Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 167 Daddy, it’s not good to be picky about food
Fu Jingbo was puzzled.

"Zhan Mochen is not a womanizer. He was just playing with that woman." Fu Mingwen's cloudy eyes flickered: "We will wait until he has had enough fun before we take action."

"Not necessarily." Fu Jingbo lowered his eyes and whispered.

He rarely refutes Fu Mingwen's father's opinions face to face, but this time...

Fu Jingbo carefully recalled Zhan Mochen's expression at that time.

That kind of anger and unhesitating movement is obviously a declaration of sovereignty.

As a man, Fu Jingbo intuitively felt that Zhan Mo Chen cared about An Yan.

Fu Mingwen felt a little unhappy when he saw that his son dared to contradict him in person.

Fu Jingbo felt uneasy and mustered up the courage to suggest: "Dad, Zhan Mochen seems to like An Yan very much. Our Fu family can't afford to offend Zhan Mochen at the moment. There is no need to make trouble with him because of a woman. Do you want to do it again?" Consider it?"

"What's there to consider?" Fu Mingwen's eyes were filled with coldness. He suddenly grabbed the teacup beside him and threw it at his son.

The caregiver's legs softened and she almost fell to the ground.

Fu Jingbo tilted his head slightly, barely avoiding it.

Fu Mingwen's eyes were cold: "This is revenge for seizing my wife! I must avenge the humiliation six years ago!"

"If you can't even do this little thing well, I will treat you as my son without you."

After leaving these words, Fu Mingwen turned his head.

The caregiver endured the trembling and stepped forward, carefully pushing him back to the room.

Fu Jingbo stayed where he was, his expression ugly.

Father and son broke up unhappy.

An Yan was busy all afternoon.

Yu Fei and Fu successfully signed the contract, and the subsequent cooperation will be detailed one by one.

Qin Shu carried the thick documents in and out, and An Yan was too busy to even drink water.

But looking at the increasingly beautiful numbers on the company's reports, she felt filled with a sense of accomplishment.

When I looked up, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

"Thank you for your hard work." An Yan quickly asked Qin Shu to get off work.

When she got busy, she forgot to get off work, and Qin Shu also worked overtime with her.

Qin Shu shook his head: "It's not hard. I'm happy to be able to work with Mr. An."

"Really?" An Yan smiled, noncommittal.

She doesn't doubt Qin Shu, but she has been putting pressure on Qin Shu recently.

Qin Shu nodded seriously: "Really. With Mr. An, I can see hope, and I feel at ease."

"Everyone also said that since Mr. An took over the company, the company's atmosphere has been refreshing, and it is no longer as messy as before."

An Yan was surprised and pleasantly surprised: "Really?"

She thought many people would hate her strength.

But thinking about Anbangguo’s style, it’s not difficult to imagine what life was like for Yufei’s employees before.

From now on, it will be a new beginning for Yu Fei.

"Then let's work hard together."

An Yan smiled at Qin Shu and walked out of the company door happily.

When she got home, the corners of her upturned lips had not yet fallen.

"Baby, Mommy is back!"

As soon as An Yan entered the door, she exchanged three little ones.

The three little ones and Dabai rushed out to greet her: "Mommy, thank you for your hard work. Has Mommy eaten?"

"Not yet. Have you left any food for mommy?"

"Yes, yes, there is red bean porridge for dinner today. I will serve it to Mommy!"

An Nuannuan was the most considerate and walked straight to the kitchen with her short legs.

An Chenchen was worried and followed him.

The servant came out after hearing the sound and hurried to the kitchen to help.

At the dinner table, An Yan chatted with the three little ones while drinking porridge, asking them what they did at home during the day.

An Suisui answered quickly: "My brother plays with the computer, I play with the robot, and Nuan Nuan plays house with the dolls!"

After saying that, she presented the treasure to An Yan: "Mommy, look, Daddy helped me put together the robot!"

"Daddy? Your daddy is back?"

An Yan choked and almost choked.

She glanced towards the children's room, and Zhan Mochen was indeed there.But he had no intention of paying attention to her and concentrated on building the robot according to the drawings.

It was obvious that he had been playing with the three little ones for a long time.

So, he ignored her on purpose?

Thinking of the dispute between the two today, the red bean porridge in An Yan's mouth suddenly lost its taste.

She put down her spoon and stood up.

"I'm full, let's go, I'll take you to bed."

The three children were tired after playing for a day, so they followed An Yan to wash up obediently, and soon fell asleep to the gentle voice of An Yan telling stories.

An Yan looked at the three little ones sleeping peacefully, kissed them one by one, and then went to wash up.

When An Yan wiped her hair and pushed open the door of the master bedroom, she was stunned.

On the big bed, the man slept sideways, occupying half of the bed.

An Yan lay down gently on the other side.

The man turned his back to her and remained motionless, as if he was asleep.

Still, angry?

An Yan carefully thought about what happened at noon, feeling vaguely regretful.

Perhaps Zhan Mochen had good intentions.

Is her reaction a bit extreme?

An Yan was so confused that she tossed and turned until late at night before falling asleep.

Half asleep and half awake, An Yan felt something strange again.

Was she affected by Zhan Mochen's emotions?

Since when did she actually care about Zhan Mochen's emotions...

No, no, no, she couldn't possibly care about this man. She wasn't interested in anything about him.

Can't think about it anymore, go to sleep.

An Yan covered her head with a quilt and buried herself like an ostrich.

After a long time, the man moved slightly and turned over slightly.

In the darkness, only the sound of the little woman's shallow breathing came.

A faint fragrance rushed into the nose, Zhan Mochen's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he couldn't help but reach out quietly.

Sure enough, I touched a strand of moist hair.

"I don't have to worry about getting a headache if I go to bed without blow-drying my hair."

Zhan Mochen sighed resignedly, climbed up gently and went into the bathroom to get a clean towel.

He carefully wiped the moisture from the tips of the little woman's hair, then turned off the light again and lay down.

The faint fragrance of the little woman lingered around him. Although Zhan Mochen was a gentleman, he couldn't bear to have his beloved woman lying next to him. He could see but not touch, let alone...

He took a deep breath, suppressed the fire in his heart, stretched out his long arms, gently held the little woman to his chest, and then closed his eyes with satisfaction.

Of course he was angry, but he still couldn't bear to let go of his little woman.

The next morning.

Zhan Mochen was woken up by the alarm clock.

"Pig, you have two holes in your nose..."

The funny music penetrated his eardrums, and Zhan Mochen opened his eyes, completely confused.

When did he set such a ridiculous alarm clock?

I got up and pressed the piercing ringtone, only to realize that the little woman I held in my arms last night had long disappeared.

Zhan Mochen got up to get dressed and wash up with a complicated mood.

When I was going downstairs, I happened to see a capable figure hurriedly going out with a bag.

The three children were sitting around the dining table eating breakfast.

Seeing Daddy appear, the three little ones quickly called him to eat: "Daddy, come and eat!"

Zhan Mochen sat down at the dining table, with slices of bread, fried eggs, and a glass of warm milk in front of him.

Zhan Mochen habitually took the milk and called the servant: "Make me a cup of coffee."

He is not used to drinking milk and usually only drinks coffee for breakfast.

The servant came over quickly, but An Nuannuan's round eyes widened and her little mouth pouted.

"Daddy, it's not good to be picky about food!" An Nuannuan raised her fat little finger and shook it.

(End of this chapter)