747 Mama, I Want That Uncle to Be My Papa (1/2)
Fu Qinglun's tall and handsome body immediately froze at the sight of the pretty figure.
It was already very dark outside, and he could not discern the person's features clearly. Perhaps he had made a mistake, but…
At this moment, he heard a pretty voice saying, ”Little Lemon, let Mama carry you.”
”Mama, Mama.” Little Lemon headed straight for her Mama's arms and gave her Mama a kiss.
The three of them disappeared.
Fu Qinglun stood on the spot. That pretty voice reverberated around his ears.
It was her.
Was it her?
He couldn't be sure.
There were a few luxury cars parked at the field and he strode towards his car. His strides were large and he exuded an impressive aura. He opened the car door and got onto the car.
The luxury car promptly sped away from the castle.
”Grandson, where are you going?” Grandma saw the luxury car leaving and swiftly chased after it, but the car did not stop, and quickly disappeared from her line of sight.
Where was this grandson of hers going?
In these three years, Grandma had never seen him so anxious before.
What had happened?
…
The limited edition luxury car was speeding along the road. Fu Qinglun did not know where he was heading to. He made a turn and arrived at the main road.
He peered through the shiny car windows to look for the familiar figure, but to no avail.
He could not find her.
Perhaps he had seen or heard wrongly. How could it be so coincidental for both of them to meet?
At this moment, he saw a pretty figure wearing a white dress on the street.
He promptly stopped the car along the road, opened the car door and chased after the woman. He grasped the woman's slender arm. He wanted to call out her name, but he could not make a sound.
The woman turned her face. ”Sir, are you looking for me?”
Fu Qinglun looked at the woman's face. It wasn't her.
It wasn't her.
He had mistaken someone else for her.
Fu Qinglun released his hand.
In one instant, he became sober again.
It was as if a tub of cold water had drenched him from head to toe and extinguished the raging passion in his heart. What was he doing?
Why was he still looking for her?
Why could he not forget her?
He had tried to keep her by his side three years ago, but she abandoned the penniless him and threw herself onto Fu Jingtong.
When he saw her again, he should be calling her 'Sister-in-law'?
A self-derogatory and sneering smile played on his lips.
At this moment, in the street opposite, Lin Shiyu was carrying Little Lemon and walked past him.
On this day, Lin Shiyu was wearing a white lacy top and a tight skirt at the bottom. Her wavy hair was scattered indolently and sensuously around her smooth shoulders, and her small face was ravishing.
It had been three years since they parted, and Lin Shiyu had only become more beautiful and exquisite.
She walked carrying Little Lemon, with Little Lemon hugging Flower, and the Filipino maid following after them holding the bags. ”Little Lemon, tell Mama where you went today? Mama was worried sick.”
Her pretty voice was laced with tenderness and it was very pleasant to listen to.