In the lunch box, two small pieces of beautifully packaged cake were neatly placed.

-Durian Melaleuca.

"What's up? Durian is so delicious! This is the king of fruits!"

Durian lovers vow to defend the dignity of durian!

"Yeah, it's delicious."

Qing Qing followed his little head.

She is obviously a protagonist who likes durians, but Fu Heng and Fu Sijin hate durians.

Facing the durian, the two aspiring father and son showed disgusting eyes together, but because of the presence of Qingqing, it was not too obvious.

Grasping this, Fu Sishen still wanted to make trouble, but was swept away by Fu Heng coldly, and she wilted in an instant.

It's fine for his brother, but he dare not challenge his dad's majesty.

In the end, the two boxes of Durian Melaleuca went to Fu Sishen. Qing Qing wanted to eat it, but Fu Heng didn't allow it.

Durian's nutritional value is indeed high, but it is easy to get angry if you eat too much.

Now it’s close to get off work time, Fu Heng simply asks his eldest son to go home early with him.

It's rare for a family to get together neatly and ride home in the same car, driven by Fu Sishen, a ‘criminal meritorious service’, while the bodyguards are arranged in another car.

The car drove slowly out of the Fu Group, but not in the direction of the Fu family.

With a rare opportunity, they decided to go out to eat together and return home after eating.

"Huh? Brother Rice Cake!"

Qingqing suddenly pointed out the window and shouted excitedly, and constantly waved at the familiar figure outside: "Brother Nianku...Brother Nianku..."

Unfortunately, their car was driving on the road, but the rice cake was walking on the sidewalk with a strange aunt's hand.

There is a long distance between the two sides, and the traffic around is too noisy, so the rice cake can not hear Qingqing's call at all.

"Ah... it's gone..."

Ching Ching's face was sullenly on the window, watching the figure of the rice cake gradually disappear.

Fu Heng, who was sitting next to her, raised his eyes and looked out the window, his heart moved slightly, and suddenly said, "Does Qingqing want to go to school?"

They happened to pass by a kindergarten just now, and this kindergarten happened to be the nian gao school.

It's time for school now, and it's a coincidence that you will meet rice cakes at the entrance of the kindergarten, not too unexpected.

The sudden soul problem made Qingqing Xiao's back stiff, and immediately shook his head like a rattle, and firmly refused.

"Don't don't don't... Qingqing don't go to school!"

"I can go to kindergarten at the age of three and a half?" There is no child

Fu Sishen, who teaches common sense in children's education, was surprised.

He thought that a three-year-old kid would only need to eat, drink and have fun at home.

"You were only twenty-seven months old when you went to kindergarten." That's just a little bit in your early two years.

"But now the policy has changed. It is stipulated that children need to be 37 months old before they can be sent to kindergarten." It is about three years old.

"Dad, how do you know so much?"

Fu Sishen was shocked by the sudden increase in knowledge.

"You were two sons and I raised them for nothing?" Fu Heng cast a strange look at the younger son.

He is not so busy at the beginning, and no matter how busy he is, he is more or less involved in the growth of the child.

Unfortunately, he ignored his wife.

Thinking of some news recently found, Fu Heng's expression was slightly restrained, and then he fell silent.

Seeing that Fu Heng seemed to have forgotten about sending herself to school, Qingqing also carefully remained silent, for fear that it would attract Fu Heng's attention and be mentioned again.

It wasn't until the family arrived at the restaurant for dinner tonight that Fu Heng didn't notice any changes, Qingqing gradually relaxed.

The innocent kid thought that the adults would just let them go.

As everyone knows, it is only because she is injured now that it is inconvenient to go to school that Fu Heng will not force her temporarily.

The restaurant they choose is not a very expensive and high-end restaurant, but a Cantonese-style tea restaurant with a good reputation and very fresh and delicious dishes.

Cantonese snacks are generally light in taste, and there are more sweet soups of various desserts, which are suitable for the appetite of children.

The family has booked a small box and sat together in a circle. It really feels like a long-lost warmth.

"I want to eat a bag!"

Qingqing glanced at the quicksand pig bun on the menu and clamored to eat it.

The exquisite and small buns are made into the shape of a piglet, which is indeed very attractive to children.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Fu Sishen simply gave Qingqing the menu and let her order randomly.

Anyway, the portion of Cantonese-style dim sum is small, no matter how much they order, they can fully eat with the appetite of the three big men.

Soon, a table full of dishes was ready.

As a result, Qingqing disliked the pig buns as being too hot, and turned around to pamper the icy sweet osmanthus cake with coconut milk.

Fu Sishen repeatedly sighed that a woman liked the new and disliked the old. As a result, he was stuffed with a pork bun in his mouth before he finished speaking.

"As long as you talk a lot, you can't stop your mouth even if you eat."

Fu Si was very clear about his younger brother's disgust.

Fu Heng took one after only half of the meal

The call went out.

Qingqing Lala Fu Sijin's sleeves, the expression on her little face is a little strange: "Ajin, Qingqing wants to hush..."

"Huh?" Fu Si was stunned, and immediately looked for his dad, but no one was found, so he could only push Qingqing to find the bathroom.

I asked the waiter and found the bathroom door.

But Fu Sijin couldn't enter the women's bathroom, and it was even more wrong to take Qingqing to the men's bathroom, but it was inconvenient for her to hurt her foot, so she could only find a waitress to help.

"Qingqing should listen to the waiter's sister obediently, know?"

"Hmm, I will."

With the assurance, Fu Heng didn't let Qingqing in with confidence, but he waited outside.

While checking the information with her mobile phone to pass the time, a hesitant female voice came from her side unexpectedly: "Fu Sijin?"

Looking up subconsciously, I saw a beautiful woman in a white dress standing in front of him.

"Bai Siya." He faintly said the other's name.

Bai Siya obviously did not expect to meet Fu Sijin here. She was a little surprised, but more pleasantly surprised.

Can't help but straighten her ears, Bai Siya said softly: "Why are you here?"

It was also a coincidence that the two met by accident.

"Eat with family." Fu Si Jin's brows grew colder.

"Family dinner?" She never seemed to have seen Ajin's family.

"Ok."

Realizing that Fu Sijin didn't seem to want to talk to herself, Bai Siya pressed her powdered lips, and unconsciously lowered her head to stare at the toes of her shoes.

"These years, you still have a good time..."

"Ajin."

The call of milk and milk immediately called away the man beside him.

Bai Siya saw Fu Sijin squatting down in front of a little girl sitting in a wheelchair with delicate eyebrows, and asked her gently what happened.

"Hands, hands, out of reach."

Qingqing pointed at the sink with a grievance.

It turned out that she was too short to reach the sink and could not wash her hands.

"Sorry, the little girl's legs are like this, I don't dare to hold her up." The waitress apologized beside her.

It was very difficult when I first helped Qingqing to go to the bathroom, but a female customer couldn't see it and came to help. Now she was the only one left, so she didn't dare to move.

"It's okay, thank you."

He gave the waiter a little tip as a thank-you gift. After seeing the person leaving, Fu Si touched Qingqing's little head comfortingly.

"Hey, don't be wronged, I will hug you."

He easily picked up Qingqing, held her close to the sink, and let her wash her hands.

Okay

The bathroom sink in this restaurant is set up in the middle of the men’s and women’s toilets. It is a small independent cubicle, otherwise Fu Sijin would be really difficult.

As soon as the Qingqing had washed his hands carefully put back on the wheelchair, Bai Siya came over again, "Is this the child of your relatives?"

After all, the two are quite similar, and no one believes that they are not related by blood.

The reason why I don't think Qingqing is Fu Sijin's daughter is because Bai Siya understands him.

The little girl looked almost two or three years old, and when she left two years ago, A Jin was the only woman beside her, so the little girl could not be A Jin's child.

Just hearing her address to A Jin can also prove this point.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

As if being annoyed by Bai Siya's question, Fu Sijin simply kept his face cold and pushed Qingqing back to the box.

"Ajin, are you unhappy?"

Although Fu Sijin's movements in pushing the wheelchair are still so careful and gentle, Qingqing still keenly perceives his emotional abnormality.

"No."

"Yes."

Adults always lie to children.

"But it's so strange..." Qingqing scratched his head questioningly, attracting Fu Sijin's gaze: "What's strange?"

"Didn't Ajin like that sister? Why is it upset to see her?"

The wheelchair suddenly stopped, Fu Si moved his throat slightly, and his eyes wandered on Qingqing.

It's a pity that Qingqing turned his back to Fu Sijin and didn't see his expression.

I opened my mouth and vaguely made a'mother' mouth shape, but the last thing he said was: "Who told you I like her?"

"Qing Qing can see it by herself!"

At least that elder sister liked the appearance of A Jin very much. Although Qingqing had a normal view of Bai Siya, after experiencing Yuyu's incident, she no longer dared to express her preference for a person at will.

Especially when this person may be related to the person he cares about.

He thinks too much.

The tight back loosened, Fu Sijin continued to push Qingqing back to the box.

But before going back, he solemnly explained to Qingqing.

"I don't like her anymore."

"Do you like it before?" The little guy is quite good at catching the point.

"Yeah." This is something that many people know, and there is nothing to say about it, so Fu Sijin did not hide it.

"Oh, Qingqing doesn't actually like that sister."

After confirming Fu Sijin's attitude, Qingqing could finally express her thoughts.

"If you don't like it, don't contact. Anyway, it's someone who doesn't matter."

Fu Sijin said it didn’t matter, but

I didn't see the white figure behind me covering his mouth and crying silently.

"How do you go so long?"

Fu Sishen, who was left alone in the box, was full.

"I met someone I knew before, and chatted a little bit." Fu Sijin explained lightly, and then lowered his head to ask Qingqing: "Does Qingqing need to eat more?"

"I want to eat claws." Qingqing pointed to the boneless chicken claws ahead.

The stewed chicken feet are soft and rotten, melt in the mouth, suitable for the mouth of children and the elderly.

Fu Sijin picked up the public chopsticks and gave Qingqing a phoenix claw, and another crystal shrimp dumpling, let Qingqing hold the bowl to eat.

Fu Heng almost waited until everyone was full before returning.

He didn't plan to continue eating either, so he paid the bill, and then took his two sons and pushed Qingqing home.

The car drove slowly inside the villa and stopped in front of the main building gate.

Fu Heng got out of the car first and took the soft Qingqing out of the car.

The little guy was tired and fell asleep in the car halfway through.