Ex-wife Won't Remarry

After a sleepless night, muxiyan, who couldn't sleep, tried to resist the feeling of a splitting headache, and the genius got up.

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Fu Junhao was stunned when he saw the steaming food on the table as soon as he came downstairs.

Breakfast is not too rich, but it is exquisite. The mellow millet porridge with green side dishes and milk is not as formulaic as western breakfast, but shows a touch of warmth and harmony!

At this time, a figure in an apron turned out. Fu Junhao's eyes flashed, but he didn't talk to him.

She put the delicate and elegant butterfly on the table, looked down at the things on the table, and smiled on her beautiful face. The whole person was quiet and warm.

Looking at this scene, a feeling of quiet years suddenly welled up in his heart. Fu Junhao subconsciously hooked his lips.

"Get up?" Muxi Yan turned and saw him in a trance. He pressed down his doubts and asked softly.

Fu Junhao returned to his senses, nodded faintly, bypassed her, sat down opposite, and ate breakfast slowly. His behavior was flowing and elegant everywhere. The whole person was like a distant and meaningful ink painting.

Mu Xiyan's eyes flashed in a trance, but he recovered his Qingming in just a few seconds, stretched out his hand and opened his chair to sit down.

For a time, the air was as quiet as water. In such a large space, only the spoon echoed, and the clattering sound of hitting the porcelain bowl from time to time.

"We'll start later!"

The low mellow voice floated faintly. Muxi said that his actions were sluggish, looked up and looked at him puzzled.

"It's time to go back and meet the old man!" Fu Junhao glanced at her, pulled the dinner handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Muxi nodded clearly and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the blood bruise on the knuckles of his fingers, and his eyes were slightly sluggish.

"Are you... Okay?"

"Hmm?" Fu Junhao looked at her puzzled. Seeing her staring at her hand, she seemed to blame herself. Her eyes were deep. After a moment, he slowly withdrew his hand and got up. "It's all right!" he dropped two words and got up and walked outside the door.

"Breakfast, it tastes good!"

A few seconds later, a low alcohol magnetic sound floated in the air. Muxi said, his eyes trembled slightly, opened his mouth, and just stared at his figure disappearing into the morning light.

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The Fu family is a rare family in Kyoto for a hundred years. Both family style and family industry are handed down from generation to generation and have never been interrupted. Therefore, the homestead where the owners of the Fu family lived for generations also retains an elegant and rigorous atmosphere.

Looking at the heavy old house in front of him, Fu Junhao flashed a trace of cold at the bottom of his eyes, glanced at Muxi's words with his head slightly lowered, and said with a slight warning.

"Keep your duty“

"Don't worry!" Muxi Yan trembled in his heart, mocked himself, answered faintly, and took the lead in entering the gate.

The ink color in Fu Junhao's eyes condensed for a few seconds, then dispersed and hooked his lips to follow.

"Sister-in-law, you're here at last!" as soon as they entered the gate, Fu Ziyan flew up and stared at Fu Junhao. As soon as they took a bath, they were about to walk into the house.

Muxiyan helplessly held her and shook her head. She was really... Direct!

Fu Ziyan tilted her lips, looked lazily at Fu Junhao, and involuntarily shouted, "brother!"

Fu Junhao took a deep look at Mu Xiyan and looked at her cruelly, "what? The little girl is going to ignore people all her life?"

Fu Ziyan, who was stared at by him for a while and felt guilty, turned her eyes, dragged them into the house and said with a flattering smile, "brother can really joke. Let's go. Grandpa and mom are waiting for you inside!"

Several people entered the room. Sure enough, they saw that old Fu was straightening a cup of tea and sipping gently. A lady in a classical cheongsam was sitting at the bottom left. When they saw Fu Junhao coming in, his eyes flickered slightly for a few seconds.

Fu Junhao's smile deepened a little, but it didn't reach the bottom of his eyes. A strange flash flashed in Muxi Yan's eyes, collected his mind, smiled and shouted, "Grandpa, mom!"

Old Fu nodded to her, his serious look relaxed a little, and then his eyes looked sharply at Fu Junhao with a smile and no words.

"Grandpa!" Fu Junhao picked his eyebrows, called faintly, and then nodded to the lady on one side, "aunt“

As soon as the name fell, Mo Lan's eyes were cold for a moment. A moment later, PI xiaorou answered without laughing.

"Jun Hao!" old Fu shouted with warning, his eyes full of displeasure!

However, Fu Junhao still smiled calmly, with some irony flowing from the bottom of his eyes!

The stiff and condensed atmosphere made Muxi Yan's breathing seem to stop. She looked at old Fu and his son, and her eyes involuntarily fell on Fu Junhao. She seemed to feel that he was even nervous.

What's the matter with this atmosphere? And that aunt

At this time, I felt someone pulling her sleeve. When I turned my head, I saw Fu Ziyan winking at her.

A flash of light flashed from the bottom of his eyes. Muxi took a step forward and handed the gift box in his hand to master Fu. "Grandpa, this is specially prepared for you by Jun Hao. I hope Grandpa will not be angry for his filial piety!"

Then he blinked at Fu Junhao without a trace. Fu Junhao was stunned. Then he looked at her playfully, bathed Xi Yan, pursed his lips, and didn't look at him again.

Old Fu's eyes flashed, took a deep look at her, then nodded faintly, "Hmm!"

Muxi Yan hooked her lips, looked at Fu Ziyan, Fu Ziyan stuck out her tongue, hurried forward to hold her, hehe said with a smile, "Grandpa, don't you always complain that my brother doesn't go home? In order to celebrate my brother's coming home, today's lunch will be handed over to me and my sister-in-law!"

"Can you cook?" old Fu, who was exposed, opened his mouth slightly embarrassed. At the same time, Mo LAN, who looked condensed, couldn't help but hook his lips.

"Don't worry!" without his consent, he took Fu Xiyan and ran away.

For a moment, the hall was quiet again.

"Come with me!" I don't know how long later, Fu took one side of the crutch, dropped a few words, got up and left straight.

Fu Junhao looked slightly heavy, glanced at the Mo LAN around him and calmly followed up.

The left Mo LAN tightly pinched his palm, and the look in his eyes was sharp and cold!