Chapter 30： Qingqings best friend (2/2)

Only Fu Heng, Gu Lan's face was ugly after reading the chat log.

It's just that he still has another layer of thinking.

"There are still people staring at my sister, why? What does that person want to do?"

"I don't know who it is, Qingqing refused to tell me."

After showing all the mobile phones, Han Weilan will naturally no longer hide any important news.

"I only know that since the day of Fu Heng and Qingqing’s wedding, she will receive a threatening courier every once in a while. The contents of the courier... are all intimate photos of her husband and various women, maybe even There are other things, but Qingqing didn't tell me."

"Until now?" Gu Lan asked in surprise.

To be able to harass a person uninterruptedly for more than 20 years, how much hatred is this?

"Yeah." Han Weilan nodded solemnly.

She once persuaded Qingqing to go to the police, but she couldn't find who the suspect was, and in the end she had no choice but to stop.

Unconsciously hugging the sleeping child in his arms, Fu Heng's face was as cold as frost.

"Thank you for telling us the news, Qingqing... We can only tell you that she is safe now, as for the rest, I'm sorry, but I can't tell you now."

"How can you guarantee her safety."

Perhaps because of Qingqing, Han Weilan didn't feel very good about Fu Heng, and didn't trust him much.

"Just because I am her husband."

Abandoning these last words, Fu Heng turned and left.

Han Weilan was stunned. After the reaction came over, Fu Heng drove the car a long time ago, giving her exhaust, leaving her incompetent and furious.

"Fu, you'd better not let Qingqing have an accident, otherwise the old lady will not let you go!"

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After arriving home, Fu Heng carried Qingqing back to the room to sleep.

The little dumpling was completely wrapped in the suit jacket, and when you opened it, you could feel a warm air escaping.

Taking advantage of the freshly baked milk buns still not getting cold, Fu Heng quickly stuffed the person into the soft quilt, and then carefully covered her with the quilt.

"Uncle..." Qing Qing turned over, put the quilt in her arms, and gave a silly smile: "Eat Tangtang..."

"You can't eat too much sugar, it will cause tooth decay." After speaking, Fu Heng couldn't help laughing.

What did he say to a sleeping child?

Raising his hand and gently touching Qingqing's small head, he got an unconscious back rub.

Fu Heng's eyes were pampering that he didn't even notice.

Straightening up, his slender knuckles fastened his tie and pulled it a few times from left to right. The original tenderness had long been replaced by deep indifference.

Watched again

Fu Heng turned around and walked out of the bedroom, standing outside the door of a closed room.

If Qingqing is awake now, she must be able to recognize that this room is the one she accidentally ran into during an adventure.

Staring solemnly at the closed door, for a long while, Fu Heng slowly stretched out his hand, grasped the door handle, and turned it little by little.

With a light click, the closed door opened a gap, and the darkness gradually expanded in the gap until it was completely opened.

The outside light was projected into the dark room through the door, pulling Fu Heng's shadow slender, and falling straight on the several express boxes in the corner.

"Uncle, Qingqing wants to drink grandma."

The awake Qing Qing climbed up in a daze, his little hands fumbled everywhere to find Fu Heng.

After searching for a circle, she didn't find anyone, but she became more conscious.

Opening her eyes slightly, Qingqing realized that she was alone in the room, and it was dark, without turning on the lights, and dimly.

Pursing her small mouth, Qing Qing looked at the dark corners everywhere with fear.

I always feel that one is not paying attention, and several big monsters will suddenly appear in those corners to eat her.

The baby is scared.

Fear stimulated potential, Qing Qing crawled off the bed at an agility speed that was never reached in normal times, and ran to the door of the room with her toes, reaching for the doorknob.

She wants to escape!

It's a pity that the three-headed little guy hasn't grown tall enough to touch the doorknob.

After trying hard enough, even jumping up, but still unable to touch the doorknob, Qingqing was discouraged.

She sat on the ground, holding her small mouth, tears began to roll in her eyes, but she could not fall.

"Be... be strong, Qingqing is an older child, so you can't cry."

Saying that, but the room is dark, it's really scary!

Just as Qingqing was trembling with fear, the door of the unclimbable mountain-like room was suddenly opened from the outside, and a familiar figure appeared behind the door.

"Uncle...Uncle?"

Suddenly being hugged, Qingqing stretched out her small arms and hugged it back, and patted it.

Same as coaxing a baby.

Holding her tall figure trembling slightly, Qing Qing keenly sensed that Fu Heng's current mood was extremely unstable.

He seemed very angry, as if he was guilty, mixed with complicated emotions such as self-blame and pain.

It was too messy, Qing Qing couldn't distinguish clearly, but she could know that something was wrong with Fu Heng now.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

His shoulders were gradually wetted by the cold liquid, is Fu Heng...crying?

"Qingqing forgive you."

Without blunt comfort, Qingqing's childish little milk speaker was in Fu Heng's ear, making his apology pause.