Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

In the hospital, the children cried loudly and loudly, one after another, like a symphony of injections, impassioned.

The sound continued outside the gate of the hospital, scaring the other babies who had not yet entered to join the Cry Orchestra.

"Qingqing, be good, the injection really doesn't hurt. Let's go in, and we can come out in one go."

Fu Sijin and Fu Sishen stood outside the car and persuaded the little guy who couldn't get out of the car, but Qingqing didn't believe their nonsense.

"I don't want it!" categorically expressing Qingqing's determination.

Qingqing's small arms tightly wrapped around the backrest of the front car seat, no matter how much Fu Sishen pulled, he refused to let go.

Fu Sishen was afraid of hurting her again, so he didn't dare to exert any force. For a while, the three of them stayed in a stalemate.

Many parents who dragged their children over saw this scene and felt sympathy.

It's just that the little devil in their family can't handle it, so don't mess with other people's affairs.

"Can't you get out?"

It had been deadlocked for half an hour, and seeing that Qingqing still refused to accept his fate, Fu Sijin couldn't help but sinking his face slightly and said coldly.

His cold face was very similar to when Fu Heng was angry. Although Qingqing had never seen Fu Heng angry at her, she knew this inexplicably.

Qingqing was a little scared instinctively, and her little hand loosened unconsciously, and then Fu Si was cautiously hugged out of the car.

Before the horse stumbled, Qing Qing yelled in fright, but Fu Sishen was caught in the opportunity and rushed into the hospital quickly, no matter how hard Qing Qing struggled.

"I don't want...I don't want an injection!"

Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to the doctor, Qingqing was so anxious that her limbs fluttered wildly. She accidentally heard a ‘pop’, she seemed to accidentally hit something.

As soon as Qingqing's body became stiff, he raised his head timidly, and saw a small red palm print on Fu Si Shenjun's face, which was particularly obvious.

"Yes... right..."

"Are you satisfied now?"

Fu Sishen's usual hippie smile suddenly became gloomy and indifferent, and Qingqing was too scared to speak.

"I'm working hard to forgive you, but I can't forget that you caused my favorite person to leave me. I tried my best to tell myself that you are still young and that you are not her, but why do you always have her shadow on your body? ?"

The long-suppressed anger flame erupted through this unexpected slap after all.

"Little...Little Shen..."

Qing Qing was scared

Tears fell straight, Fu Si frowned and snatched her from Fu Sishen's arms, and said in a deep voice, "Can you be more mature? As for losing your temper to a three-year-old child?"

"A three-year-old child?" Fu Sishen sneered, full of mockery.

"No matter what she becomes, don't forget, she is always our superior mother! The cold-blooded and ruthless wealthy lady Gu Qingqing, she only has the position of the mistress of the Fu family, you and I are just him Tools to tie up Dad..."

"Pop!" The loud applause made everyone around couldn't help but cast their eyes.

In the middle of the crowd, two handsome guys with tall and long legs stood opposite each other. One of them tilted his head in embarrassment, and the other had not put down his raised palm. Obviously, there was a dispute and moved his hand.

The child between the two was already shocked. She hiccuped and suddenly raised her head and cried loudly.

"Wow ah ah ah..."

Qingqing felt that her heart was uncomfortable, not because Fu Sijin beat Fu Sishen, but because Fu Sijin's words made'she' sad.

It hurts like being scratched by countless knives, and it feels like the whole body is baked on a fire.

How could it be so uncomfortable?

She didn't know how to deal with this pain, so she could only cry loudly according to the child's instinct to vent her inner emotions a little.

Holding Qingqing in his arms, Fu Sijin looked at his younger brother with cold eyes: "If you are so dissatisfied, you don't have to go home in the future, so that we will not have to be blamed by you every day."

As he turned around, he paused again and turned his head to add another sentence.

"By the way, I suddenly felt that leaving you peacefully is really the right choice. An immature man like you can't give a woman stability and happiness."

The palms hanging beside him were clenched into fists, looking at the crying face of Qingqing in his brother's arms, Fu Sijin suddenly lost the courage to argue.

He bowed his head dejectedly, turned and left the hospital lonely.

As soon as he walked out the door, his friend An Yuan called.

"Si Shen, have I found An Ran's whereabouts?"

His pupils widened slightly, Fu Sishen almost tremblingly asked, "Where...where?"

"She went abroad to study. I found the information and said that she was admitted to a graduate school in a prestigious university abroad and is currently studying for advanced studies."

"Study abroad? Where did she get the money?"

It's no wonder that Fu Sishen raised such a question, it is really the messy things that set up the family, he knows a lot indirectly or directly.

Especially An Ran still owns

Girlfriend, no one knew what was going on with her at the time better than Fu Sishen.

It is said that she is the daughter of An Jia, but in fact she is poorer than before she was recognized by An Jia.

Being an ordinary orphan can at least work and earn money, but the daughter of a wealthy family needs to take care of the so-called face of the family.

An Jia, who was unwilling to let An Ran go out to work, refused to pay her living expenses. Obviously, the adopted daughter bought a bag for hundreds of thousands, but the real An Jia lady couldn't even afford a small wallet of more than ten yuan.

Thinking about it is also very ironic.

Fu Sishen once wanted to help his girlfriend, but An Ran was not a last resort every time, otherwise he would never use his money.

Therefore, he knows Enron's financial situation better than anyone else, knowing that she will definitely not be able to spend money to study abroad, let alone living expenses, she even tuition...

Suddenly his thoughts stopped, Fu Sishen suddenly had a very ominous premonition. He hesitated to ask: "An Ran's money for studying abroad...Is it, my mother gave it?"

"...Yes." To be honest, An Yuan couldn't believe it when he found out: "Not only that, but I also found out that Aunt Gu is also my sister's long-term sponsor."

"How long has it been?" Fu Sishen said dumbly.

"For more than 20 years, basically, since my sister's disappearance, she has been adopted and taken care of by Aunt Gu." He is now very respectful of the name Qingqing.

This is the great benefactor who saved his sister and sheltered her to grow up healthy.

Fu Sishen's face was slightly stiff: "That is to say..."

In other words, even before he knew An Ran, his mother had already known about An Ran's existence, but her identity in front of her mother would definitely not be his girlfriend.

Covering his face, Fu Sishen suddenly felt the world spin.

An Yuan's voice continued to be heard in the ear: "I got the surveillance video from the inside of the cafe that day, and I asked a lip language expert to interpret their conversations. Would you like to come and watch it together?"

"……it is good."

Turning around and looking at the noisy entrance of the hospital, Qingqing might still be crying inside. Fu Sishen wanted to go in and ask her to apologize, but was afraid that Qingqing didn't want to see herself now, so he could only rush to Anyuan first.

He wants to figure out the truth!

In the hospital, unlike Fu Sishen thought, Qingqing stopped crying.

She just cried too violently, Fu Sijin couldn't coax her at all, so she had no choice but to call his dad urgently.

The video call is connected in almost a second.

Fu Heng on the opposite side is playing a remote video

During the meeting, I did not expect to receive a call request from the eldest son.

The eldest son was always calm and wouldn't call himself casually when he was fine, so Fu Heng quickly picked up the phone.

As a result, as soon as the phone was connected, Qingqing's miserable cry came over, resounding throughout the office.

The subordinates on the opposite side of the video craned their necks curiously, wanting to see whose child was crying and crying so miserably. Unfortunately, the screen in front of them went black at the next moment, leaving only a text message.

"In a hurry, postpone the meeting."

"Qing Qing..." Fu Heng whispered softly.

He knew that today was the day when Qingqing had an injection, but when he saw the divorce agreement yesterday, he was shocked so much that he subconsciously chose to escape in the morning and hurried to the company, not dare to face Qingqing. Throw her to the care of her two sons.

Didn’t expect that these two brats take care of their mother like this?

"Uncle, woooo..."

Seeing Fu Heng in Fu Sijin's phone, Qingqing subconsciously stretched out her little hand in a grievance, wanting to ask him to hug him.

"Why is Qingqing crying? Who is bullying you, and my uncle helps you teach him?"

Fu Heng only thought that Qingqing was hurt by the injection, and he cried. He deliberately joked to tease her and divert her attention.

"No... not good."

While wiping small tears, Qingqing choked and said, "Uncle don't... don't beat Xiaoshen."

It hurts to hit someone, Xiao Shen has already been beaten by her, her own hand still hurts a little now, let alone the person who was beaten, so Qingqing didn't want Fu Sishen to be beaten.

She will feel distressed, distressed so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, more scary than injections, Qingqing doesn't want to experience it again.

"Si Shen?" Unexpectedly when the younger son's name appeared from Qingqing's mouth, Fu Heng unexpectedly looked at the elder son, his expression slightly narrowed: "What's the matter?"

"The younger brother..." Fu Sijin is not a good elder brother who is considerate of his younger brother, and the things Fu Sijin said obviously owe him, and Fu Sijin owes him even to cover up.

Of course, he would not deliberately add fuel and jealousy, just objectively expound the facts.

But this also made Fu Heng angry.

"Sure enough, we are too used to him." So that the youngest son is so big and immature.

Not even an individual can learn it.

"Uncle, don't be angry, Qingqing is afraid."

Qingqing's timid little milky voice recalled Fu Heng's sanity. He reduced his anger in an instant and changed into a gentle appearance: "Qingqing will give you an injection, and then uncle will pick you up, okay?"