Reborn Nine Zero Sweetheart Cub

Chapter 102 I’ll go back first to renew my life

Song Yueliang knew that Fu Yanchi was in poor health.

Paler than ordinary people.

Weaker than ordinary people.

But to what extent it was bad, I didn’t know before.

During the years we knew each other, he never said what kind of disease he had.

It wasn't until these two days when she first heard Dong Wangshu say that he "almost didn't survive the rescue" and then heard Meng Jingxian say that he suddenly fell ill and sent him abroad for rescue that she suddenly realized how bad his health was.

It was now nine o'clock in the evening, and he had been staying in front of her house for a long time.

Song Yueliang was silent for a moment and finally left the room.

Open the living room door gently.

The lights in the corridor were dim and there was no one in front of the door.

There was only a piece of paper torn from a book taped to her door.

The handwriting is scrawled, and the dragons and phoenixes are dancing -

"Moon, I'll go back first to renew my life. Just wait for me. I'll come back tomorrow."

Holding the light piece of paper, Song Yueliang was silent for a long time.

…

At this time, Fu Yanchi was being held in the car.

Mr. Fu personally came to take custody of this person.

"If you don't eat or sleep, do you really think you have nine lives?!" Looking at the man's increasingly pale face, Mr. Fu was angry and angry, "You shouldn't have been discharged from the hospital today!"

Fu Yanchi lay back on the seat, holding back the tearing pain in her heart when she breathed, and smiled, "Grandpa, I know my body. It's useless to stay in the hospital. It's just a guest room where the doctor can be called at any time."

.”

Mr. Fu was speechless and finally said forcefully, "You can't run around then!"

"Yes, I will definitely not run around next time." Fu Yanchi promised, looking lightly at the rearview mirror.

Uncle Gui immediately withdrew his eyes from the rearview mirror and drove seriously.

He invited the old man here.

Otherwise, no one can pull Mr. Fu.

We can't really let him sleep in a narrow corridor all night.

He was also afraid that when he came back tomorrow morning, no one would be there.

Street lights passed quickly outside, and the light and shadow inside the car flickered.

Fu Yanchi closed his eyes and said no more. It was indeed difficult to support him. He had a feeling that his body had reached its limit.

Including the rescue in the middle of the night yesterday, he actually had feelings and felt that life was passing by.

So much so that when he opened his eyes in the morning, he felt magical.

Maybe the King of Hell knew that he still had unfinished business, so he let him go temporarily?

The corners of Fu Yanchi's mouth curled up.

He should at least apologize properly to the moon before leaving.

At least the hidden dangers behind her and the family must be resolved before leaving.

"That Song Yueliang, is it really that important to you?" Bu Yu asked beside him.

Fu Yanchi opened her eyes and looked at the old man's dark face, "It's very important. It's as important as you, grandpa."

"I heard Agui said that she also has a daughter?"

"That little girl is called Qiqi. She is very cute and well-behaved. Grandpa, you will definitely like her if you meet her."

Mr. Fu snorted, "If it were your daughter, I would definitely like it and you would have one too."

"I'm afraid this won't work," Fu Yanchi spread her hands and said regretfully, "Grandpa, although a man can't say he is not good, your grandson's health is really not good. If I want to give you a great-grandson, then I will definitely have to die in bed."

Mr. Fu, "..."

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Old Fu's face turned red, his grandson was a brat! He was the only one who could say this without changing his expression!

Even Uncle Gui felt his throat suddenly itchy, and he coughed for quite a while before he reluctantly stopped.

After that, no one spoke to me at all.

Talk nonsense.

No matter what I say, I will be blocked.

It’s impossible to refute.

Mr. Fu looked out the window quietly, feeling a sense of sadness overflowing from his body.

His old Fu family will never be the next in this life.

Back at Fu's house, the phone rang in the living room.

Uncle Gui did not answer the phone immediately. He first looked at Fu Yanchi and said, "Mr. Fu, Miss Song is calling."

Fu Yanchi raised her eyes and looked at him quietly.

Uncle Gui obediently added, "Miss Song Ziyun called."

"Just say I'm asleep and let her leave a message if she has anything to do." Fu Yanchi rubbed her eyebrows and walked slowly to the room, "You will contact Uncle Xiang later and ask him to keep an eye on it. If nothing happens, it won't take long.

The person behind it will surface."

Mr. Fu was confused as he listened. When his grandson entered the room, he asked Uncle Gui, "Who is behind it? And that Song Ziyun, isn't that girl who has often called me home to chat with me in the past few years?"

"Yes," said Uncle Gui, "she has often called the Yan family in Kyoto in the past few years. All news about Mr. Fu abroad, the chairman and his wife know about it through her. You also know that Mr. Fu always fails to report good news.

If you want to report worries and know his true situation, you can only rely on other people’s mouths to tell you something.”

Mr. Fu frowned, it was indeed true.

When Ah Chi was away, they, the elders, were always worried. When someone appeared who could talk to them about Ah Chi's current situation, they were naturally happy and close to him.

But listening to Agui's words, the meaning behind them is unusual.

"Then what is her relationship with Ah Chi?" Mr. Fu wondered.

"Half a year after Mr. Fu went abroad, Miss Song moved to the opposite door from him. She was probably a fellow foreigner."

"..."

"Mr. Fu, it's time for you to go and rest."

"Wait a minute, you haven't said who is behind it yet—"

"By the way, the chairman's wife came to Huicheng today and said she would pay her a visit tomorrow."

Old Fu's face twitched, and when he came to his senses again, he was alone in the living room.

They are all a bunch of careless things!

Such a big thing, and now you suddenly think of telling him?!

The next day.

morning.

The noise outside the window is getting louder.

After Song Yueliang got up, she helped her daughter change her clothes and comb her hair. Then mother and daughter squatted head-to-head in the bathroom, brushed their teeth and washed themselves.

In the previously deserted living room, now that the little baby is talking and laughing softly, it seems that it is just a place of residence, and it suddenly feels like a home.

"Mom, do you want to take your baby to the company today?"

"Of course, the baby can go to work with his mother."

"Then can I bring my drawing notebook? When mom is working, I will draw next to you so I won't disturb you."

"Okay, bring the baby's colored crayons."

Qiqi is still illiterate, but she is self-taught in drawing.

Among the gifts she bought before, there were crayons and drawing books that the little kid liked. On the same day, extremely abstract graffiti appeared on the drawing books.

No matter how abstract the daughter's work is, Song Yueliang still praises it in a serious manner.

I bought breakfast on the way and brought it to the company to eat.

The mother and daughter finished packing and went out directly.

At half past seven, the corridor was very quiet.

Song Yueliang opened the door first, lowered her head and took her daughter's hand to go out and go downstairs.

When he looked up again, the man's figure appeared at the entrance of the stairs, smiling, "You've come just in time, Moon, Qiqi, let's have breakfast together?"

The man raised his hand, it was all packed breakfast.

Steamed buns, fried dough sticks, noodles and soy milk, all very complete.

Qiqi's little face slowly turned downward.

Uncle Fu is here again.

She just made her mother angry last night.

How could someone be so shameless!

(End of chapter)