Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

Qingqing is not the first time to go to Fu Sijin's company.

After experiencing the first sensation, and seeing the soft and cute little dumplings, everyone was calm.

Although occasionally a cute little dumpling dangles in front of your eyes, you still can't help being attracted by cute things, but most of the time, what should you do?

After all, although cute things are cute, work is also very important.

Of course, if there is a chance to feed the cutie, no one will refuse.

It is a pity that the president is too close to his little cousin and does not give him extra snacks.

Yes, in order to give Qingqing a reasonable identity.

Externally, Fu Si would like to announce that Qingqing is the child of his mother's relatives, and he is still his elder in terms of seniority, so the little guy can call him one by one.

It's just because the child is on vacation and the family is too busy, so I can only leave it to him to take care of it.

If this reason is applied to other people, it might be a bit of a joke, maybe no one will believe it at all, and it will be ridiculed.

Who can be so busy that a president can help relatives with children?

But everyone in the company followed Fu Sijin's arduous ventures all the way, and got along with each other for more than three years, some veterans even more than that.

Therefore, the old employees know more or less about Fu Sijin's family situation.

Both parents are top giants.

Not to mention, compared to the two huge groups of Fu and Gu, Fu Sijin, a promising young man who has just started his own business, is really the "leastest" one in the family.

As for the other president's brother?

Forget it, he is still a big bear kid, so don't let him out to harm the motherland's flowers.

To sum up, Qingqing’s identity has been reasonably explained, and he has settled in Fu Sijin’s company.

She is pretty good, just give some toys or play an animation, and she can play there all day by herself.

It seems that I have long been used to the situation of playing alone.

This made Fu Sijin, who was watching people part-time, heaved a sigh of relief. If his mother was a noisy kid when she was young, he might have a headache.

There are no meetings and no client invitations today. Fu Si just needs to stay in the office.

Qingqing was sitting on the open space next to the office sofa and building blocks, where Fu Sijin could see it as soon as he raised his head.

It is summer and the weather is quite hot, but the air conditioner is turned on in the office, and the ceramic floor is blown cold.

Afraid of Qingqing catching the cold, Fu Si

I deliberately went to the lounge and moved a blanket to spread her on the floor, with scattered building blocks piled on top.

When he was busy, Fu Sijin would look up at Qingqing every once in a while.

Seeing that she was still playing seriously, she had even built a small house with building blocks, so she ignored her and kept busy.

The two were busy with each other, maintaining a tacit calmness, and there was a sense of warmth faintly.

I thought this quiet and harmonious atmosphere would last until Fu Sijin got off work, but he was disturbed by a sudden visitor.

"Mr. An, you can't go in!"

Secretary Cheng couldn't stop him, and let an aggressive man break into the office.

The closed door was pushed open rudely, and the door leaf slammed against the wall.

With a loud bang, Qingqing's body shook with fright, and all the blocks in his hand fell.

Fu Si's eyebrows tightened, and he looked at the visitor with an unhappy face: "Don't Mr. An know to knock on the door before entering?"

"Sorry, forgot for a while." An Yuan apologized insincerely.

"President, this..." Secretary Cheng stood behind An Yuan, her expression awkward.

He did not stop the trespasser, in a sense it was considered negligence.

"It's okay, you go ahead."

Fu Sijin had been with An Yuan for many years, and he knew what virtue he was, so he didn't mean to blame Secretary Cheng.

"Ok."

Secretary Cheng turned to leave and walked the door intimately.

After the people left, Fu Sijin folded his hands and leaned on the back of the chair in a relaxed posture. His tone was still cold, implicitly mocking: "What does Mr. An want to do with this murderous appearance?"

That way, I almost didn't say that I would call the police.

"Did you know it a long time ago?" An Yuan asked with anger.

"Know what?" Fu Sijing glanced at Qingqing who was curiously exploring his brain, and asked casually.

After being warned, Qingqing shrank his head, pretending to build blocks, but her little ears were erected.

I don't know why, she always feels that this scene is a bit familiar.

It seems that at the same place a few days ago, different people have all questioned Fu Heng.

"Know what your mother did!"

An Yuan said angrily: "Where did Xiao Ran be sent by your mother? We have searched all the places these days, and only found the surveillance video of your mother throwing a check to her.

"Who is Xiao Ran?"

Fu Sijin's face was confused, still looking like he didn't know anything, and seeing An Yuan feel depressed and even more angry.

"Xiao Ran is my sister who has been missing for many years, An Ran."

An Ran, this name is familiar.

He seems to have heard it in someone's mouth?

After thinking for a moment, Fu Si suddenly remembered something.

"Fu Sishen's ex-girlfriend who is greedy for money?"

This is his only impression of the girl with this name.

"Xiao Ran is the daughter of my family. How can I be greedy for your mother's stinky money?"

Dissatisfied with the slander of his sister's reputation, An Yuan glared at Fu Sijin.

"Then I have to ask you to settle down." Fu Sijin looked indifferent, "Dignified Miss Anjia, but in the end she had to accept my mother's breakup fee. You are really amazing."

Bright irony.

The troubles of Anjia have been heard throughout the upper class, and even he inadvertently listened to a few ears of gossip.

When a relative’s daughter disappeared at a young age, the An’s parents adopted a relative’s child as an adopted daughter in order to comfort their grief.

As a result, now the daughter is finally found back, but for fear that the adoptive daughter will be wronged, she is always on guard against others, forcing her in an embarrassing situation.

The scenes were so noisy that the entire upper class society was amazed.

An Yuan's face was livid after being ridiculed so personally, but there was no rebuttal.

He also recently returned from abroad, only to know that so many things happened at home.

My sister was found back, which was a happy event.

Unexpectedly, the parents were so confused. Not only did they not do well to pet their sister, but also made up for the debt they owed to her over the years, but they were also dedicated to protecting the scheming adopted daughter, which made the sister suffer a lot of grievances.

Now that people are gone again, they will only blame and blame each other at home, and even blame their sister for being ignorant, not knowing what is good or bad, and have no intention of looking for someone.

Can't say whether it was chilling or something, An Yuan remembered having a big quarrel with his parents at home, and finally slammed the door and left, looking for his sister alone.

In the past few days, the more he talked about the past of his younger sisters, the more he felt distressed and the more anger accumulated in his heart.

Coming to Fu Sijin to ask what was a small outbreak that he had suppressed for a long time, but after the outbreak, he felt empty in his heart.

To put it bluntly, he was not a competent elder brother who had done nothing for Xiao Ran.

What is the difference between him like this and those in the family?

Slumping down on the sofa, An Yuan arched his waist, covered his face with his hands, and fell into the pain of self-blame.

Seeing his friend like this, no matter how great the anger is in Fu Si's heart, it has also dispersed.

He sighed and glanced over Qing Qing subconsciously, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

What to say?

Said his **** skills are superb,

Not only An Yuan, but Fu Sishen, who knew more about Enron, could not find any trace of An Ran.

Still have to say that the culprit is actually sitting in front of you playing with blocks?

Also wearing diapers.

Noting that Fu Sijin was looking at her, Qingqing looked back innocently.

Qing Qing is very good, not eavesdropping.

She is listening openly.

Fu Sijin: "..."

Why does he always feel that IQ is despised?

An Yuan is still decadent.

Qingqing fiddled with the blocks and looked at him curiously.

Looking at it, she suddenly patted her hands to get up, walked to An Yuan, and gently poked his hair.

"Uncle, are you crying?"

The childish little milky voice of the child carries a bit of pure curiosity, without any ridicule, nor caring, just curiosity.

"No." An Yuan raised his head and replied in a dumb voice.

He didn't notice the existence of Qingqing until now, and couldn't help asking, "Who is this kid?"

Actually looks like Fu Sijin forty to fifty percent similar, is it possible...

"The children of relatives, ask me to take care of them for a while."

"Oh."

...

After being silent for a while, An Yuan spoke.

"Si Jin, I know you have a bad relationship with your mother, but can you please take it for the sake of our many years of friendship..."

He asked people for the first time, but Fu Sijin interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"No way." Fu Si shook his head and said seriously: "Even if you don't say anything about your sister, I will help if you know it, but there is really no way now."

"Why?" An Yuan puzzled.

"...I can't find my mother now, even my dad and uncle can't find her."

In fact, the person is right in front of you, but she is not her original appearance. How can you remember the story after growing up?

Despair is no longer enough to describe An Yuan's current mood.

But he knew that since his friend could say such things, it was really impossible.

For a while, he felt quite desperate.

After all, can he find Xiao Ran?

"Uncle." There was another little girl's milky call from her ear. An Yuan didn't want to talk to her, but couldn't bear Qingqing's persistent harassment, "Uncle, uncle..."

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"Qingqing, come here, don't disturb others."

An Yuan and Fu Sijin spoke at the same time, but they couldn't shake Qingqing's will.

She stretched out her little hand and placed the tightly held thing in An Yuan's hand.

"Give you."

"what is this?"

An Yuan lowered his head and saw a bear biscuit lying quietly in his palm.

This is the ration that Qingqing saved from his limited daily snack quota, but he didn't expect to give it to Anyuan so generously.

I didn't give it to me just now.

Fu Si thought sourly on the side.