The wealthy mother's mind was read, and the villain's family collapsed

Shu Ning stopped the man who was about to turn around and go downstairs, and stared at him with her clear almond eyes.

"Honey, what's wrong with you? Is there something on my face?"

Fu Suicheng looked back as if nothing had happened, and there was nothing abnormal about his reaction.

[Old man, you are the most handsome man in the world. You are so handsome! No wonder I fell in love with you in the first place...]

Shu Ning knew that Fu Suicheng was a hypocrite who loved to hear nice words, especially when they came from her. It was impossible for a man to not smile after hearing sweet words!

If Fu Suicheng had a tail, it would have shaken it long ago when faced with such a sugar-coated bullet. His heart was so happy that he wanted to respond, but at this moment he could only try his best to suppress the corners of his mouth.

"Wife, have you missed me after not seeing me for so long?"

After the two looked at each other "affectionately" for twenty seconds, Fu Suicheng felt that he was about to be exposed, so he raised his eyebrows, put his arms around Shu Ning's waist and held her in his arms, leaning over to kiss her.

[Eh! It's the same old frivolous guy who is so disgusting and clingy. What does he know? Telepathy? I really overestimate him! Hurry up and get up!]

Shu Ning was confused by Fu Suicheng's greasy behavior and felt that the telepathy that just flashed by was ridiculous. It turned out that she had read too many novels recently!

After she finished her silent complaints, she forcefully pried open the claws on her waist, not wanting to stay there for even a moment. However, when she turned around, she was still kissed by Fu Suicheng, who had the domineering personality, and she was dizzy. She had no choice but to go back to her room to tidy up her appearance before seeing the children. Fu Suicheng could afford to lose face, but she couldn't!

[What is the old man doing leaning against the door? There is a lipstick mark on his lips and he didn't even bother to wipe it off. Is he planning to embarrass himself later?]

Shu Ning came out from the door, picked up a piece of paper and rubbed his mouth vigorously, more like waiting for an opportunity for revenge.

Fu Ninglan and her siblings saw their mother coming down the stairs with a dull face, while their father, who followed beside her, looked refreshed, with a smile in his eyes when he looked at them. They couldn't help but marvel at it and lamented that only Ms. Shu could soothe the fire-breathing dragon in their family. Several adult children saw that their father had broken skin on his mouth, and they tacitly understood and said nothing. The little ones didn't pay attention to these and ran up to hug their mother's thighs, asking her to play the basketball game with them.

The first floor was set up like an indoor playground. Shu Ning hadn't played these games in years. It was a chance to keep the kid company and relax herself. However, she didn't expect that she wasn't as good at shooting basketball as the kid.

"Xixi, your dad is really good at this, how about asking him to play with you?"

Shu Ning thought that the relationship between mother and son and mother and daughter in their family was very harmonious, but there was almost no communication between the father and son and father and daughter. Especially the five-year-old baby needed the company of both parents. These few days were just right for Fu Suicheng to experience taking care of a baby.

"But Dad doesn't like..."

In fact, the little boy didn't want to play with his father and only wanted his mother to accompany him. At this time, he looked hesitant and looked at his father with his clear big eyes, trying to make him refuse.

"Since your mother has spoken, I will reluctantly play with you for a while."

Fu Suicheng had been watching the interaction between the mother and son. He waited until Shu Ning finally remembered him, so he naturally stepped forward to perform. He was wearing casual clothes, with short sleeves showing his strong arms. He held a basketball in one hand and the other hand lifted the kid who was still clinging to his wife. He shot the basketball into the basket one after another, which was dazzling. In just a few minutes, he broke the kid's record.

Fu Ningxi is a competitive kid, he was reluctant at first, but after seeing how capable his father is, he now only wants to surpass him.

"Dad, I'll do it."

The little boy tried to grab the basketball from his father, but he couldn't get it no matter how high he jumped, so he simply climbed up his long legs and pulled his pants. Fu Suicheng thought he was in the way, so he hugged him with one hand and stuffed the basketball into his arms. The little boy didn't even think about getting down after getting the basketball, but sat steadily in his father's arms, holding the basketball with his two little hands and heading towards the basket.

Shu Ning watched from the side as the little boy and his father worked in perfect harmony, one shooting and the other picking up the ball, with almost no pause in between. Of course, Fu Suicheng had no difficulty holding the little boy who had to throw his whole body every time he threw the ball. It must be said that being a father is also very important. If it were her, she would never be able to play happily with the little boy like this.

[So, as a father, you can’t just sit there and do nothing. Now the father and son are getting along pretty well, aren’t they? How happy is our good boy? ]

When the father and son heard this, their eyes met when they passed the basketball, and they found that they both had smiles on their faces, especially the little boy, whose almond-shaped eyes were curved and his curly bangs were soaked with sweat.

"Okay, everything should be done in moderation."

Fu Suicheng was always unable to say anything affectionate. He was obviously worried that his youngest son would sweat too much and get tired or even catch a cold, but the words he said were so stiff. He threw the basketball to the ball storage area nearby, put it on the little boy and wiped his forehead with his big hand. He found that he was sweating too much, and Shu Ning happened to hand him two towels.

[Why are you looking at me? Aren't you worried that Xixi might catch a cold? Why don't you wipe him quickly? ]

"Thank you dad."

The little boy tilted his face up and closed his eyes, waiting for his father to wipe his face. Fu Suicheng's hand holding the towel paused for a while, then he took the towel and covered the boy's head with it. He wiped it casually a few times at first, then noticed Shu Ning's gratified look, and then he slowed down his movements and carefully wiped his son's face, who looked very happy.

"Dad, I want one too!"

Fu Ninglan had just been jumping on the dance machine for nearly an hour, her T-shirt was almost soaked, and she was about to go back to her room to take a shower. After seeing this scene, she couldn't help but go forward to join in the fun.

He imitated the same movements as the little kid, and since he was about the same height as his old father, he took a standard horse stance.

At this time, the little boy with a clear face opened his eyes. Fu Suicheng saw that his face looked like his wife, and his fatherly heart really grew. But when he saw the rebellious son next to him who looked almost exactly like him, pouting and blinking his eyes to act coquettishly, his eyes, which had just softened a little, suddenly became cold and he wanted to kick him out.

"Mom, why did my dad's eyes change? I feel like he wants to kick me, what should I do? My dad has never wiped my face or said a word of encouragement since I was a child. Sigh! I don't know what other people's fathers are like. I don't know if I will have the chance to experience it..."

Fu Ninglan's words were like a poke at his old father's lungs. Before he could finish his words, Fu Suicheng grabbed a rag from the side and smeared it on his face. He did wipe his face, but it was a wild way of wiping. If Fu Ninglan wasn't thick-skinned, his skin would have been broken.

[Damn, Erbao, are you okay? That rag seems to have been used to wipe the milk stains on the table...]