Chapter 5： Today is another day to do two jobs (1/2)

After Fu Ting and Tang Wanwan had finished talking on the phone, they walked downstairs. The brothers of the Liu family who hurt Tang Wanwan were being dragged out of the hall by the bodyguards, and their mouths shouted curses. , Cursing the Fu family to be retributed sooner or later.

Fu Ting didn't care either. He glanced at Fu Jianchen who was sitting quietly at the dining table, hesitated, and said to Fu Jianchen, ”Dad, I saw Fu Zhen the other night.”

When Fu Jianchen heard Fu Zhen's name, he was taken aback. He seemed to have forgotten this person. He hummed, then turned the newspaper over and asked Fu Ting casually: ”Oh, how is he now? ”

Fu Ting sat down opposite Fu Jianchen and said to him, ”It doesn't seem to be a very good time.”

Depending on which bar he should be wearing as a waiter, it is probably not a serious place to leave work so late.

Fu Jianchen laughed: ”He doesn't know anything. What can he do without Fu's family? It would be good to survive.”

Fu Ting: ”Yes.”

The two were silent for a moment, Li Ma walked out of the kitchen with dinner, set the dinner on the table one by one, and then stepped back.

Fu Ting just picked up the chopsticks and suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and said to Fu Jianchen, who was opposite, ”By the way, there seems to be something wrong with his leg.”

Fu Jianchen raised his eyes and asked, ”Who?”

”Fu Zhen.”

Fu Jianchen didn’t really want to hear about Fu Zhen. He didn’t care about his legs either. Fu Jianchen changed the subject directly and told Fu Ting: “It’s Wanwan’s wedding next month. What's wrong.”

Fu Ting nodded: ”I know.”

Fu Jianchen: ”Let's eat then.”

After supper, two people sat on the sofa, one holding a business magazine in his hand, silent.

The fonts on the magazine in front of him seemed to be flying. Fu Ting felt his eyes hurt after looking at it for a while. He put the magazine in his hand on the coffee table in front, rubbed his forehead, and leaned against the sofa at the back. The top of his head was white The ceiling, and the exquisite crystal chandeliers, the air smelled of daffodils, lingering on the tip of his nose, in a trance, Fu Ting seemed to see a thin figure walking towards him, but in a blink of an eye, the figure disappeared. Up.

Fu Ting faintly felt that this home shouldn't be like this, but what it should have been like before, Fu Ting found that he could not remember clearly.

Maybe when Wanwan comes back, everything will be fine.

He sighed slightly, and asked Fu Jianchen next to him: ”Wan Wan said when will she be back?”

”Wanwan is filming in a field, and it is estimated that he will not be back next week.

”I'm going to get married, how can I run around.”

Fu Jianchen chuckled lightly and said to Fu Ting, ”Well, she likes it, and the kid from the Qin family is also willing to get used to her. Don't hold her as your brother.”

Fu Ting nodded. Although as a elder brother, he always felt that no one in this world was worthy of his sister, but he had to admit that Qin Zhao’s conditions were already very good, and he could still spoil him without a bottom line. Wanwan, just like them.

Suddenly, there was a dense pain in Fu Ting's heart, as if he had been stabbed by a needle. He thought he was just reluctant to leave Tang Wanwan from this home. He got up from the sofa and said to Fu Jianchen, ”Dad, I went back to rest.”

Fu Jianchen gave a hum, and put down the magazine in his hand. Hearing Fu Ting's leaving footsteps, it seemed as if something was tapping on his eardrum, and his body trembled silently with the sound. , He unconsciously raised his hand and touched his chest. He didn't know why he always felt that something was missing there. This has become more intense during this time.

What is missing?

Fu Jianchen sighed. He probably went to the hospital for a full-body examination. He is getting older and can no longer fight like he did when he was young. He needs to pay more attention to maintenance.

In a daze, Fu Jianchen felt as if a young man leaned his head on his shoulder intimately and whispered to himself: ”Dad is not old at all, he is still young.”

Fu Jianchen's lips couldn't help showing a smile, but this smile was fleeting, as if it had never appeared before.

Fu Jianchen stood up slowly from the sofa, looked around blankly, and then came to the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Through the glass window in front of him, he saw the fine snow falling on the sky outside, falling on the golden leaf elm on the flowerbed. White head overnight.

Fu Jianchen turned upstairs and returned to his bedroom. He turned off the light and lay on the bed. The only sound left in the dark room was the sound of his breathing and the sound of the pointer moving.