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

The next day.

The little girl, dressed very festively, got into the car happily and sat next to Mr. Fu.

It was half past nine when we left the house, which was a bit late.

Yesterday, the couple from the first house called him and said they hoped he could come over earlier today.

But Mr. Fu thought about Qingqing's usual wake-up time and didn't agree.

He was reluctant to pull his granddaughter out of bed, so he asked Fu Fengzhao to go over and help early.

Zhao Zhao packed up and went to the hotel at seven o'clock, and he was reluctant to pick up Qing Qing until half past nine.

There is no need to rush, just go there before noon. If you go early, you will have more free time.

The location is a top-notch hotel with romance as its main theme. The venue is decorated in the utmost luxury. The moment you enter, Qingqing doesn't know where to look.

The hall was covered with flowers and crystals.

There were many people at the venue, coming and going.

Fu Fengzhao, who arrived two and a half hours earlier than the grandfather and grandson, saw them first and walked towards them through the crowd.

"Grandpa, Qingqing." He stopped beside the two of them and led the way. "Uncle and Uncle Ji are waiting for you inside."

The engagement party starts welcoming guests at 5pm, so it’s still early.

Apart from various staff members and venue designers, the only people who came to the hotel at present were from the Fu family and the Ji family.

"Grandpa!" someone shouted from behind.

It was Fu Qiaoxi. She walked over with a boy, with a faint smile and bright eyes.

When he got closer, he saw the short Qingqing and was a little surprised. "Grandpa, you brought your sister Qingqing with you."

She is the protagonist today. She got up early in the morning and asked the styling team to carefully put on her makeup. Her style is a little different from her usual gentle big sister style, and her makeup is brighter.

She smiled and introduced the people around her to Mr. Fu, "Grandpa, this is Ji Qingyue."

He is Qiao Xi’s fiancé.

Old Master Fu turned to look at him, the way he looked at his grandson-in-law, and naturally his eyes were much sharper and more critical than usual.

Only the person involved can feel that faint but significant sense of oppression.

Ji Qingyue, despite the pressure, greeted him, "Hello, Grandpa Fu, I'm Qiao Xi's boyfriend."

The old man had known about their relationship for a long time, but this was the first time they met face to face.

He was not close to the Ji family, but thinking about how much the first wife and her husband, who loved their daughter dearly, valued Qiao Xi, he knew that if the boy had bad character, they would never marry Qiao Xi to them, so he didn't need to worry about it.

Now that Mr. Fu looks at it this way, it is indeed possible.

His facial features are regular and his eyes are clear.

He nodded lightly, and Ji Qingyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Fu Qiaoxi stood beside him, with the corners of her lips raised, and said with concern, "Grandpa, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you now?"

Hearing her voice, Mr. Fu's expression softened a little, no longer as serious as before, and he smiled.

"By the way, Grandpa, my parents and Uncle Ji are still waiting for you. Let's go there first."

She thought it through and looked at Qingqing, suggesting, "Let Sister Qingqing play with Wanwan and the others for a while, and then invite them over for dinner after we're done discussing things, okay?"

Mr. Fu touched the little girl's hair lovingly and asked, "Go play with your sisters for a while. Chatting in the house is too boring. I'm afraid you can't sit still."

"Uh-huh!"

Seeing the little girl nod, he felt relieved and let Fu Fengzhao carry Qingqing away, while he followed Fu Qiaoxi into the tea room.

I asked someone on the way and found out that Fu Wanwan had gone to the handicraft workshop.

This is an art gallery. The outside of the greenhouse is full of flowers, and behind the glass door, a florist is busy arranging flowers.

Diagonally opposite was an aromatherapy candle shop. Fu Fengzhao stopped at the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door with his knuckles.

Soon, the door was opened and a fragrant smell filled the air.

The bright candles inside attracted the little girl's attention. She exclaimed, her eyes shining.

Fu Fengzhao lowered his head and saw the pair of bright eyes. His indifferent eyes melted a little. "Can I play here?"

The little girl nodded, very happy.

Children of this age just love to play with new things and you can’t stop them.

Fu Fengzhao wanted to go back, and seeing that Qingqing liked it, he handed her over to the handicraft teacher who opened the door.

The teacher was very surprised and carried her in, and her voice became much softer involuntarily.

"So cute, sister will take you in to play."

"Thank you sister."

Hearing the polite voice of the child, Fu Wanwan, who was pouring wax into the mold, turned around to take a look. The next moment, her hands trembled and her head was buzzing.

"Why is she here?" she asked the handicraft teacher.

"Master Fu asked me to bring him in and ask you to help look after him."

Fu Wanwan even looked behind the teacher, but didn't see any of the four people.

What's going on? Those kids used to be inseparable from her, so why are they willing to let her help take care of the kids?

"Fine……"

She stood up and pulled a stool next to her.

After a while, the teacher went out to do something, and they were the only two people left in the workshop. Fu Wanwan cut the wax base into small pieces and heated them in a cup over water.

She dropped two drops of essential oil into it, and the fragrance spread instantly.

Then find a container you like.

When I turned around, I heard the baby's sweet voice, "It smells so good~"

The radar in Fu Wanwan's mind suddenly sounded, and she quickly turned around, fearing that something terrible would happen if she was a second late.

She told the child seriously, "You can't drink it, no matter how fragrant it is, you can't drink it, this is not for drinking."

Qingqing looked up at her blankly. After staring at each other for two seconds, she looked away and looked at the orange candles that Fu Wanwan had made ten minutes ago.

Plump and very realistic.

The little girl pointed at the yellow orange, her eyes sparkling with little stars, and said softly, "Sister, this looks like a real orange."

She was smart enough to know that these were all fake.

But Fu Wanwan didn't know what was going on in her little head. When she heard these words suddenly, she felt like she was facing a great enemy and thought Qingqing wanted to eat.

He quickly walked over, took the orange in his hand, and placed it somewhere high, out of reach of children. His expression looked a little unnatural when he spoke.

"If you're hungry, tell me. Don't eat secretly."

Important things should be said three times: "Be sure to tell me when you are hungry."

"Don't eat secretly!"