grandpa is not sick

Chapter 119 Reflection (5)
Just as Fu Qingliu picked up the phone, there was a serious and severe reprimand from the person on the other end of the phone, "... a loose and free life will reduce your combat effectiveness, and you need this, don't forget the Fu family, don't forget you Grandpa, grandma and mother! I think you should stop staying in the gallery and find a job in a big company. The competition in the workplace and the pressure of time can keep you sensitive at all times..."

Fu Qingliu knew that the news of her kidnapping yesterday had been spread by a clever reporter, and the news probably frightened him a lot, but even though she knew he was doing it for her own good, she couldn't help but feel tired and bored.

Maybe what he said is right, being a painter who doesn't socialize with others and doesn't need to think about fame and fortune made her lazy and dull, and even she had the ability to concentrate on being a painter not long ago. She is tired of the fast-paced life, the intrigue in the workplace of the rich and powerful, the coercion and condescension with the people she hates, and the non-stop participation in various social parties... only want to strive for the upper class. Only those who live a life of luxury and wealth can have such a courage to move forward, and after so many years, she has experienced too much, and she obviously no longer has this kind of perseverance.

"Sorry..." Fu Qingliu lowered his head and looked at the scenery below the tall building—there was no scenery at all, it was empty, and occasionally a luxury car drove out. This is a high-end community, and almost all the busy singles live there. White-collar workers and gold-collar workers rarely see old people and children wandering around.

Fu Qingliu's low voice of apology obviously softened the hearts of those over there, he sighed, "That farce is almost coming to an end, this time it's a warning, I don't want to hear it again next time." If you encounter any dangerous news, don’t forget that if you don’t commit crimes, others won’t commit crimes against you just because you’ve been far away from high society for too long, and we already have enough evidence to clear the stigma on your head, you You must protect yourself, and don't fall short when the time comes..."

When the training over there finally finished, Fu Qingliu hung up the phone, hung his head in the sun for a while, and then walked into the room with unsteady steps.

Fu Jinyu reminded Fu Qingliu about the cat, Fu Qingliu waved his hand lazily, and sent a message to the clerk to pick up the cat in two days, she really didn't have the mood and energy to coax it into paying.

Fu Yixun also woke up at dusk. Mo Shuhao was no longer in the bedroom. He checked his phone after washing up. There were no missed calls or text messages from Fu Qingliu, so he started to feel unhappy again .

Mo Shuhao was watching TV downstairs, gnawing on an apple in his hand, and when Fu Yixun came down, he hugged his belly and smiled sweetly at him, as if he wasn't the kid who lost his temper and made people angry all night yesterday .

"Daddy, I'm so hungry!"

"It just saves you from starving to death." Fu Yixun retorted coldly.

"I want to eat sweet and sour fish!" Mo Shuhao skillfully ignored his father's bad temper, and smiled cutely to himself.

No matter how unhappy Fu Yixun is, he can’t really starve a child, and besides, he himself is too hungry. He skillfully washes and steams rice, takes out the ingredients that are always in the refrigerator, and cooks, such as sweet and sour fish. , Why did I dare to order food when I was upset?Go away, no fish.

In the past two days, Fu Yixun was doomed to have no time for An Ansheng to have a good meal. After Fu Yixun cooked the dishes, he didn't eat a few mouthfuls. His eyes fell on the dining table. Mo Shuhao obediently went out to get it from the mailbox for him. Newspaper, his eyesight is so good that he could read the words on the newspaper at a glance. He quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks and picked up the newspaper to read. The more he looked at it, his face became greener. Mo Shuhao, who was sobbing, saw this Silently slowed down the speed and voice, and lowered his head to reduce his sense of existence.

(End of this chapter)