The rich family's parents were robbed, and the milk group went crazy for the boss's family

Not to mention Qingqing, even Fu Yueci felt that she looked familiar.

While he was looking at the things on the stall, a masked man squatted down beside him and took a fancy to a pair of black-glazed brown-spotted tea cups.

There are rules in the ghost market. You can look at the goods but not ask about them, and you cannot ask where the goods come from.

The man didn't say anything. He turned the item carefully and skillfully with a light in his hand, and then bargained with the owner after he had checked it out.

Fu Yueci looked at the teacup from the side, his expression becoming increasingly strange.

Afraid that he would let the cat out of the bag if he stayed there, he stood up and left.

After walking a long way away, I looked back at the man who was still bargaining with the stall owner and sighed sincerely.

"No wonder it's called the Ghost Market. There are so many fakes here."

Fu Fengzhao asked him in a deep voice, "How do you know it's fake?"

Fu Yueci said confidently, "Because we have a pair at home, it can't be that we are using fake ones, right?"

He is different from Qingqing. He has a relatively clear understanding of his family's financial resources.

When he mentioned the pair of tea bowls just now, his eyes were filled with reminiscence.

"I remember when Qingqing was taken back by the Xiao family, I wanted to go to the Xiao family's door with a bowl to complain about my misery. I couldn't find a bowl at the time, so I just took a teacup and knocked it against the outside to make a crack. But I used too much force, and it broke in my hand."

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment. Fu Fengzhao felt a little speechless. He pursed his lips and spoke in a subtle voice.

"Why are you such a spendthrift?"

Uncle Niu, who had jumped into the crowd, expressed his strong agreement with this statement.

It's more than just a waste, it's an extreme waste!

Such a good antique was smashed by this prodigal son. Why is the Fu family's way of educating their children so wild?

If he could ever get in front of the master of the family, he would definitely tell him that such a prodigal son cannot stay with the young lady.

With this kind of educational method, the young lady might learn from him when she grows up and smash antiques for fun, right?

Being called a spendthrift, Fu Yueci felt a little innocent.

He didn't know either. No one stopped him when he was smashing it. His grandfather and father were watching in the house, and they didn't move at all. He thought it was worthless.

Why do I suddenly feel a little disenchanted with ghost markets?

Perhaps some of the things here felt too familiar to Qingqing, making her feel like she was back home.

After watching for a long time, she felt a little sleepy. She leaned her head against her brother's body, yawned, and her eyes began to turn red.

"Brother, it's time to go to bed~" she mumbled in a baby voice.

Fu Fengzhao heard it, he stopped and didn't move forward, he lowered his eyes to take a look.

Then he called out to the person walking in front, "Xiaoyue, go back."

The child was still wearing that silly little gray mask on his face, and he wasn't sleeping comfortably at all.

Fu Yueci was not very happy. He had not yet found the priceless treasure left on the stall like in the novel, so how could he go back like this?

So he walked back and encouraged Qingqing, "Don't sleep with your sister yet. Wait until I find the treasure and exchange it for money to buy you delicious food."

The little girl was not interested at all. She subconsciously wanted to bury her face in the arms of the person holding her, but she was blocked by the hard mask. The big eyes hidden under the mask were quickly covered with a layer of mist.

"I don't want to eat~"

She just wants to sleep now and snuggle into her mother's arms.

Fu Yueci read the whole thing and replied randomly, "Okay, okay, let's have some strawberry cake, right?"

The little dumpling was still too good-tempered, lying softly on Fu Fengzhao without moving.

"If the child is really sleepy, he can fall asleep anywhere." Fu Yueci said in a very annoying way.

"If it weren't for me, Qingqing might never have fallen asleep in such a difficult environment in her life."

Fu Fengzhao had a blank expression on his face: "...are you talking like a human being?"

Uncle Niu, who was following them, agreed even more.

Yes, yes, is that human language?

The more he looked at Fu Yueci, the more he disliked him. This man was too hateful. Not only did he smash the antiques, but he also didn't let the young lady sleep. How could there be someone in the world who would bully children like this!

This is too unreliable. The young lady has suffered all the hardships she has never experienced in her life by being with this man.

Uncle Niu touched his earphones and whispered to the person on the other end of the communicator, "Let our people in front find a way to stop Red Wolf, give him a good thing, and make him leave quickly."

After receiving the news, the people below hurried over to make arrangements.

Then, immediately afterwards, a few more things appeared silently in front of a small stall.

This boss was not as calm as the boss next door. He kept stretching his head to look back, as if he was waiting for someone, looking very restless.

In addition to these, there was a box covered with black cloth behind his stool. After waiting for a long time, I finally saw the "Red Wolf" coming over.

When the boss was about to pile up all the goodies, "Red Wolf" was attracted away by the stall next door.

With that agile and sharp figure, those who didn't know would think they had discovered a great treasure. As a result, they rushed to the stall and took out something that was obviously fake to ask the price.

Even though the light was dim, based on his intuition gained from working in this business for a long time, he knew that the thing was most likely fake.

This kind of thing won’t end up being brought back to the Xiao family, right?

How is this possible?

The boss was afraid that the young master, who knew nothing, would buy the thing in a fit of impulsiveness, so he racked his brains to create some noise.

Just as he thought, Fu Yueci was ready to buy it, but the clanging sounds nearby drew his attention away.

He was still holding the item in his hand that he was about to ask the price of. He paused for a long time, hesitating between the two sides for a while. He felt that the jingling sound next to him seemed more interesting, so he put down the thing in his hand and walked over without any concentration.

The boss breathed a sigh of relief. When "Red Wolf" was looking at the things on the stall, he looked up from time to time at the little dumpling who was lying there sleeping.

This is the lady.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the only time in my life that I will be so close to a lady. I have to take a few more glances at her.