C6 Your Father Is a Son of a B Tch

The two of them have already walked across the road, the red lights on the other side of the zebra line lit up, the cars drove through, the screeching of the car.

Fu Xirui's voice only traveled two to three meters before it stopped abruptly. It was blocked by the invisible barrier that the cars were moving towards.

They were too far away, and Fu Mo could not hear any movement at all.

Fu Xirui frowned seriously. He wanted to run back, but he was pulled back by Jian Qingchu forcefully again.

Jian Qingchu looked at him strangely.

"Where did your father come from? Stinking brat, how long has it been since we last met and you have already found yourself a father? Let me tell you, Jian Zhou'an, none of the men in this world are good, and your father is even more a bastard!"

She had a fierce expression, but her hand was tightly holding onto Fu Xirui's, preventing him from being knocked over by passers-by.

Fu Xirui frowned, and his expressionless face was squeezed into a lump.

"My father is not a bastard."

He muttered in a low voice, his face full of dissatisfaction.

He had never liked to talk since he was young, but it was not because of the autism in other people's eyes. He just hated talking, not because he could not talk.

"Little bastard, did you take the wrong medicine today? Your mother is here!" Jian Qingchu stared at him.

Stinking brat, you actually helped that bastard speak up. To think that she would help him so much with a pile of shit and urine!

Thanks to her "gentle and kind" white lotus flower sister, that night a few years ago, she had reported the wrong number of her and Liang Fengzhen's room and made her enter another room by mistake.

Who knew that she would win the prize in one night.

Later, she went to the front desk to check on the person in the room, but found out that the person was a dissolute, dissolute rich second generation.

Coincidentally, the second generation was rich in money to ask for a child. Jian Rourou discovered that she was pregnant and threatened the child, so she had no choice but to bring the child out of the country.

At that time, she had nothing. Fortunately, she met her senior brother and took her and her son in. That was why she had today's her.

"Your father might be lying in some cemetery now..." Recalling the past, Jian Qingchu calculated the time and muttered.

Fu Xirui's wrinkled face could not hold back anymore. He pulled Jian Qingchu's hand hard.

He refused to leave!

"I forbid you to say that about my father!"

Fu Xirui had grown up by Fu Mo's side and had cultivated the aura of his father.

When he was angry for his entire life, his cold little face was filled with coldness.

"Hey! Kid, did you become stronger after going out for a while?" Jian Qingchu turned her head in surprise and saw Fu Xirui angrily lying on the ground. She angrily rolled up her sleeves and tidied up.

How could a little Fu Xirui be a match for Jian Qingchu? A few minutes later, Jian Qingchu clapped her hands in satisfaction.

"Let's go home." Jian Qingchu stopped a taxi and rubbed her son's head.

Fu Xirui's face turned green.

He had actually been spanked! And it was on the street!

"I'm not leaving!"

"Still not leaving?" Jian Qingchu raised her eyebrows. Without saying anything, she grabbed Fu Xirui's collar, opened the car door, and stuffed him into the backseat.

"Stinking brat, you are still too young to fight with your mother!"

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"Pooh... so much dust..."

Opening the door, Jian Qingchu choked and covered her mouth and nose.

"Son, wait a moment. I will go and open the window." Pressing Fu Xirui's head down, Jian Qingchu put down the big and small bags and entered the door.

This was the house that her mother left for her. Before she went abroad, she was pregnant and was not prepared to be snatched away by Liang Fengzhen and Jian Rourou. Later, they changed to a new house and she asked someone to buy the house again.

She did not expect that the house would be so dirty after two years.

"I will clean it up first. Son, bring the vegetables in." Jian Qingchu rolled up her sleeves and cleaned up.

This house could not be moved without cleaning up.

After she finished speaking, Jian Qingchu picked up the tools and started to work.

At the main entrance, Fu Xirui covered his mouth with a look of disgust. Under his tightly furrowed brows, there was a tiredness that could not be concealed.

In the past, he always received luxury cars and never needed to walk much.

Today, he was forcefully dragged by Jian Qingchu to the market to buy vegetables. Not only did his feet hurt from walking, but he also had a stinky smell.

Fu Xirui looked at the big and small bags by his feet and chose to ignore them.

He entered the room and chose a more comfortable sofa to sit on.

An hour later.

Jian Qingchu looked at the brand new house and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Her face was full of relief.

"Son, bring the dishes over. Mommy is making dinner. I will add two drumsticks for you today!"

Jian Qingchu called out to her son. Who knew that there was no movement after a long while.

"You don't want to eat chicken drumsticks anymore, do you? Where did this brat run off to..." Jian Qingchu put her hands on her waist and searched the entire room. Finally, she found Fu Xirui curled up on the sofa in the living room and sleeping.

Her voice gradually lowered.

It was probably because she was really tired that the child was snoring.

Jian Qingchu looked at her "son's" tender little face and her eyes were filled with gentleness. She gently kissed his forehead and gently walked into the kitchen.

Fu Xirui was in a daze and smelled the fragrance of the food. He woke up slowly and found himself sleeping on the sofa with a thin blanket covering his body.

Rubbing his sleeping shoulder, Fu Xirui jumped off the sofa and followed the fragrance.

Finally, he found a busy figure in the kitchen.

Jian Qingchu also found Fu Xirui standing at the kitchen door.

"You're awake? Just in time. Quickly help Mommy get the bowls and chopsticks. It's time to eat."

After busying herself for the whole day, Jian Qingchu had long forgotten about her son's strange behavior. As she carried the soup, she called Fu Xirui.

Fu Xirui touched his flat stomach and looked at the delicious food. He decided to fill his stomach first.

So he silently washed his hands, picked up the chopsticks, and followed behind Jian Qingchu.

At the dining table, Jian Qingchu looked at Fu Xirui eating slowly. She could not help but touch his forehead.

"Son, are you sick? Or are you not feeling well?"

Since when did his son eat so elegantly?

Fu Xirui minded his own business as he ate and ignored her.

He was already sick of the dishes cooked by the chefs at home. He was starving just now and wanted to eat them. He didn't expect that the dishes cooked by this fierce woman were not bad.

While they were talking, Fu Xirui had already finished a bowl of rice leisurely.

This made Jian Qingchu feel relieved.

His appetite was so good, he shouldn't be sick.

Fu Xirui began to eat the second bowl of rice.

"Son, Mommy is going to work tomorrow. Are you going to kindergarten or with Mommy?" Jian Qingchu picked up a drumstick from his bowl and asked.

Fu Xirui looked at the drumstick and subconsciously wanted to put it down!

He had a mysophobia and did not like others to place things in his bowl!

"Hurry up and eat. Didn't you always say you wanted to eat?"

The fierce woman's voice came.

He silently picked up the chicken leg.

He took a bite, but it didn't seem as bad as he had imagined.

He looked at the table full of food in front of him, and the rare gentle expression on the fierce woman's face. He was determined to go home.

Although this house was small and run-down, it was much warmer than the luxurious big house he was used to living in.

"Kindergarten." Fu Xirui replied coldly.

If he went to the company and bumped into that boy again, he would definitely get him back.

He wanted to eat a few more meals cooked by that fierce woman.

He would go back after he had eaten enough.

At night, Jian Qingchu returned to her room after she was busy and exhausted. Just as she laid down, she saw an email notification from her email.

She opened it and the moment she saw the sender, she suddenly sat up from the bed!