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Chapter 103 I owe her an explanation

In the morning, after eating, Fu Hanshen sent Song Xiaoyuan to school, and Song Yan started to clean up the house after chatting about everything.

Since their mother and son moved in here, Song Yan dismissed the cleaning staff who came regularly every day, and she almost did all the housework.

It turned out that Fu Hanshen himself did not agree with her approach.

He didn't bring their mother and son here for a full-time nanny, but Song Yan was stubborn. Because he quit his job in the hospital and hadn't returned to work yet, he had a lot of free time all day long, and Pei Siyu was busy with magazine work every day, so he rarely Have time with her.

So when she was almost bored, she had nothing to do except cleaning the house every day, watering the flowers outside the door and so on.

From now on, Fu Hanshen can only let her go, as long as she is happy.

But around ten o'clock in the morning, Yiyuan ushered in a person that Song Yan didn't expect - Mrs. Fu.

Hearing the sound of a car stopping outside, Song Yan knew that Fu Han felt that it was impossible to come back at this moment, so he put down the rag in his hand and went out, only to see Mrs. Fu appearing at the door.

Seeing that the old man would appear here, Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and hurried forward, "You..."

She wanted to say something, but found that she didn't know what to say in the first sentence so it wasn't embarrassing.

Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Mrs. Fu looked at her and said complainingly, "Why don't you invite me in?"

"You come in." Song Yan hurried over, wanting to hold her hand, but he was afraid that the old lady would be disgusted, so he had to stand aside, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

Mrs. Fu snorted, glanced at her, then raised her head and walked into the house with a happy attitude.

Song Yan asked her to sit down in the living room, with a humble posture, and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"Tea, I'm not a young man, I have heart disease, so I don't touch coffee."

"Okay, you wait."

When Song Yanzheng turned around and walked to the kitchen, he glanced at the door, but found that there was no one, it seemed that only the old lady and a driver came here, so he looked away again and walked to the kitchen.

Today is a few days since that day at Fu's house.

I didn't expect Mrs. Fu to come here today...

As for what the purpose is, or what the old lady Fu is thinking, it is probably to issue the final order to evict her, so she should wrap up the quilt and leave...

After all, Mrs. Fu herself could not accept her existence. She even "deceived" Mrs. Fu before, which is unforgivable if you think about it.

It's only natural to come and drive her away...

After a while, Song Yan finished making tea and walked out with a teacup. Mrs. Fu kept looking at her eyes, and took them back when she approached.

"Your tea."

After taking the teacup handed to her, Mrs. Fu said in a slightly awkward voice, "Sit down."

Seeing Old Madam Fu's attitude, Song Yan could only sit down opposite her.

Old Madam Fu glanced casually across the entire living room, seeing the bucket and rags by the French windows not far away, raised her eyebrows, "You were cleaning just now?"

Song Yan nodded, "Yeah." Thinking that this answer was too simple and indifferent, he added, "I'm bored, I just want to find something to do."

"I remember you said you were a doctor before." Mrs. Fu turned her head and scanned her up and down, "Why are you free? Don't you have to go to work?"

Song Yan didn't hide it, "Some time ago, I temporarily quit my job because of something special, and I haven't returned to work yet."

Although she didn't know what happened to her, Mrs. Fu didn't pursue the matter further.

Song Yan was sitting opposite, with his hands on his lap, his palms were so nervous that oozing a little cold, he didn't dare to look directly at Mrs. Fu, so he could only stare at the teacup in Mrs. Fu's hand that was curling up with mist.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while, and even Mrs. Fu didn't know what she should say at this time.

After hesitating for a while, she could only pick up the teacup to hide the awkwardness in her heart at the moment. She just wanted to take a sip, but when she touched the tea, she frowned, "It's hot."

Song Yan hurriedly stood up, "Let me help you cool off."

"No need." Mrs. Fu raised her hand to stop her movement, "Sit down."

Song Yan could only sit back again.

Mrs. Fu held the teacup, looked at her awkwardly, and suddenly said, "I like the hairstyle that day."

Song Yan was dazed for a while, then remembered the hair he had done for Mrs. Fu before, and smiled a little guiltyly, "You don't dislike my poor craftsmanship."

"Hmph." Mrs. Fu snorted softly, and said displeasedly, "Don't come with me like this kind of language politeness. You obviously did a good job, so why pretend to be modest?"

"..."

Thinking that she was upset, one sentence knocked Song Yan back to his original form, shrunk his neck resentfully, and fell silent.

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Fu hated iron and steel, "Didn't you talk to me a lot before? Why don't you say a word now?"

Song was speechless, "This..."

"Actually, I had a pretty good impression of you at first." She was not allowed to speak at all. The old lady Fu was in a rage, interrupted her and continued angrily, "But why did you lie to me? Do you know that being deceived What does it feel like?"

"It's like winning a lottery ticket of 500 million yuan, but when you redeem the prize, someone tells you that the lottery ticket is fake."

"Yes!" Mrs. Fu agreed with this sentence very much, "That's the feeling! I know that's how I was when you lied to me!"

"..."

"I'm still in a bad mood right now, why did you lie to me?" Mrs. Fu couldn't let go.

But in fact, what bothered her the most was not that Song Yan had lied to her.

Mrs. Fu was confused, but now she knew very well in her heart that Song Yan was not to blame for this incident.

In the final analysis, it was because she didn't realize it, and she didn't ask Song Yan. She took Song Yan back in a daze, regarded Song Yan as a friend in a daze, and didn't think of the relationship between Song Yan and Fu Hanshen in a daze.

Obviously when she came here before, she should have thought that Song Yan was the one who lived here, but she just didn't connect them together.

"Let me ask you." Mrs. Fu looked at Song Yan again, her charming face was full of blame, "Did you discover my identity long ago when you were in the mall?"

Song Yan replied truthfully, "At that time, I was just skeptical, not sure."

"So when I bring you in here later, are you sure?" Seeing Song nodded, Old Madam Fu became even angrier, "Then how do you put it on and make me wander around the house looking for someone like an idiot? "

Is the emotional old lady angry that she didn't tell her the truth, and then let her be there alone to find someone?

Song Yan blushed in embarrassment, "I'm sorry."

She didn't tell old lady Fu what she had planned to confess several times, and old lady Fu didn't want to listen to her, and said, "Forget it, anyway, this matter is over, and it's useless to talk about it."

Song Yan lowered his eyelashes slightly, feeling uneasy.

It was as if a death row prisoner was waiting for approval, waiting for Mrs. Fu's final word.

Mrs. Fu looked at Song Yan for a long time, and her heart was very messy. She thought of the words she had said in front of Song Yan more than once before, and her heart was even more complicated.

Thinking about it, I feel that it is really embarrassing to throw it at my grandmother's house.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a little stiff again, Mrs. Fu was very awkward again. Seeing that the teacup in her hand was getting cold, she took a sip, then put down the teacup, and stood up abruptly, "That's it, I'll go back first."

Song Yan suddenly looked up at her, not quite convinced, puzzled, "You... are you going back?"

"Otherwise?" Mrs. Fu glared at her, "What can I do if I don't go back? Let me stay here all the time, you don't dare to do anything, and the two of you just sit here stiffly and stupidly?"

"..."

Song Yan was amused by the old lady's reproachful tone and couldn't help laughing, but she restrained herself very well, and got up as well, still asking uncertainly, "Don't you... have anything else to say? ?”

"What else to say?"

Shouldn't it be said to let her leave Fu Hanshen's side as soon as possible, let her move out of here as soon as possible?
Of course, Song Yan didn't dare to say what was in his heart. After all, Mrs. Fu didn't even open her mouth, and it was hard for her to say it.

Mrs. Fu ignored her doubts and ignorance, and walked to the door. Suddenly, she remembered something, stopped her footsteps, and turned her head, "Thinking about it, I should have something to say."

"..."

This sudden change made Song Yan straighten his back nervously, not daring to pant for breath.

Seeing her nervous look, Mrs. Fu snorted contemptuously, "The tea is quite delicious."

"..."

Some people sneer and snort to express their dissatisfaction or disdain for a person, while some people's scorn and snort are actually admiration and liking for a person in disguise.

Mrs. Fu obviously belongs to the latter.

Song Yan stood where she was, her eyes glazed over, and she forgot about God for a long time. This was a result she couldn't believe nor expected.

She thinks that she didn't do much to please Mrs. Fu. If Mrs. Fu had a good impression of her before, it was because the old lady didn't know her relationship with Fu Hanshen at that time. Under the circumstances, there is really no reason to still like her?

And in the past few days, she didn't do anything that would particularly touch Mrs. Fu, and she had never even met her. Although Mrs. Fu didn't say that she still likes her now, at least she didn't hate her. You can see it in your attitude.

Suddenly, he discovered that Fu Hanshen's family really couldn't be compared with ordinary families.

At least, she thinks their family is really cute.

This should be the feeling of winning the 500 million lottery and redeeming it successfully, right?

**
Mrs. Fu got into the car, the driver in front immediately started the car and left, and in the back seat was Fu Zhongtian who refused to show his face from the beginning to the end.

Mrs. Fu complained to him as soon as she got in the car, "It's nice of you, let me go in alone and wait in the car by myself, isn't that on purpose?"

Fu Zhongtian glanced from the rearview mirror to Song Yan who came out of the house and stood at the door to watch them leave. His old face was tense and he couldn't tell what emotion he was in. He opened his mouth slowly and asked in a deep voice, "Where's that child?"

"I saw him in the house just now, so he must have gone to school." Mrs. Fu couldn't understand, and leaned closer to him, "You have been asking me about that child for the past two days, so you want to know, why did you just now?" Why don't you go in and ask yourself?"

Chief Fu glanced at his wife beside him, "Did you ask?"

"No, you are not here, let me ask what alone? How do I know what you want to know?"

Fu Zhongtian frowned his old brows, and his tense face was somewhat serious.

The old lady Fu said again, "I've always wanted to know what happened to that child in the past years. What are you planning?"

Fu Zhongtian said in a heavy tone, "What else can I have in mind?"

"I don't know you." The old lady Fu said unwillingly, "Since the day I stayed with Fu Er in the study, you have been mysterious and refused to tell me anything, you just want to suffocate I."

The car drove out of the art garden smoothly, Fu Zhongtian frowned, pondered for a long time, and suddenly said in a low voice, "Haven't you noticed that that child is very similar to Fu Er when he was a child?"

"Of course I saw it long ago."

After subconsciously answering this sentence, Mrs. Fu froze suddenly. She seemed to realize something in her mind. This sentence comes.

"You mean..." Stiff and dazed for a long time, Mrs. Fu slowly turned her head and looked at her wife beside her with frozen eyes, but she couldn't say the next word for a while.

Seeing what she had already guessed, Fu Zhongtian closed his eyes lightly, and said in a steady voice, filled with indescribable old age, "He is our grandson."

"..."

"It's the surrogate child more than six years ago. We owe some debts to their mother and child. Now, I'm afraid it's time to pay it back..."

**
Fu Hanshen, who was holding a senior management meeting in the company, sat in the center and closed his eyes one by one to listen to the January situation reports of the respective departments of the senior management.

The chief male assistant, Shang Wu, knocked on the door of the conference room at this time, walked in and handed the mobile phone to Fu Hanshen, bent down and whispered in his ear, "Boss Fu, it's Mr. Fu's call."

Fu Hanshen opened a pair of fine dark eyes, raised his hand to interrupt the financial department's report, and after signaling them to pause, he took the phone and put it to his ear.

On the other end was the nervous voice of Fu Zhongtian's personal secretary, "Second Young Master, the old lady has a heart attack and is in the hospital!"

"..."

Leng Leng took a deep breath, and his pupils shrank and condensed together terrifyingly. At that moment, Fu Hanshen seemed to be in a state of chaos and full of hostility, and his eyes instantly burst into a terrifying, sinister luster.

"Jingchen!" He strode out without looking back, but his voice came over, "I'll leave the rest to you."

Jing Chen is one of the company's executives, because the two are young, and although their positions in the company are not as high as Fu Hanshen's, they are not low. In addition, he has strong abilities and is quite respected in the company.

Seeing that Fu Han was in a hurry, he felt that something serious had happened, so Jing Chen hurriedly stood up, "What happened?"

It's a pity that Fu Hanshen had already walked out of the office, so he couldn't hear his words, so he couldn't answer.

Immediately, the rest of the executives in the conference room looked at each other, whispering at each other in bewilderment, wondering what happened to make their always prudent President Fu go so messy and violent in an instant.

Seeing that Fu Hanshen had just left the matter to him, Jing Chen frowned, and looked at the commotion in the conference room. At this moment, Fu Hanshen's upper body was a bit cold and serious, "Everyone be quiet!"

"..."

"Continue with the report just now."

He sat down and presided over the overall situation.

**
When Fu Hanshen rushed to the hospital, Mrs. Fu was still in the emergency room.

In the corridor outside was Fu Zhongtian with a cane, his private secretary, the driver and others, all of them were waiting nervously with solemn faces.

Fu Zhongtian was quite calm, sitting on the bench with a cane, his usually tense old face became more serious and serious at this moment.

Seeing Fu Hanshen approaching with big strides, Shi Heng followed behind.

Fu Zhongtian raised his old eyes and looked at his son, then suddenly heaved a long sigh, feeling a little unspeakable.

Fu Hanshen walked up to him, pursed his thin lips tightly, and didn't say a word, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a gloomy and worried light, making people daunting.

Shi Heng looked at the father and son, quietly and carefully approached Fu Zhongtian's private secretary, and asked in a low voice, "How is the old lady?"

The private secretary shook his head, "It's been more than half an hour since I went in, and no doctor has come out yet."

"How did this happen?" Shi Heng frowned, all worried, "Didn't you always say that no one is allowed to provoke the old lady? Why did it become like this now?"

The old lady has always suffered from heart disease. It is said that it was caused by a long time ago. After so many years, it has not been cured.

The doctor once said that the old lady's biggest problem was not her heart disease, but a heart disease in her heart, and few people knew what that heart disease was.

So no matter what, no matter how much everyone was joking and joking, they didn't dare to really upset the old lady, let alone provoke her.

Even the boss found a married woman with children outside, the old lady didn't really have a heart attack because of it, why did she suddenly...

Hearing Shi Heng's words, the secretary subconsciously glanced at Fu Zhongtian who was sitting in the chair, then sighed softly, shook his head, and signaled Shi Heng not to ask any more questions.

Seeing his helpless appearance, Shi Heng could only shut up.

The atmosphere in the corridor was silent, and the passage of time made people feel that it passed very slowly. Except for the nurses, doctors and patients passing by, no one said a word in the space.

After a long sigh of relief, Fu Zhongtian's old voice sounded slowly, "Go and bring her."

"..."

"Even though she hates it in her heart, this matter has to be said all the time, and we have always owed her an explanation."

These words were addressed to Fu Hanshen.

Standing in the corridor, Fu Hanshen's eyes darkened slightly, but he didn't say a word.

**
It seems that the time is almost noon. After cleaning the house, Song Yan has almost nothing else to do. Thinking of Mrs. Fu's seemingly kind attitude towards her before, she is in an indescribably good mood, so she can't help but take a taxi Arrived at the downstairs of Fu Hanshen's company.

Instead of going up, he took out his mobile phone and dialed his number.

The call was connected quickly, and she spoke first, "Are you free now? I want to pick up Xiao Yuan with you, and we will go out for dinner at noon today."

The tone was very brisk, and there was a little joy in her heart.

"Well, it just so happens that I have something to ask you too." Fu Hanshen's deep and emotionless voice came from the other end, "Where are you now?"

Song Yan felt that his tone was a bit heavy, and felt that she might be thinking too much, so she said again, "It's downstairs in your company."

"Just wait there, I'll come pick you up."

After speaking, the phone hangs up.

Listening to the busy tone from the phone, Song Yan was stunned for a while.

Why is there something wrong with his tone?

(End of this chapter)