Chapter 202

Fu family in Yuncheng

Sun Qionghua's slap surprised not only Fu Shen, but also the servants of Fu's housekeeper. They were shocked and stood on the side, silent.

The housekeeper saw Fu Shen enter the room, "madam, that..."

Sun Qionghua trembled with anger. His fingers tightened and he looked at the housekeeper. He clearly didn't want to listen to him. He had to step back two steps.

"Fu Yuxiu, I'll tell you that it's settled. You can't do without it."

Fu Yuxiu's face was burning with pain. After all, he was in his twenties. He was slapped by his mother in front of his servants. The man's self-esteem was not good enough, and he was angry in his heart.

"I just won't go." Raise your voice and try to get ahead.

"You've been obedient ever since you were a child. Now you're yelling at me for a woman?"

"Why don't you consult me?"

"You still have the face to ask me, how did you promise me that you didn't get in touch with her, or did you sneak around behind my back? Do you think I can't find the telephone information? " Sun Qionghua sneered.

When it comes to this, Fu Yuxiu still feels guilty, "do you investigate me? Can you give me some respect and personal space? "

"I also want to respect you. You broke my trust in you first, and I don't know what she is good for. You are possessed."

"You don't want to go abroad, do you? You want to be with her?"

"Then you immediately set up a document for me to sever the relationship between mother and son, and I will immediately publish a statement in the newspaper that even if you die, I will not care about it!" Sun Qionghua was in a hurry and made a big move.

Fu Yuxiu wanted to shout, but when he heard that he wanted to sever the relationship, he blushed. When he said that, he was forced to swallow it back.

In addition to the bruises on the face, finger prints are more and more clear.

Sun Qionghua has always been resolute in his work. He can really cut off the relationship with him. After all, the man in front of him is his mother. How can he have no feelings? He clenched his teeth and finally didn't speak. His body was weak and he fell down on the sofa.

"I've got the formalities handled and I'll leave in three days." Sun Qionghua dropped a word and turned around directly.

See Fu Shen, look embarrassed, some embarrassed.

"Third, when did you come?" She trims her hair casually, with an unnatural smile.

"As soon as I arrived, my mother knew you were leaving. Let me pick up the baby and see if there is anything I can do for you."

When Fu Yuxiu saw Fu Shen, he hung his head and was embarrassed.

"Huaisheng is still on Qiao's side. Maybe you should go by yourself." Sun Qionghua had been busy all night and looked a little tired.

"Well."

"You came all night, didn't you? I'll ask someone to get you something. You have a rest. I'll go to Joe's house with you later She has to make amends.

"Yes, I'll go upstairs to have a rest. You're busy." Fu Chen said and went upstairs directly.

It was not until his figure disappeared that sun Qionghua held his aching forehead. Although they were a family, they had little contact with each other. Fu Chen had always been difficult to get close to them. Although he said he was familiar with them, they were similar to strangers. When he saw the conflicts in the family, she could not keep her face.

The headache is worse.

**

Yuncheng University

It was midnight when Jiang Fengya went back to her dormitory yesterday. She had a wound on her face and asked for leave on the grounds of her health.

After class, when the roommate went back, he patted her quilt, "still sleeping?"

"No She tucked her head in the quilt and dared not show her face.

"If you don't feel well, go to the infirmary and have a look. I've put the class notes on your desk. We're going to have dinner later. Do you want to take them for you?"

"No, thank you." Song Jingren is too busy to take care of herself. She still has to get a scholarship, so she can't fall behind in her studies.

"I heard that seniors are going abroad, do you know?"

Their dormitory is often called a senior, that is, Fu Yuxiu. She jumped out of bed and said, "what do you say?"

She came back yesterday and everyone was asleep. No one saw her face hurt at all. At the moment, she was shocked to see the scab on the corner of her mouth and the swelling on her face.

"Fengya, what's the matter with your face?"

"Who did you hear that Fu Yuxiu was going abroad?" Jiang Fengya jumps out of bed and drags her roommate who just talked to her.

"The whole school knows about it. His family went through the formalities for him early in the morning." Fu Yuxiu is also a celebrity at school. Naturally, all kinds of news spread quickly. "His family is so rich, so it's normal to go abroad. Isn't gold plating popular now?"

Jiang Fengya is not breathing well.

Go abroad!

You can't let him go!

She keeps calling Fu Yuxiu with her mobile phone. The tone is that the other party is talking. She can only send him a message.

[Yu Xiu, what's the matter? I heard you are going abroad? Because of me? If you leave, what should I do

Message sending, wechat prompt.

You are no longer a good friend

The river breeze was so anxious that he was in a daze. He put on his clothes and ran out.

People did not come out of the campus, they were called back by the counselor.

In Yuncheng University, a counselor is almost the same as a head teacher, and she is waiting in her dormitory at the moment, so she can only run back.

When she arrived at the dormitory, six roommates and several roommates sat on their stools. Without a word, the atmosphere was very dignified. Her counselor was sitting in her place with a bottle of her essence in her hand.

"Xuejie." Jiang Fengya was panting, and her heart was pounding with tension.

"Didn't you ask your roommate for sick leave? Why don't you stay in the dormitory when you are sick? " This counselor is also a student. I'm a graduate student. It's not too much to shout for an elder sister.

"I'll go to the infirmary and get some medicine."

"Have you got the medicine?"

"Not yet." The river breeze is elegant and the head is hanging.

"You applied for a poverty grant before."

"Well." This was applied when she first entered school. Her registered permanent residence is still in the Jiang family. According to that condition, she can apply. There are five or six thousand a year. For her, it's not a small sum of money.

"You more than 1000 of this essence, on this condition, do you mean to apply for a poor stipend? I think the cosmetics on your desk will cost tens of thousands at least. " They're all girls, sensitive to nature.

"Xuejie, these are all from others."

"Recently, someone told me that you spend a lot of money and don't deserve to apply for financial aid. Moreover, there are a lot of news about you recently, and you don't need this condition at all, so I gave your quota to others."

Jiang Fengya was stunned.

"And recently some people and the school reflect that you have a bad style."

"Even if you go to the university with loose control, you can't go out and ruin the reputation of our school. If there's another time, you're afraid you won't be able to stay in the school."

"Put your mind on your studies, and don't think about some deviant ways."

Several roommates looked at each other, counselor this is not disguised to say scold her?

Jiang Fengya doesn't know when the counselor left. She goes back to bed with her roommate's strange eyes and tears fall down.

This is clearly a warning from the Fu family.

"Fengya, Xuejie just now..." a roommate who got along well went over and handed her a piece of facial paper.

Jiang Fengya kicked off her shoes, pulled the quilt, didn't take off her clothes, and went to sleep directly with her head covered, which made the roommate feel embarrassed.

"Come on, don't worry about her. It's not that we call her, it's just that we recognize a rich father? Give us face? "

"That's to say, I moved out to live in a villa some time ago. As soon as I came back, I died like this, as if someone owed her."

"The counselor was there just now. Why didn't she lose her temper and play a big lady for us?"

"All right, say less."

……

Jiang Fengya is an illegitimate daughter. When she moved out of the dormitory, there were many rumors in the school, and many people were jealous.

The video of song Jingren's losing power and being denounced by her ex-wife spread everywhere. When she moved back to her bedroom, everyone didn't say it, but at the bottom of her heart, she was more or less gloating.

My roommate is kind and caring. Naturally, some people can't see her like this.

She was so angry that she hid under the quilt that her tears couldn't stop falling.

**

Oriental studio

Towards noon, song Fengwan packed up in advance and was ready to go out to the restaurant.

Yan wangchuanding's place is very close to the studio, and it's only two steps away, so she didn't ask anyone to pick her up.

Just now she cleaned the brush. The cold water was biting. She rubbed her red fingers. As soon as she came out of the studio, she saw a familiar figure standing on the opposite side of the road.

Song Jingren was black, with an uncut side, a ragged beard, scarlet eyes, black eyes, chilly wind, and his thin body was shivering.

"Late, late." Song Jingren ran across the road in a hurry and was almost hit by a car.

Song Fengwan continued to rub his fingers, watching him run to his side, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, "just bought it for you, it's still hot."

He smiles at her. His hair is a little greasy. Maybe the pressure is too big recently, which has crushed his back and made him unable to straighten up. He is humble and flattering.

"What's the matter with you?" Song Fengwan's tone was cold, as if he was talking to a stranger.

Cold strangeness.

Song Jingren's heart seems to be seized by others. He remembers that song Fengwan used to see him and always hugged him with a smile and called his father.

"Later, I want to see you." He clenched the milk tea in his hand.

"Now that you see it, can you go?" Song Fengwan turned around and left.

Song Jingren strides forward, blocking her way, "have lunch together at noon?"

"I have an appointment."

"And that night?" Song Jingren is in hot pursuit.

"I have an appointment, too."

Song Jingren saw her cold attitude and thought that she was deliberately perfunctory. From beginning to end, she didn't look him in the eye. In winter, a basin of cold water poured down her head and she was cold.

"That..." he had business to say, hesitated, or opened his mouth, "do you know your mother's new number?"

The company is in danger, the bank has been blocked to the door, he has no way to go, can only ask Qiao Aiyun.

"I just have something to do with her."

"Will you tell me her phone number?"

His tone is almost imploring. He reaches for song Fengwan's clothes, bows, and is about to kneel down for her.

Song Fengwan raised his arm and shook off his hand.

Only coldly said, "you're in my way."

She said, bypassing him and leaving.

Song Jingren was hit on the shoulder, and his body staggered. Seeing song Fengwan go away, his heart was sour and astringent.

By the time he recovered and went after him, song Fengwan had disappeared.

He searched around for a long time and finally saw her in a restaurant.

She was inside, and he could only stand outside and watch.

Yan Wangchuan is pouring water for her in an ordinary small restaurant. She holds a glass of water and smiles at him all the time.

Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Aiyun are sitting on one side, while Song Feng is an old lady. Although she is very old, her nose and mouth are somewhat similar to Yan Wangchuan. It must be his mother.

Four people sitting together, like a family.

Song Jingren watched them talking and laughing. His heart seemed to be thrown on the ground, repeatedly crushed and pulled, and even his breath hurt.

All this should have belonged to him.

**

Yan Wangchuan, accommodating song Fengwan, specially chose the nearest restaurant, which is not large in area and is all ordinary stir fry.

"Hello, Granny Yan." After song Fengwan went in, he called out.

Originally, Yan Wangchuan was sitting next to the old lady, but he sent her away. She took Song Feng to sit down and said, "darling, being a grandmother, you look so beautiful. Ai Yun is very similar to you."

Song Feng hung his head in the evening and did not speak.

"Look, your little hands are so cold. It's hard to study." The old lady touched her little hand repeatedly.

"Not bad."

"I'll say that the weather is bad in Yuncheng, you haven't been to Nanjiang, have you?"

"No Xu is Qiao Aiyun. She feels sorry for Yan's family. His site is in Nanjiang, so she won't take her daughter there.

"Nanjiang is very interesting. When you finish the college entrance examination, how many days will you live with grandma?"

Song Feng laughs but does not speak.

"Nanjiang university is also good. South America is also good. Go there to study."

Yan Wangchuan was a little nervous when he saw song Fengwan, "Mom, it's a little early to say this now."

"Not early, when you and Ai Yun get married and settle down in Nanjiang, you can throw away your children. You have to consider everything."

Song Fengwan hung her head and did not dare to speak. How dare she say that her first wish was the Beijing Academy of fine arts.

"If you two want to move out or have children, you can stay with me later. I'll take care of you."

Qiao Aiyun was directly choked by a mouthful of tea.

Is song Fengwan even more stupid?

Brother and sister? She never thought of such a thing.