Chapter 888

Yan's branch

"Knock -" a clear knock on the door.

"Come in." The voice inside the door was soft and gentle. The man pushed the door in, but he took two drinks and several documents, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry to disturb you."

Song Fengwan looked up and said, "Qinyuan, help my sister."

Fu Qinyuan was doing her homework. She immediately jumped off the stool and took the tea and juice in her hand. "Thank you. The juice is for you."

"Thank you, sister."

"Sit down." Song Fengwan was painting, put pen to see her, "what's the matter?"

"I'd like to ask you some questions about the design drawings. Is it convenient for you?" This is an intern recruited by Yan's group. He came here after graduation and has been working for nearly a month.

"Yes, give me your design."

Song Fengwan has gone over and sat beside her, carefully examining the drawings she brought.

The intern looked at Song Fengwan and looked at Fu Qinyuan, who was drinking fruit juice on one side. His eyes were full of envy.

Although she is Yan's daughter, she also climbed up from the grass-roots level. It took her five years to become a designer, and she was not the chief designer at this time. But she won the gold medal of Heming cup two years ago, but she has long been famous in the circle.

After contact, I found that people are also kind, and they are not stingy to help new people, so among all designers, she is the youngest, and everyone will call her a teacher.

"Here..." song Fengwan seems to have seen the shortcomings of her design, and seriously pointed out to her.

Until the end, she would like to invite song Fengwan to dinner and continue to discuss the design.

"Sorry, another day. Today is my son's birthday."

The intern just felt sorry, "I'm sorry."

It suddenly occurred to her that the Third Master of the Fu family was born in July and was six years old.

At more than 3 p.m., song Fengwan left the company with his son ahead of time because he ordered cakes from Xu Yuanfei earlier and needed to go to her home to get them.

Fu Chen had been waiting downstairs for a long time. The father and son didn't talk much when they met.

Because Fu Chen's opening line is: "have you finished your homework?"

Fu Qinyuan: "finished."

"I check in the evening."

……

Song Fengwan coughed, "Qinyuan's birthday today, can you not mention this?" And this is the summer vacation, which is the task assigned by the cram school.

Anyway, when two people meet, they are basically staring at each other. If they speak, they must have sparks all the way.

Since Fu Qinyuan's eloquence, he has never stopped.

**

In recent years, Xu Yuanfei has expanded his stores and opened several desserts in Beijing, all of which are in Wangpu, with excellent business.

So she only went to the store occasionally in recent years, and spent the rest of her time at home with her daughter.

Sichuan Beijing home

In July in the capital, it was hot and dry, and the Beijing family was in the suburbs. Cicadas were singing all the time, and the sun was burning. As soon as I got off the bus, I was sweating. I just entered the Beijing family compound. The trees planted these years could block out the sun, but they were also cool.

"Third Master, madam Fu, you are here. Please come in." Beijing family has long been waiting at the door, "this day is getting hotter and hotter."

"Yes."

"Uncle, is little star at home?" Fu Qinyuan asked as soon as he got out of the car.

"The young lady is at home. She is practicing with her wife." The Beijing family said with a smile that Fu Qinyuan was really nice to her family. At least she went to kindergarten. No one dared to touch her at school.

There are always some bear children who like to pull a girl's braid or pull a skirt. Maybe they like it. They want to attract her attention, but they don't know what to do. They can only play pranks.

The little girl of the Beijing family is very good-looking. Her voice is sweet and soft. She has the same image as Jing Han Chuan ba. Her eyebrows and eyes are fine. Her hair is long and braided. Naturally, many young boys covet her.

Fu Qinyuan and she are not in the same class, because they are different in age, but they also fight for her.

At that time, Fu Shen and Jing Hanchuan were also a little surprised when they were called to school.

They may not dream that one day they will stand in line and be preached by kindergarten teachers.

Jingxingyao is inherited from Xu Yuanfei. He has a good voice. He also has a big star in the field of opera at home. He has been influenced since he was a child, and he has learned to play with Sheng Aiyi.

This thing is very refined, so she always talks and does things differently than ordinary children.

As soon as Fu Qinyuan heard that Jing Xingyao was at home, he was immediately happy, "where's sixth uncle?"

"Sixth master is not at home."

Song Fengwan obviously saw that his son's mouth was wide open, and his smile was more brilliant than just now. He couldn't hide his joy.

After all these years, Fu Qinyuan graded Fu Chen's group from the bottom of his heart

First level: father, sixth uncle; These two people are afraid of the devil from hell.

The second level: cousin, namely Fu Sinian; He's a nightmare, but at least he's not bad.

The third level: Uncle Duan;

Level 4: Jiang Er Shao, Xu's little uncle

Evaluation is three words: silly white sweet.

Fu Chen squinted and looked at Fu Qinyuan, "your sixth uncle is not at home, are you very happy?"

"No, I think it's a pity. I miss him a lot." Fu Qinyuan tried to keep a smile down, not to be too obvious.

The jinghanchuan family went abroad to visit their relatives during the summer vacation. They just came here.

How could Fu Qinyuan think that jinghanchuan would come to his house to fish? As for giving your face every time?

When he was a child, he overturned several fish tanks and almost poisoned a pond of fish. Is it hard for him that fish is more important than himself?

Fu Shen squinted and said nothing.

Before they arrived in the living room, they heard the sound of opera. Jing Xingyao's voice was too tender and recognizable, but she was just repeating it.

"She has a good voice." Song Fengwan said with a smile.

Not to the door, the voice suddenly stopped, Xu Yuanfei came out, "waiting for you for a long time."

"Six aunts." Fu Qinyuan was very fond of Xu Yuanfei. After all, the six aunts were good and would make all kinds of delicious food for him.

Xu Yuanfei looks at the three members of the family. Over the years, if there is any change, it is natural that the child is the biggest. However, song Fengwan is the most obvious. She used to think that she was small.

Over the years, mature and generous, the whole temperament has become more and more different.

"Come on in, I baked you biscuits."

Several people into the house, did not see the Beijing Star remote.

"Well?" Fu Qinyuan pursed his lips and looked around.

"Looking for the little star?" Fu Shen stabbed him.

"No, just look around." Fu Qinyuan never admitted this kind of thing. He didn't know who he learned from. When he was a child, he used to talk about it, but now he is very strict.

"She just learned drama with her mother, went to the back to change clothes, and came out immediately." Xu Yuanfei laughs, "Qinyuan will have to go to the first grade again. In the future, he won't be able to go to school with Xingyao."

"Well." Song Feng nodded his head late. He was born in July and was able to delay his admission for one year. However, after discussing with his family, he decided to let him go in the autumn.

Fu Shen squinted

I can report him to a cram school.

Fu Qinyuan kept his mouth silent and picked up the fish food on one side to feed the goldfish in the fish tank.

Fu Chen coughed: if you hold the fish to death, you can't spare him in jinghanchuan.

Anyway, since Fu Qinyuan knew about feeding fish, the fish tank of the Beijing family has changed several crops of fish.

"The cake is almost ready. Is there anything on it?"

"I'll see." Song Fengwan followed Xu yuan into the kitchen. As for the true face of the cake, it must be kept secret.

Fu Qinyuan sat on the sofa, feeding the fish and looking around.

"Can you be honest?" Fu Shen frowned. What was he looking at? He didn't stop for a moment.

"It's my birthday today."

"So?"

"Can't you be gentle with me?"

Fu Chen's gentleness in his life is probably spent on song Fengwan, and there is no surplus to give him.

"Dad, today is my birthday. Can I invite stars to play at home?"

"Yes."

"Then you can deal with uncle Liu."

Fu Chen picks his eyebrows and asks him to deal with Beijing cold river?

In fact, Fu chenting likes the little girl of the Beijing family. She's well raised and has a sweet mouth. It's better than this kid in the family.

Especially compared with Duan Linbai's ghost girl, this child is too good.

Fu Chen is also willing to take her home to play.

"I'll go back and have a look!" Fu Qinyuan clapped his hands. For fear that Fu Shen would repent, he jumped off the sofa and went straight to the back of Beijing's house.

He is too familiar with the Beijing family. He is no different from his own family. Naturally, he knows where jingxingyao is at this time.

If Jing Hanchuan is at home, it may be a bit of a grind, but if he is not at home at this time, it will be easier

**

Jing Hanchuan went to the company he invested in. Although he didn't engage in any industry these years, he invested in many projects and made a lot of money.

On the way home, I received a message from Fu Shen.

I went to your house to get the cake. Qin Yuan said he missed you very much. When will you come back

Will the Fu family miss him?

Jing Hanchuan chuckles. He doesn't return any information at all. He continues the meeting, but half an hour later, his mobile phone vibrates again.

Today is Qinyuan's birthday. I'd like to invite Xiaoxing to play at home

Jinghanchuan frowns, just ready to return the message, they have a few children's birthday, sometimes go out to get together, but most of the time, is a family dinner.

This invitation must be to take my daughter to the old house.

The old man of the Fu family likes girls. He's afraid he'll stay her for the night.

But the message hasn't been sent yet, and another text message follows.

I think you're busy. I'll take your daughter

Jing Hanchuan pinches his eyebrows. Every time he goes to his house, he always pulls his daughter to play at home!

The father and son are human traffickers!