In Love With The Uncle

"Hasn't Fu Jinghan found it yet?"

The last time I heard from him was when he was caught and severely punished for stealing someone he shouldn't have stolen. It has been nearly two months now, and the people he sent have not heard yet.

This makes Fu Chiyuan inevitably anxious.

Han Lin also felt his anxious mood, but he couldn't do anything.

"Yes, I haven't found it yet."

Fu Jinghan's luck was very good. They left early every time before. Recently, there was no news even. Obviously, he has no money and is down to the extreme, but he still hides it tightly.

This frustrated Han Lin.

He thinks his professional ability may need to be improved. If it goes on like this, even if his husband doesn't say anything, he feels ashamed.

"Keep looking."

Fu Chiyuan ordered coldly, and Han Lin nodded quickly.

Seeing that the time was almost the same, Fu Chiyuan immediately closed the unfinished documents, got up, took his coat and left.

It's winter.

Outside the suit, Fu Chiyuan wore a long windbreaker, and the whole person looked more and more tall and straight.

During the period when Gu Xinning lost his trace, the cold color on Fu Chiyuan's face would be relieved only when he thought of his lovely daughter, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows would be a little soft.

On his way home, Fu Chiyuan asked the driver to park his car at the door of a cake shop that looked chic and lovely.

He got out of the car and went to pick out a new cake that Fu would still like.

"Welcome next time."

In the sweet smile of the waiter, Fu Chiyuan left calmly.

Tall and straight man, handsome and indifferent. It happened that when I chose the cake and left with the cake, the expression on my face was like melting ice and snow, which was gentle and intoxicating.

Unfortunately, such a perfect man is someone else's.

"Where's sweetheart?"

Stepping into the living room with his head held high, Fu Chiyuan carefully put the cake on the exquisite cabinet in the porch, took off his windbreaker, hung up the hanger, changed his shoes and asked the robot xiaopang next to him.

"Miss sweetheart is upstairs in her bedroom."

Xiao Pang's unique mechanical sound system started. Fu Chiyuan nodded at the speech, stepped on slippers, took the cake, put it in the refrigerator, and then strode upstairs.

Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap.

"Honey, baby, Dad's coming in."

Fu Chiyuan said as he opened the door and went in. Fu, who was sitting cross legged on the soft plush carpet reading fairy tale books, still immediately raised his head and looked at him with a bright smile.

"Dad."

"Baby."

Fu Chiyuan walked over and sat casually next to his daughter. As soon as he fished, he held his daughter in his arms, circled her from the back, and took the opened fairy tale book by the way.

He kissed his daughter's head gently, with a gentle voice: "Dad, read it to our sweetheart, will you?"

During the period when Gu Xinning disappeared, Fu Chiyuan did everything about her in order to take care of her daughter's mood. Including reading fairy tales to her daughter, telling bedtime stories, and even singing lullaby.

Even the manual work assigned by Fu still kindergarten is completed by Fu Chiyuan and his daughter every time.

If a man who is decisive in SJ the Ningcheng business district and is known to be frightened, if he lets people know that he is at home with his daughter, he may think that he is dazzled or the end of the world.

"OK."

Fu still snuggled happily in his father's arms and listened to him read fairy tales to himself.

When the time was almost up, Fu Chiyuan took his daughter's hand and went downstairs for dinner.

Dinner is made by the hour.

In order to prevent his daughter from delaying dinner because of snacks, even if Fu Chiyuan brought a cake back, he would always take it out for her after dinner.

"Today is a new day for sweetheart's favorite cake shop, so dad bought it for our sweetheart baby. Look, isn't it beautiful? It's dotted with strawberries and broken nuts."

"How beautiful."

The exquisite cake is put in the cartoon cup, emitting a sweet taste.

"Eat carefully."

"Thank you, Dad."

Fu still happily hugged Fu Chiyuan and kissed him on the face. He couldn't wait to eat his cake with a small spoon.

"Eat well."

The little guy praised while eating.

Smiling eyebrows and eyes are curved, a Book of satisfaction.

Fu Chiyuan looked at his daughter with a smile, but his heart was still heavy.

Mostly because Fu is still young, with the passage of time, she gradually came out of the pain and sadness of her mother's disappearance. Although we won't forget the existence of Gu Xinning, it looks much better than before.

Gradually become lively and cheerful, although there is no way to compare with before.

But this has comforted Fu Chiyuan enough.

Although he was thinking about Gu Xinning every day, Fu Chiyuan attached great importance to his daughter's psychology.

After eating the cake, Fu Chiyuan took his daughter to brush her teeth. Put the hot water in and let her take a bath. When the little guy came out in his wet hair and pajamas, Fu Chiyuan began to skillfully blow her hair.

It's all done. It's almost time.

Fu was still sleepy by his father.

Fu Chiyuan carefully put his daughter on her little bed and gently covered the quilt.

Flicking away the broken hair on the little guy's face, Fu Chiyuan bent down and kissed her gently on her forehead.

"Good night, Dad's baby."

The sleeping Fu still moved with his eyes closed. His voice was very low and shouted, "Mom."

There was a lump in his voice.

With a gentle sound, he hit Fu Chiyuan's heart like a heavy hammer.

At that moment, he felt as if his heart had been mercilessly penetrated by an invisible hand. The pain hit him, and even his breathing became difficult. His eyes began to gush uncontrollable anger, and his breath suddenly became cold.

It was not until he saw his daughter's sad expression that Fu Chiyuan suddenly woke up.

He straightened up quickly and silently and left quickly.

Dong!

In the gym downstairs, Fu Chiyuan bared his upper body and wore loose sports pants. His eyes were cold and constantly punched the sandbag in front of him.

A dull sound resounded through the gym.

The glittering sweat slipped along the muscles with clear texture in his upper body, and his handsome face was also covered with sweat. As if he didn't know fatigue, he indulged in venting his anger and hatred at the bottom of his heart.

Finally, his vent ended with a roundabout kick.

Untie the bandage wrapped around the back of his hand, and Fu Chiyuan strode away.

Behind him was the sound of the sand bag being broken and the gravel flowing out.

Enough to see how much effort he used to vent just now.

After taking a bath, Fu Chiyuan stood on the balcony attached to the bedroom, with a lit cigarette between his slender fingers.

He didn't smoke.

A moment later, Fu Chiyuan held the burning smoke tightly in his palm.

Stinging, but can not drown the thoughts at the bottom of my heart.

"Heart lemon."