an emotionless monster when facing people other than Shen Jia Nian. He doesn't even care about his mother who is sick and dying. What is he other than a cold-blooded monster?

But Fu Jianfang was disappointed. Neither Fu Jichen nor Shen Jiannian showed any anger at her words, as if what she said was irrelevant, similar to "the weather is really nice today."

Fu Jianfang was unwilling to give in. He paused for two seconds and then continued: "Could it be that... Fu Da doesn't like children? Otherwise, why haven't you had children since you got married?"

"Okay." The old man didn't want the family dinner, which was only once or twice a month, to end in embarrassment, so he stopped Fu Jianfang from continuing to say unpleasant things with a look of displeasure on his face, "Eat your own food, you talk so much."

Fu Jianfang pursed her lips innocently: "As an elder, I care about Fu Da, but it's my fault. Don't tell me, Dad, that you don't want to have your great-grandson as soon as possible."

As he finished speaking, a childish voice suddenly came in: "Am I not great-grandfather's great-grandson?"

The person who spoke was the child sitting next to Shen Jianian, the child of Fu Jichen's cousin, and of course the old man's great-grandson.

Fu Jianfang choked and only focused on causing trouble for Fu Jichen and his wife, but he forgot about this little kid.

No one answered the child's question. The child looked at the mother opposite, frowned aggrievedly with two light black eyebrows, and there was still sauce hanging on his flat mouth, and asked again: "Mom, I'm not Grandpa. Your great-grandson?”

The child's mother didn't want to refute Fu Jianfang's reputation. After all, he was an elder, but she also didn't want to disappoint her son. She smiled awkwardly and said, "Why would Honghong ask that?"

The child turned his little head, looked at Fu Jianfang who had spoken before, and asked innocently: "Then why did my aunt say that my great-grandfather will hug his great-grandson as soon as possible? Great-grandpa wants to hug his great-grandson, so why don't you just hug me?"

The child slipped out of the chair and ran to the old man with his short legs. He was still holding children's chopsticks in his hand: "Grandpa, do you want to hug me?"

The old man smiled, put down his chopsticks, bent down and touched his head: "I'm so old, I can't hold you anymore."

The child said: "My great grandfather is not old, my great grandfather has not yet lived to be a hundred years old!"

The old man laughed and told him to sit back and eat.

Fu Jianfang's difficulties were resolved in the child's childlike words.

I thought that this topic had been discussed, but Fu Jichen took the initiative to mention: "It is an honor for us juniors that Auntie cares so much about the affairs of the juniors. But since Auntie has this time, it is better to focus more on Sibo's education. I heard that he had a fight at school last week and beat Minister Zhao's grandson until the corner of his mouth was split. He threatened him in front of so many people and told him to apologize. He met me at a dinner party and made a fuss about it, which really made me lose face."

"Is this happening?" Mr. Fu paused as soon as he picked up the chopsticks, staring at Fu Jianfang with such intensity that he couldn't sit still.

"Dad, it's not like that. Listen to me. It's normal for children to fight and make noise in school. When they get angry, they say whatever they say. They don't mean it."

Fu Jianfang was panicking and was busy explaining. How could she think of targeting Fu Jichen and his wife? She knew that the old man hated seeing the Fu family being so powerful outside.

"Is he still a child? I think Honghong is more sensible than him!" The old man glanced at Sibo, who was silent at the table, and then turned his attention to Fu Jianfang. The child is not sensible. After all, it is because the adults have not taught him well, "If you really If you don't teach well, I'll send someone to the army to stay for a few months to learn the rules of life. After you come out, you can slowly catch up on cultural classes. If you don't know how to behave, what's the use of reading more books? It's not a shame after you go out. Show your eyes!"

Sibo didn't dare to talk back to the old man, and kept winking at his own mother, saying that he didn't want to join the army!

The old man even used words like "embarrassing". Fu Jianfang was ashamed, but still wanted to fight with the old man: "Sibo is not old enough."

"You don't have to compete with those soldiers, just learn the rules from Lao Li."

"How could he stand the management of the army..."

"Do you think I want to send him in?" The old man interrupted her, "It's not like you and your wife only care about yourselves all day long and ignore your children. If things go on like this, I think the children will be raised to waste! After all, you are half of the Fu family's blood. "

"Dad, it won't happen." Fu Jianfang said firmly, "I will discipline him well when I go back, and this won't happen again. Dad, I promise you."

The family dinner came to an end with the old man's angry rebuke and Fu Jianfang's plea. The nanny brought fresh fish soup that had been simmered for several hours, and each person took a bowl.

The fish soup was stewed in a casserole. It was very hot when it was served. Shen Jia Nian was afraid that the children would get burned accidentally, so she scooped it up with a spoon, blew on it, and fed it to Hong Hong.

"Thank you, auntie." Honghong pursed his lips and took a sip of the fish soup, thanking him politely, not forgetting to remind Shen Jia Nian, "Auntie, you drink it too, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Shen Jia Nian smiled and rolled his eyes, feeling soft in his heart. He couldn't help pinching Hong Hong's face: "Auntie doesn't want to drink. Hong Hong drinks more."

Honghong tilted his head: "Why don't aunt drink?"

Shen Jia Nian was sensitive to smells after she was pregnant and couldn't get used to the smell of fish soup, but she didn't say it explicitly and whispered to Hong Hong, "Because Auntie doesn't like to eat fish." "I know, just like Hong Hong doesn't like to eat carrots. "Honghong covered his mouth and snickered. Then he thought of something and said with a crying face, "But my mother will let me eat it every time, and she also said that carrots are nutritious."

Shen Jianian smiled, not knowing what to say, and then Honghong said: "I really envy you, you don't have to eat anything you don't like."

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After the family finished eating and left, the nanny came to clear the table.

Fu Jichen's cell phone rang. It was a business call. He told Shen Jianian that he would go home after he answered the phone. Then he avoided other people and hurried to the tea room.

Shen Jia Nian walked out and put a hand on Hong Hong's head. Hong Hong raised his head and told her how fun his remote control car was.

After the meal, the little guy got a lot closer to his aunt, and they became good friends who talked about everything.

Shen Jianian, who was listening to him, didn't notice the nanny passing by with a tray. Fu Jianfang's eyes showed a fierce look. He was dissatisfied with being scolded by the old man at the dinner table. He raised his hand to stroke his hair, but it was to knock the nanny's hand over. tray.

"careful!"

The nanny screamed, and there was no time to save her. The things in the tray fell one after another.

Seeing the casserole falling down and hitting the child on the head, Shen Jia Nian pulled the child away. The casserole fell to the ground and shattered, and the soup splashed onto her ankles.

Not only that, but also a bowl of soup poured down from her body. In an instant, she was in a miserable state.

That bowl of soup was the last fish soup that was served, one for each person, and Shen Jia Nian's portion was left untouched. After the fish soup cooled down slightly, the fishy smell became stronger. Shen Jia Nian's stomach was churning, and there was a mess around his feet. He had nowhere to put his feet. Before she could rush to the bathroom, she bent over and vomited out everything she had just eaten at the dinner table.

Honghong was so frightened that he cried loudly.

The mother of the child was just a few steps away. At the moment the accident happened, she watched helplessly but was unable to stop it. Her heart stopped with fear. Fortunately, Shen Jia Nian reacted quickly. Otherwise, such a heavy casserole hit Hong Hong's head, and the consequences would be unimaginable. .

After confirming that her child was okay and comforting him with a few words to stop his crying, Honghong's mother went to check on Shen Jianian: "Sister-in-law, how are you?"

Seeing that her face was pale, she shouted, "Come quickly."

Fu Jichen, who was answering the phone in the tea room, heard his sister-in-law's cry. He had a bad premonition and rushed out, forgetting to hang up the phone.

Seeing the embarrassed Shen Jianian and the mess on the floor in the restaurant, Fu Jichen's eyebrows jumped hard and he asked calmly: "What's going on?!"

The nanny who got into trouble shivered and turned pale. She was walking well carrying the tray. Unexpectedly, Fu Jianfang suddenly raised her hand. She lost her grip and everything fell on Shen Jianian, almost injuring the child.

Fu Jichen didn't go back to his old house very often. Everyone knew that he was the person who should not be messed with at home. His usually cold and indifferent demeanor made people feel terrified, but when he got angry, no one could resist him.

The nanny didn't dare to say anything wrong with Fu Jianfang, and it was unintentional. She was the master of the family. If she shifted all the blame to Fu Jianfang, she would have to pack up and leave tomorrow.

Fu Jichen frowned deeply and had no time to look at the nanny's panic. He only stared at Shen Jianian, his eyes full of nervousness and worry: "If you are injured, let's go to the hospital."

Shen Jia Nian was also a little frightened. She was dazed for a long time before she recovered. She shook her head slightly. Except for her ankles, she didn't feel any pain on her body, and she didn't feel any discomfort in her stomach. She was hit by the tableware a few times, and was splashed. Some soup was added and it looked very messy.

The nanny apologized to Fu Jichen with a trembling cry: "I'm sorry, young master, I didn't mean to do it. I didn't hold the tray steady when I was carrying the tray, and that's how I hurt the young lady. I'm really sorry. I will be more careful in the future. I'm sorry..." "

Just to give the nanny ten courages, Fu Jianfang forgives her for not daring to speak nonsense. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she looked down at her nails, perfectly invisible.

But Fu Jichen is not that easy to fool. The nanny has worked in this family for decades and is not a careless person. How could a person who was always cautious and prudent in doing things make such a stupid mistake, knocking over the tray and hitting someone?

"I'll ask you one last time. Remember, this is your only chance. Did you really accidentally knock over the tray, or was there another reason?"

Fu Jichen's eyes were cold and impersonal, as if the nanny would be fired the next second if she dared to admit it, no matter how hard she had contributed to the old house in the past.

Hearing this, Fu Jianfang, who had just raised his feet and was about to leave, felt a thump in his heart.