Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Fu Zhiyan was indeed unhappy, and very unhappy, very unhappy. As soon as he thought of her thinking about other men, his chest was inexplicably blocked, and he was very irritable. Along the way, his face was icy, and even Feng Yaqin could see that he was in a bad mood. Quietly asked Han Xiaoye what happened.

  Han Xiaoye was even more depressed, she didn't know what was wrong, she just asked some gossip, and Fu Zhiyan dumped her face for so long as if she was sick.

   So she said angrily, "I don't know, menopause is coming soon."

   Her voice was not low, and the man who was pushing Fu Xiaojiu not far ahead just heard it. Immediately, his face became even more stinky, and the air-conditioning in the elevator was whizzing like a refrigerator.

   Kitten Fu looked at his own father, and then at his mother, who didn't take his father's tantrums seriously. He decisively held his mother's hand and stood in line.

   The song sings well, only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure. I didn't sing that only my father is good in the world, and a child with a father is like a treasure. It can be seen that mixing with my father has no future at all. Besides, Fu Zhiyan threatened him two days ago, and he took revenge.

  Fu Kitten rolled his eyes and raised his head innocently, "Mummy, what is menopause?"

   "When you are close to 40 years old, your body and mind are aging at the same time, so this period of anxiety is called menopause."

  Han Xiaoye knew that Fu Zhiyan could hear it and explained it deliberately.

   Sure enough, the cold air in Siberia is even colder, and it is so cold that it is whistling! She pinched her neck, like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

  Cold is cold!

   It was he who put on his face inexplicably first, and she didn't say anything, and he got angry. Why should he let him go every time he gets angry? She was also upset because the little monkey was weaned! Why didn't he coax him to let him go?

  Feng Yaqin hurriedly rounded up the situation, "Oh, don't stand here, let's go up. Nan Qing, let's go, let's go up together, I'll make tea for you."

   "Okay. Thank you Aunt Feng." Except for his face blindness and his love of ad milk, Sinanqing is an elegant gentleman and absolutely perfect.

   "Let's go, let's go. I'll push you." Feng Yaqin has always been distressed that Sinanqing had an accident at a young age, which resulted in him being confined to a wheelchair, so he actively pushed him into the elevator.

  Han Xiaoye followed, and the little elevator was suddenly full of people.

   As soon as she entered, she spontaneously stood in the other corner farthest away from Fu Zhiyan, pulled Kitty Fu, resolutely not talking, not looking for topics.

  Si Nanqing was even less likely to find a topic, and sat quietly in his wheelchair, as if he didn't notice the awkward atmosphere at all.

  Feng Yaqin wanted to find a topic, but didn't think of it for a while.

  Fu Xiaoyao watched his own father's good show happily, and didn't even think about helping him find a topic. The elevator reached the 13th floor in silence. As soon as he got out of the elevator, Feng Yaqin hurriedly opened the door.

   "Stop talking, you make a glass of milk for Jiujiu, she should be hungry."

"Yep."

   "Where is the milk, do you know?" Feng Yaqin said while changing shoes, worried.

  Fu Zhiyan nodded, "I know."

   After saying that, he carried Fu Xiaojiu, who had not woken up yet, into the bedroom.

   As soon as he entered, Feng Yaqin turned around quickly, not knowing whether to be angry or to laugh, dragged Han Xiaoye into the living room, "Girl Xiaoye, why are you angry with him again?"

"It's not because I asked him..." Han Xiaoye almost blurted out, but fortunately he saw Si Nanqing who came in with him, and was stunned, "I asked him a question, which is a very common and ordinary kind of parental gossip. He All of a sudden, I got excited, and I was inexplicably scolded for a while, and even started to slap me in the face when I got out of the car. Mommy, do you think I am depressed or not. I still haven't figured out why he suddenly rushed I'm on fire."

   "So you deliberately said that he was about to go into menopause?" Feng Yaqin half-smiled, seeing all the little things she did when she saw Si Nanqing, she could probably guess what gossip she was talking about.

   "He's already approaching menopause... It's not menopause, why is he so irritable?" Han Xiaoye muttered, not in a good mood.

"You."

   Feng Yaqin shook her head and glanced at her.

   "It's not that you don't know his temper, and you deliberately stepped on him to hurt his feet."

   Fu Er doesn't like others to mention his age. It's not because he cares about the age difference between him and Ono girl, but Ono girl doesn't think so, and she specifically brought it up today. It is estimated that Fu Er is about to be depressed now. But it's okay, that stinky stone with low emotional intelligence should sometimes be abused, so as not to learn from a certain man all day long, and just like to pretend to be cool with a cold face.

  Feng Yaqin figured it out, but instead of talking about Han Xiaoye, she pushed Sinanqing in.

   "I'll make you tea, you wait a while."

   "Twilight, have you finished your homework? Go and finish your homework before you finish playing."

   Kitten Fu was already sitting on the sofa, stuffed a grape in his mouth, and didn't care, "I've already finished writing it."

   The first grade homework questions are so simple, what 12+2=? , these questions completely question his IQ.

  The grapes are the best ones that Feng Yaqin bought in the shopping mall. They are sweet and sour, and they are very comfortable to eat. Fu Kitten ate two in a row, and was about to eat the third one when Han Xiaoye patted his hand away, "You can't eat grapes without washing them. If you want to eat them, I'll wash some for you. After washing them, eat them."

   Kitten Fu spat out a piece of grape skin and took out a bunch from it. Dengdeng ran to the kitchen, "I wash it myself, Mommy, sit and rest."

   After a while, he washed a plate of grapes and took out two bottles of milk from the refrigerator. The little adult handed one of the bottles to Sinanqing, "Uncle Nanqing, here it is."

  “…”

   This little guy usually has a different attitude towards Qin Fang. Why does she think that Fu Kitten seems to be very polite to Sinanqing?

   "Thank you." Sinanqing didn't think there was anything wrong with drinking milk with a little guy who was over 6 years old. He stretched out his fair and slender hand because he didn't bask in the sun all the year round, and took the milk.

  Fu Kitten was attentive and handed the straw over, "Here, just put it in and drink it."

"Um."

   A large and a small handful of habits were inserted into the milk, and they drank in unison. Kitty Fu ate a lot of vegetables at night, but didn't drink much water, and his mouth was thirsty. He drank half of it in one breath, then narrowed his eyes comfortably, put the milk on the table, and greeted the man opposite enthusiastically, "Uncle Nanqing, eat grapes, the grapes my grandma bought are sweet, I just tried them. Two, delicious. These are all washed by me, you can try them."

  Emma!

   Han Xiaoye's eyes straightened.