Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

At the door of the private kitchen, Fu Heng stood by the car holding Qingqing and motioned to Gu Lan to help open the car door.

"Wait!" An urgent voice suddenly came from behind.

Gu Lan paused when he was about to open the door, and then turned around with Fu Heng to look at the woman who hurriedly chased out of the restaurant.

She was wearing a royal blue cheongsam with long swings and high slits, stepping on eight-centimeter stilettos, running fast.

After finally catching up with Fu Heng and the others, her carefully managed hair had become a little messy, and a few curly hairs that were not obedient fell to her side, but they did not damage her beauty, but added a bit of charm to her.

"Han Weilan?" Gu Lan was a little surprised.

What is this big restaurant boss doing suddenly chasing him out?

He remembered that they had already settled the bill, but they didn't eat the Bawang meal.

"..." Han Weilan ignored him, she just ran too fast, couldn't help holding her knees with her hands, bowed her waist and gasped for a few breaths, then suddenly raised her head and stared at Fu Heng with her delicate eye makeup. .

"Fu, where did you hide Qingqing... where did you hide Qingqing?"

"She went on a trip..."

Fu Heng replied the same, but only halfway through the conversation, he was interrupted violently by Han Weilan.

"Oh! This kind of nonsense will deceive the outsiders who don't know the truth. The old lady and Qingqing are the best friends who grew up wearing a pair of crotch pants. I know what kind of person she is better than you!"

Han Weilan's cheeks were red with anger, and the string of reason in her mind was broken directly. It was so disillusioning that a classical beauty opened her mouth to speak of fragrance.

The little waitress girls behind her were terrified.

"It is absolutely impossible for Qingqing to travel alone without saying a word. Something must have happened to her."

Picking up the mobile phone and calling up the last chat history between herself and Qingqing, Han Weilan lowered her voice and threatened harshly: "Where is the person? If you don't tell me, I will call the police immediately."

On Han Weilan's mobile phone interface, what was displayed was the chat history with Qingqing the night before she became smaller.

The recording time was more than one o'clock in the morning, even if Qingqing had any plans to travel alone, it was impossible to travel at this late.

So at least before June 1st, Qing Qing must still be at home.

Gu Lan's face changed slightly, and suddenly he clasped Han Weilan's wrist and dragged her to the corner.

"Lend me the phone to have a look."

"Who are you from Qingqing?"

Holding the phone tightly, Han Weilan looked at Gu Lan's face suspiciously.

Because of the historical legacy of Qingqing and Gu Lan

The problem caused Han Weilan, a close friend of Qingqing, to never meet Gu Lan.

But she is not blind, just because this man and his friend look so similar, he must be related to Qingqing.

Because of this speculation, Han Weilan was less prepared for Gu Lan.

"I'm her brother, my own brother." Gu Lan said bluntly.

"Brother?" Han Weilan whispered strangely, "Why didn't Qingqing say before that she still has such a big brother?"

Gu Lan: "..."

I can hear it, thank you.

"Your cell phone, can you lend me a look?"

Clicking on the phone in Han Weilan's hand, Gu Lan persistently wanted to read the content.

He just had a glimpse, and he seemed to see some incredible information, and couldn't help but want to see it more clearly.

"Here." Han Weilan was refreshed this time, and directly handed the phone to Gu Lan.

"Thank you." Gu Lan took the phone and looked down.

June 1st, 1:35 in the morning.

[Qing Qing is a rich woman: Are you asleep? I can not sleep. 】

[Qingqing is a rich woman: I always feel something is wrong recently. 】

...

It was one forty-nine in the morning.

[Lanlan wants to get rich: I didn't sleep, I just finished taking a shower. 】

[Lanlan wants to get rich: What's wrong? Are you harassed by that crazy woman again? 】

[Qingqing is a rich woman: No, but there is a very subtle feeling, as if someone has been staring at me. 】

[Lan Lan wants to get rich: It's the crazy woman, she is not just coveting your husband like a dog, but also wants to disgust you all the time, so that she can be on top. 】

...

Two ten in the morning.

[Qingqing is a rich woman: No, I don’t feel like her...]

[Qingqing is a rich woman: Forget it, thinking too much has a headache. 】

[Qing Qing is a rich woman: My husband is back, and he is asleep, good night. 】

[Lanlan wants to get rich: Bah! Reject late-night dog food. My old lady is just a kick. jpg]

The chat content ends here, but just a few words above have revealed a lot of news.

No wonder Han Weilan is so nervous Qingqing.

"Who are you talking about'crazy woman'?"

A cold voice that suppressed anger sounded from the two of them. Gu Lan and Han Weilan were shocked to realize that Fu Heng didn't know what had come close to them, and they also saw the chat content on Han Weilan's phone.

Fu Heng was extremely angry now. He never knew that someone had been harassing his wife for a long time in his name.

Qingqing has gradually become indifferent to him over the years because of this so-called "crazy woman"?

Do not

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!"

***

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.