Chapter 21： Qing Qing meets Bai Yueguang (1/2)

In the lunch box, two small pieces of beautifully packaged cake were neatly placed.

-Durian Melaleuca.

"What's up? Durian is so delicious! This is the king of fruits!"

Durian lovers vow to defend the dignity of durian!

"Yeah, it's delicious."

Qing Qing followed his little head.

She is obviously a protagonist who likes durians, but Fu Heng and Fu Sijin hate durians.

Facing the durian, the two aspiring father and son showed disgusting eyes together, but because of the presence of Qingqing, it was not too obvious.

Grasping this, Fu Sishen still wanted to make trouble, but was swept away by Fu Heng coldly, and she wilted in an instant.

It's fine for his brother, but he dare not challenge his dad's majesty.

In the end, the two boxes of Durian Melaleuca went to Fu Sishen. Qing Qing wanted to eat it, but Fu Heng didn't allow it.

Durian's nutritional value is indeed high, but it is easy to get angry if you eat too much.

Now it’s close to get off work time, Fu Heng simply asks his eldest son to go home early with him.

It's rare for a family to get together neatly and ride home in the same car, driven by Fu Sishen, a ‘criminal meritorious service’, while the bodyguards are arranged in another car.

The car drove slowly out of the Fu Group, but not in the direction of the Fu family.

With a rare opportunity, they decided to go out to eat together and return home after eating.

"Huh? Brother Rice Cake!"

Qingqing suddenly pointed out the window and shouted excitedly, and constantly waved at the familiar figure outside: "Brother Nianku...Brother Nianku..."

Unfortunately, their car was driving on the road, but the rice cake was walking on the sidewalk with a strange aunt's hand.

There is a long distance between the two sides, and the traffic around is too noisy, so the rice cake can not hear Qingqing's call at all.

"Ah... it's gone..."

Ching Ching's face was sullenly on the window, watching the figure of the rice cake gradually disappear.

Fu Heng, who was sitting next to her, raised his eyes and looked out the window, his heart moved slightly, and suddenly said, "Does Qingqing want to go to school?"

They happened to pass by a kindergarten just now, and this kindergarten happened to be the nian gao school.

It's time for school now, and it's a coincidence that you will meet rice cakes at the entrance of the kindergarten, not too unexpected.

The sudden soul problem made Qingqing Xiao's back stiff, and immediately shook his head like a rattle, and firmly refused.

"Don't don't don't... Qingqing don't go to school!"

"I can go to kindergarten at the age of three and a half?" There is no child

Fu Sishen, who teaches common sense in children's education, was surprised.

He thought that a three-year-old kid would only need to eat, drink and have fun at home.

"You were only twenty-seven months old when you went to kindergarten." That's just a little bit in your early two years.

"But now the policy has changed. It is stipulated that children need to be 37 months old before they can be sent to kindergarten." It is about three years old.

"Dad, how do you know so much?"

Fu Sishen was shocked by the sudden increase in knowledge.

"You were two sons and I raised them for nothing?" Fu Heng cast a strange look at the younger son.

He is not so busy at the beginning, and no matter how busy he is, he is more or less involved in the growth of the child.

Unfortunately, he ignored his wife.

Thinking of some news recently found, Fu Heng's expression was slightly restrained, and then he fell silent.

Seeing that Fu Heng seemed to have forgotten about sending herself to school, Qingqing also carefully remained silent, for fear that it would attract Fu Heng's attention and be mentioned again.

It wasn't until the family arrived at the restaurant for dinner tonight that Fu Heng didn't notice any changes, Qingqing gradually relaxed.

The innocent kid thought that the adults would just let them go.

As everyone knows, it is only because she is injured now that it is inconvenient to go to school that Fu Heng will not force her temporarily.

The restaurant they choose is not a very expensive and high-end restaurant, but a Cantonese-style tea restaurant with a good reputation and very fresh and delicious dishes.

Cantonese snacks are generally light in taste, and there are more sweet soups of various desserts, which are suitable for the appetite of children.

The family has booked a small box and sat together in a circle. It really feels like a long-lost warmth.

"I want to eat a bag!"

Qingqing glanced at the quicksand pig bun on the menu and clamored to eat it.

The exquisite and small buns are made into the shape of a piglet, which is indeed very attractive to children.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Fu Sishen simply gave Qingqing the menu and let her order randomly.

Anyway, the portion of Cantonese-style dim sum is small, no matter how much they order, they can fully eat with the appetite of the three big men.

Soon, a table full of dishes was ready.

As a result, Qingqing disliked the pig buns as being too hot, and turned around to pamper the icy sweet osmanthus cake with coconut milk.

Fu Sishen repeatedly sighed that a woman liked the new and disliked the old. As a result, he was stuffed with a pork bun in his mouth before he finished speaking.

"As long as you talk a lot, you can't stop your mouth even if you eat."

Fu Si was very clear about his younger brother's disgust.

Fu Heng took one after only half of the meal

The call went out.

Qingqing Lala Fu Sijin's sleeves, the expression on her little face is a little strange: "Ajin, Qingqing wants to hush..."

"Huh?" Fu Si was stunned, and immediately looked for his dad, but no one was found, so he could only push Qingqing to find the bathroom.

I asked the waiter and found the bathroom door.

But Fu Sijin couldn't enter the women's bathroom, and it was even more wrong to take Qingqing to the men's bathroom, but it was inconvenient for her to hurt her foot, so she could only find a waitress to help.

"Qingqing should listen to the waiter's sister obediently, know?"

"Hmm, I will."

With the assurance, Fu Heng didn't let Qingqing in with confidence, but he waited outside.

While checking the information with her mobile phone to pass the time, a hesitant female voice came from her side unexpectedly: "Fu Sijin?"