Chapter 985

Autumn dry counter attack, although hot in the daytime, the wind at night, but also through the shares Qinren cool.

At this time, Yan Chi's deadline is just one day and two nights away. When Fu Chen calls song Fengwan, he just has a meeting with Duan Linbai.

"I asked Lin Bai out for dinner in the evening. Do you want to pick you up?"

"It's more than an hour to have a meal. I'll take you back when I finish."

Fu Shen thought that song Fengwan had a hard time in writing. Recently he was locked up in the studio, but he didn't come out. He wanted to take him to improve his food.

"No, you can eat. I'm too busy to get away."

"That's fine."

After Fu Chen hung up, Duan Linbai said with a smile, "as long as you reach the deadline, you will become an abandoned tramp."

"You talk so much and have so much energy. You should take more care of this project. Anyway, your sister-in-law is in the hospital every day, and you are also guarding the empty room every night. It's better to find something for yourself and live a full life."

In recent years, Xu Jiamu has been promoted to be the backbone doctor of the Department. Although he does not always do trivial things before, he is always in charge of major operations. Once he is busy, he does not work day and night.

Duan Linbai once worried about whether she would die of overwork when she worked and rested like this, and insisted on taking her to a special hospital for physical examination.

In fact, every year, Xu Jiamu has a physical examination arranged in the hospital. She is a doctor herself. She knows what her health is like, but she still takes someone to take him for a physical examination.

Make him shut up so he won't bother her every day.

After the results came out, it turned out that there was something wrong with his health, so he worked as a medicine jar at home for a month.

Xu Jiamu saw the test report and glanced at him, "what are you doing when I'm not at home? Is the body overdrawn so much? "

Duan Linbai is also a face of muddled force, he did not do ah!

How can I be overdrawn if I abide by the law and take care of my children on time.

*

Yunjin capital

After song Fengwan hung up the phone, his family also had dinner.

Fu Qin, who was about to finish his thesis, took a bite and went into his study. Huaisheng had a dinner party outside tonight, but he didn't come back.

Song Feng had dinner in the evening and walked around. Seeing the time, she suddenly thought that Yu Manxi's "all living beings" column was going to be broadcast. She had seen the program notice, and it seemed that the program tonight was more exciting.

It's only forty or fifty minutes for a program, and it's not too late to draw after watching it.

The kitchen maid's aunt also cut a plate of fruit for her.

This is a column about people's livelihood. It's all about parents' reasoning. Today, it's about a student who can't bear the heavy academic burden and chooses to commit suicide. At this time, the parents are quarreling with the school authorities.

"Oh, thanks to the child's rescue, I can't think of it at such a beautiful age." My aunt also sat on one side and watched the program for a while.

"Homework can never be finished. The child is putting too much pressure on himself."

"Psychological quality is not good."

"Compared with his later life, that homework is nothing. Moreover, the most important thing is to be criticized by the teacher. It doesn't matter."

Aunt looked at her with a smile, did not mean to ask her how the draft painting?

She has been working here for some years. She knows that there are always a few days every year. Song Fengwan stayed up every night to draw manuscripts, and even worked late into the night without sleeping, eating or drinking.

Seeing that it was time, my aunt picked up her things and went home. Song Fengwan looked at the wall and found that it was almost nine o'clock.

It's like

There's another struggle.

And today is the weekend, the major satellite TV began to show variety shows one after another, she sat on the sofa, even chasing a little.

Fu Qinyuan finished his paper and poured water. It was helpless to see that she was "dying" in the waves.

The most important thing is that no one can help her with her drawing. In the end, she suffered.

"Mom, it's almost ten o'clock."

Song Fengwan pick eyebrows, "seems to be able to wash sleep."

Fu Qinyuan

The deadline will be tomorrow. Are you so confident that you still want to sleep?

*

At this time, accompanied by the sound of the engine, a dazzling light from the window.

Fu Qinyuan drank water, watched his mother quickly turn off the TV, and then ran upstairs, "it must be your father back, don't tell him I've been watching TV."

Song Fengwan is going to the studio to pretend.

Fu Qinyuan couldn't help laughing. Wasn't he arrogant enough to go to bed just now? Now it's just like being caught playing.

It's just that the car was parked at the door, and it didn't seem to enter the yard or the parking lot at home. Fu Qinyuan thought it was abnormal. Could it be that he went out to dinner tonight and drank too much?

Holding a water cup in one hand, he pushed the door and went out. With the help of the street lamp at the door, he found that this was not Fu Shen's car at all, but a taxi. At this time, a man was standing in the trunk with the trunk. When he closed the trunk lid, the taxi immediately left.

The tail light fell on his face, dimming the whole face.

Just because of his size, Fu Qinyuan knew who it was even though he could only see a faint outline.

He suddenly clenched his glass

Here comes my little uncle!

Then his mother is not

I'm scared to death!

Yan Chi is a little taller than him, with long hands and feet. His height is close to 1.9 meters. He is not too old, but his facial features follow Yan Wangchuan's, slightly sharp. When he doesn't speak, his expression is scarce, giving people a strong sense of alienation.

However, when I saw Fu Qinyuan, I still gave him a slight nod, and his temperament became very soft.

Eyebrows long, eyes black, nose straight, lips very thin, end to see the appearance, in the night, give a strong offensive.

Fu Qinyuan often heard song Fengwan say how lovely his uncle was when he was a child, but he couldn't imitate his lovely appearance.

Maybe it's because of zaohui. He's used to wearing a mask in front of people. Otherwise, at his age, how could he live in the Yan family.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

Fu Qinyuan took the suitcase from him. In fact, he wanted to ask, it's not the deadline, so he won't come to urge the manuscript at this time.

"I can't come?"

"It's not. You can tell me in advance. I'll pick you up."

"Don't you say you're busy writing papers recently? There's no need for you to go back and forth. " Yan Chi has followed into the room, "I just come to visit relatives and friends, and deal with some work by the way."

"Well." Fu Qinyuan nodded.

Passing by the parking lot of Fu's family in the yard, Yan Chi glanced at him and said, "who else hasn't come back?"

"My father has a party tonight. I guess he will come back after Huanhuan." Fu Qinyuan explained.

"And your mother?"

"My mother's drawing upstairs."

Fu Qinyuan's heart is clear. He suddenly appears. It's not as simple as visiting relatives and friends. It's just a surprise inspection.

"Help me carry my luggage in. I'll see her."

Yan Chi often comes here. Naturally, he is familiar with the road. Before going upstairs, he looks at Fu Qinyuan who is touching his mobile phone. "Qinyuan..."

"Well?"

"What are you doing?"

Fu Qin was ready to tip off the news. When he raised his eyes, he saw someone's warning eyes. He had to put down his mobile phone bitterly. If his mother's manuscript was not well drawn, there was still a lot of missing. Even at this time, it was too late to tip off the news.

"I just want to send a message back to my friend."

Yan Chi took a deep look at him and went upstairs.

**

Painting room on the second floor

Song Fengwan used to pretend to set up her pen. She thought it was Fu Chen who came back, but she didn't move for a long time. She felt out her mobile phone and looked at it. There was a push message coming. She was just about to click in

At this time, the door was suddenly opened.

Before she could look up, she heard a familiar voice calling out to her

"Sister"

Song Fengwan shakes his hand, and his mobile phone almost falls into the bucket where he washes his pen. He knocks it on the ground with a bang.

Just like her mood at this time, the huge wave of the moment lifted up, let her instantaneous brain blank.

But she calmed down very quickly, "little Chi? When did you come? Not in advance

Yan Chi walks over and stoops to pick up the mobile phone on the ground. "How's the manuscript going?"

Song Feng felt a little dim at that time.

I haven't seen my brother for a long time. When I meet her, I don't want to ask her if she's well. Do you want to talk or write?

This is still my brother?

"Not bad."

"Show me what you have drawn." He reached over.

In the light of the lamp, the hands were well knit and beautiful, but in Song Fengwan's eyes, they were the claws of the devil, which could strangle people's throats and kill them.

Song Fengwan reaches out his hand and takes over the draft drawn on one side. He sorts it out a little. Yan Chi takes advantage of this time and turns around to close the door.

"Bang --"

Then there was the sound of "click" and song Fengwan's heart leaped wildly.

The heart is too weak to be compounded.

If it had happened more than ten years ago, she would never have dreamed that the manuscript collector would have been her own brother. Before, when he didn't enter the company, other people would have urged him or sent him away. But the person in front of him was her own brother, and he wouldn't have looked at her half face

Yan Chi puts song Fengwan's mobile phone on one side, and finds a stool to sit down, squinting to see her finishing her paintings.

There are only three or four pieces of paper in her hand, tossing and turning. What can I do for her?

But Yan Chi is not in a hurry, "elder sister, you sort it out slowly. I'll call my parents and tell them I'm here."

"Well."

Song Fengwan smiles bitterly, like a student who can't hand in his homework. At this time, he is dying.

Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Aiyun didn't sleep, just waiting for him to call. After a few words, Yan Chi handed the phone to song Fengwan, "my parents want to have a word with you."

Song Fengwan answers the phone with a smile. They just ask her how she is doing recently. Yan Wangchuan secretly gives her son a holiday, so Qiao Aiyun finally gives her a few words of advice for the first time.

"He is also very tired recently. If you go to the capital this time, you can keep him for a few more days and let him have a good rest."

"A few days ago, you also called to say that you miss him. It happens that your brothers and sisters are everywhere to exchange feelings."

Song Fengwan looks up at Yan Chi on one side of her eyes. She says that missing him is just a matter of fact. Besides work, there is no emotional exchange between them.

"Wanwan, please take care of him. Xiaochi is really tired these years. You should take good care of him for a few days."

After hanging up the phone, song Fengwan smiles bitterly.

She wants to take good care of him, but now it's your son who won't let me.

"Sister, I haven't finished the manuscript yet?" Yan Chi is not urging the manuscript at all, but urging his life.

Song Fengwan can only harden his head and hand him a few pages of paper in his hand, "I've been really trying to draw manuscripts recently. You see, I haven't slept up to now, and I've been working hard."

"Don't you play with your cell phone seriously?" Yan Chi turns over a few pages in his hand.

As he estimated, she really

Very indulgent.

**

When Fu Qinyuan helped Yan Chi to carry his luggage upstairs, he happened to meet Yan Chi and closed the door of the studio. He sighed.

There's another rush.

He can imagine how weak and helpless his mother is now.

When Yan Chi's luggage was sent back to the house, Fu Qinyuan called his father.

All the people in that room are his elders. Fu Qin couldn't get involved in it. It's better to leave it to his father.

Fu Chen is at the school gate at this time, and has not received Fu Huan.

"Hello."

"Dad, come back quickly. My uncle is here and talking with my mother in the studio."

"Yan Chi is here?" Fu Chen frowns. This boy is really good at timing.

Card came over the day before the deadline. He didn't want to make his wife feel better.