Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

"No, I don't want to eat. I want you here." Burning still refused to let go for fear that Mu Yansheng would leave. Although the tears on his small face had been dry, he still couldn't hide the fear and tension in his heart.

Mu Yansheng had no choice but to obey. She stayed with him and didn't dare to leave. She saw that burning had lost a lot of weight in the past two days, her face had no blood color, and her lips were slowly cracked. Although she was worried, she couldn't make any effort. She didn't know what to do.

After work in the evening, Guan Shili returned home as if nothing had happened. Although Fu qizun warned her, she didn't feel threatened. Anyway, she always felt in her heart that as long as Mu Yansheng had a hard time and drove the woman away, her life would be better in the future.

Fu even Zun was still worried about the situation of burning. Although Mu Yansheng missed it when he wanted to find him, now he still wanted to make up for it with all his strength, hoping to make the child feel better.

He drove to the mall to buy a lot of boys' favorite toys and some of burning's favorite food. Seeing that it was getting late, he walked to the door of the apartment. Although he had a key, he still stood at the door and knocked a few times. He was afraid that he would scare them if he went in like this.

Mu Yansheng also heard the knock at the door. Although he didn't know who was coming, he walked over with burnfire, raised his hand and opened the door. Burnfire was lying in her arms all the time, and he was very nervous.

Mu Yansheng was surprised when she saw that it was Fu qiaozun, but then she also returned to normal. After all, this was his apartment, and burning was also his child. Now it was normal for him to come and see such a thing. She retreated to one side with her child in her arms, with a little sadness on her face.

Fu uniform Zun went straight in and put everything down. Seeing the current state of burning, he was naturally not happy. No parent wants his children to suffer like this.

"Well, well, burn, look who's here. Dad came to see you." Mu Yansheng gently patted the burning back, coaxed patiently, and looked at Fu uniform from time to time, with a little helplessness in his eyes.

"Come on, give him to me." Fu qinzun went straight up. He could see that Mu Yansheng was tired. Too many things had happened these days, and burning was always in a bad state. She had to take care of burning and deal with the entanglement of Li Yuqin, so she was inevitably unable to do what she wanted, her face was haggard, and she didn't know when some fine lines appeared in the corners of her eyes.

Mu Yansheng carefully handed the fire to him. He was relieved and was able to bring out the food in the kitchen. I'm afraid the soup in the pot will be dry after coaxing the fire for so long.

Fortunately, burning is just afraid and doesn't pick people. It doesn't conflict with Fu qizun's contact. It's like lying in Mu Yansheng's arms with Jiao. It can be seen that burning is very nostalgic for this rare father's love.

"Haven't you eaten yet? Why don't you sit down and eat together." Mu Yansheng arranged all the meals. Seeing that it was getting late now and Fu uniform Zun had just arrived, he should still be hungry after a day's work, so he subconsciously invited him.

"OK." Fu didn't say much, just nodded, answered at his mouth, and sat down with burning in his arms.

"Well, don't let dad hold it. Come down to dinner." Mu Yansheng saw that burning always hugged Fu qiaozun's neck. He must not be able to eat well, so he reminded him to get burning off him.

"I don't want it. I want my father to feed me." Burning raised his head. His young eyes were full of stubbornness. He tooted his small mouth. There was no room for discussion. Mu Yansheng was also very helpless.

"How old are you? You have to feed. Come down and eat by yourself." Mu Yansheng screwed up Xiumei and pretended to be angry. His words were also a little angry, and there was a trace of severity between his looks.

Flaming shrank in Fu qiaozun's arms, looked at her timidly and confronted her. The air in the living room gradually quieted down, with some depression.

"Well, sit down and eat. I'll feed him." Seeing this situation, Fu qiaozun immediately mediated in the middle. Although he always said one thing and acted vigorously outside, he always exhausted his lifelong tenderness in front of burning. There is no doubt that he is a full loving father, which is completely inconsistent with his image outside.

When he heard this, he couldn't help getting excited. All his unhappiness just now disappeared, and a bright smile immediately appeared on his face. His eyes couldn't help showing bursts of light, not as dim as before.

Mu Yansheng didn't want to say anything more when she saw them singing and making peace. Although she was helpless, she didn't show much on the surface. She picked up the bowl on the table, presented Fu uniform with a bowl of soup, and sat down beside him.

Fu uniform Zun put the fire on his leg, fixed his body with one hand, and vacated the other hand. He picked up the spoon in the bowl, scooped a spoon of soup, put it on his mouth and blew it carefully. After confirming that the soup in the spoon was no longer hot, he slowly sent it to the fire's mouth and watched him swallow it slowly.

Burning's mood seems to be much better. His expression is not as gloomy as before. He eats one mouthful at the rhythm of Fu qiaozun, without noise and noise. It seems that he has changed back to the clever and sensible child before, and his eyes have more expression, not as full of tension and fear as before.

Fu even Zun also took up the spirit of 12 points and was very careful. When feeding the fish to burn, he deliberately picked out all the small spines in the fish, and then dared to feed them to him. For fear of any mistake, he would rather have trouble himself and hope that burn could eat happily.

"How's it going? Is it delicious?" Seeing that some soup remained on his burning mouth, Fu held out his hand, took out a paper towel, wiped it for him, and asked softly in his ear.

"Delicious, I want meat." Flaming nodded contentedly, smashed his mouth, and lay in Fu qizun's arms, with Jiao's eyes on the chicken wings not far away.

Mu Yansheng saw that they were getting along now, and her anxiety and tension had calmed down a lot. Somehow, under such a situation, her heart could not help but warm.