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

Seeing the old man's burning eyes, Fu Huating seemed to realize something.

He glanced at the soft and cute little ball in his arms, tightened his arms, and his smile paused for a moment.

Grandpa wouldn’t be thinking about his tigers and leopards, would he?

I thought about the things I saw when I went to Hushan two years ago, and compared them with Meibao's size.

This kid is not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

Even if you are thrown into a tiger's mouth, you can still live in a one-bedroom apartment.

In recent years, fewer and fewer people are willing to accompany him to Hushan. He is old and can no longer walk, so he is eager to find someone to inherit Hushan.

Every time there was a family gathering, he would silently review his plans in his mind.

I didn't expect that he would try any possible means to cure his illness and even resort to all means to treat his three-year-old child.

No, he would talk to his father when he got back and ask him to watch the baby carefully during the few days he stayed at the old house, so that grandpa wouldn't secretly take him away.

Fu Huating quietly dodged to the side, a faint smile appearing on her delicate face.

"Grandpa, I'm going to persuade my dad. Remember to take a nap later."

"go Go."

Mr. Fu didn't notice the change in his expression at all and simply waved his hand.

When Fu Huating carried Qingqing back to their yard, he happened to meet Fu Yueci coming out of the house with a grin on his face.

His legs were so stiff that he almost had to move slowly, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

His butt was very painful, but it was not nice to cover it, so he could only move to his room in this weird posture.

If the people from the third room saw this, they would probably laugh at him to death.

Fu Yueci would rather be beaten again than let them make a fool of themselves.

When Fu Huating saw his zombie-like posture, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Dad hit you so hard?"

Fu Yueci hissed, and his youthful and handsome face was distorted like the male lead in the current domestic ancient costume dramas, and his appearance plummeted.

He said weakly, "That's still considered good. If Third Brother hadn't held his arm and begged for mercy, he would have beaten me to death today."

It makes me angry just thinking about it. Who is spreading rumors all over the yard, saying that Qingqing was poisoned to death by a venomous snake?

If his father hadn't been frightened by this rumor, he would never have been so cruel!

"What's wrong, brother?"

Xiao Qingqing looked at Fu Huating for a long time over his shoulder, with some worry in her soft and cute voice.

When Fu Yueci saw the little girl's concerned expression, he felt a little comforted.

He forced a smile and said, "Brother, I'm fine. I just fell down the stairs."

He absolutely couldn't tell anyone about the beating, as it would damage his image in his sister's mind.

"Oh~" the little guy believed it.

She blinked and suddenly wanted to share it with her brother.

"Brother, the flower vine was left behind. Grandpa said he would find someone to save it~"

"hiss--"

When Fu Yueci heard the word "flower vine", he felt his butt hurt even more and he gasped.

Damn unlucky flower vine, I don’t want to hear these two words again in my life!

He covered his buttocks and walked away with a distorted expression.

Inside the house, before Fu Huating carried Qingqing in, the two people inside were talking.

Fu Xueji poured tea and handed it to Fu Sihuai. Seeing that he still had a gloomy face, he persuaded him softly.

"Dad, calm down. The old house has always been safe. Xiao Ci never thought a poisonous snake would come in."

Fu Sihuai nodded, his expression slightly relaxed.

Fu Xueji sat across from him and asked tentatively, "Dad, do you think the appearance of this snake is unreasonable? It shouldn't have gotten in accidentally."

This sentence hits the nail on the head. This is also what Fu Sihuai is most worried about.

Snakes have a keen sense of smell. If they run to the old house even though they are seriously injured, it means that they smell something here that can save them.

I heard that Qingqing lifted it up from the ground and dragged it into the pavilion by its tail. Even though its life was threatened and it was in such a painful state, it didn't open its mouth to bite Qingqing. Its purpose was obvious.

This creature's brain is not that complicated. It probably wants to find Qingqing and ask her to save it.

While they were talking, Fu Huating walked in holding Qingqing.

When he saw that Fu Sihuai's expression was normal, he knew that Xiaoxue had just flattered him.

"Dad~"

Qingqing leaned out her upper body in his arms and opened her arms for Fu Sihuai to hold her.

Fu Huating let go of her hand, and the little girl fell into Fu Sihuai's arms.

Two dimples appeared on her chubby face, and she smiled like a little fool.

Fu Sihuai looked helpless and rubbed her little head.

What a bold little fool! I'm afraid he still doesn't know what he just pinched.

After Fu Hua put Qingqing down, her eyes were attracted by Fu Xueji who was sitting next to her.

"Xiaoxue, are you feeling better?" It was as if there was a magnet over there attracting him, and he couldn't help but walk over.

Fu Xueji pursed her lips and smiled, with a little powder on her delicate white lips, and she looked much healthier.

"I'm much better, second brother."

Fu Huating followed him, and after chatting for a few words, he suddenly felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.

He really couldn't remember, so he didn't care and went upstairs with Fu Xueji.

...

The next day it was sunny.

With the support of the housekeeper, Mr. Fu staggered towards where Qingqing was.

After entering the yard, he wandered around the living room but couldn't find anyone.

No one.

The old man was about to call for help when he suddenly heard voices upstairs.

He and the housekeeper exchanged a glance, then stood at the door and looked upstairs. It turned out that Fu Sihuai was making a phone call by the fence on the second floor.

They stood below and listened quietly for a while.

When he heard words like "apprenticeship banquet", "dear", and "professor", Mr. Fu frowned tightly.

He thought he had misheard, so he asked the butler beside him, "What is he saying?"

The housekeeper reported what he had heard truthfully: "It seems he was saying that he had found a teacher for Miss Qingqing and was planning a banquet to welcome her."

"Why is he looking for a teacher when he's only three years old?" The old man was a little displeased.

"Etiquette, maybe."

Not sure, let me listen a little longer.

upstairs.

Fu Sihuai was really having a headache. He didn't want to offend Professor Tan, but he still had to try his best to get it done.

Ever since the bodyguard told him the name of the restaurant, he felt like there was a thorn in his heart, and he felt uncomfortable all over whenever he thought about it.

He was currently discussing with Tan Hongru very patiently, "Professor Tan, can I choose the location for this apprenticeship banquet?"

He was so obsessed with the location of the apprenticeship banquet that Tan Hongru was confused at first, but now he suddenly understood.

Good man, I’m afraid you are complaining that he made a bad choice.

The old man snorted unhappily and made his decision in a few words, leaving no room for rebuttal.

"You think the place I chose isn't grand enough and it's embarrassing for you rich people? No, just go with the place I booked. Just bring your little foodie and come on time tomorrow."

Fu Sihuai's head hurt even more and his face looked bad. He was about to say something to save the situation, but the other party didn't give him any chance at all.

"Okay, okay, it's settled. I have something else to do, so I'll hang up first."

As soon as the words fell, the cell phone was hung up.

Fu Sihuai felt that the thorn in his heart had pierced even deeper.

He opened the note in his hand and looked at the name of the restaurant on it again. His face, which usually remained calm even in the face of crisis, became complicated.

How could he be so embarrassed?

I put away my phone and looked down, and saw two old men having fun in the yard.

Even more cramped.

Old Master Fu was still confused. He only knew that it seemed like they were going to hold a banquet for Miss Qing to become her apprentice.

He never interfered in the education of his children, but things were different now.

He had selfish motives and wanted to take Qing girl to Tiger Mountain to take a look. This time he came to discuss it with Fu Sihuai.

Now when I heard him say that he wanted to find a disciple for his child, I naturally felt a sense of crisis.

Seeing Fu Sihuai coming down from upstairs, he hurriedly walked in with the housekeeper.

"What kind of teacher did you find for Qing girl, a teacher?" He started asking before even sitting down on the chair.

Fu Sihuai knew of his existence and knew that he had eavesdropped a lot, so he was not surprised to be questioned at this time.

He slowly brewed his tea and replied calmly without even looking up, "I'm a flower grower."

"Growing flowers?"

When he heard these two words, the image of old man Gu next door growing flowers flashed through his mind.

Mr. Fu frowned and sneered at this hobby.

"What's so hard to learn about growing flowers? Just pinch the stem and stick it in the soil and it'll grow."

Fu Sihuai slowly placed the cup of tea in front of him and handed a cup to the butler.

The butler was flattered and quickly took it with both hands, "Hey, thank you, Fourth Master."

No one paid attention to what Mr. Fu said just now, and he was a little unhappy.

"I'm asking you a question. I just heard you talking about the apprenticeship banquet. Is it the location that's not right?"

Fu Sihuai lowered his eyes and hummed softly.

The old man had heard a lot.

He didn't notice when he came in.

"Where?" Mr. Fu asked.

Fu Sihuai said calmly, "It's the Xu Family Restaurant."

After he finished speaking, Mr. Fu was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed at him mercilessly.

"You chose such a place for your apprenticeship banquet. Don't say you are from the Fu family when you go out."

Fu Sihuai took a sip of tea, his eyelashes trembling slightly. He was being ridiculed but his heart was calm.

"What kind of messed up person are you looking for?" After complaining, Mr. Fu suddenly felt that the vague sense of crisis in him disappeared.

He had just thought that this person would be his competitor, but now it seems that he is totally unqualified.

He took a sip of tea in a happy mood, his mouth full of fragrance.

Not bad, not bad, it tastes great.

"Okay, listen to me, don't go learn how to grow flowers. There's nothing to learn about growing flowers."

Mr. Fu put down his teacup with disdain.

"It's just a simple matter of digging a hole, planting a seedling, covering it with soil, and stamping it twice. Why do you need a teacher for such a simple task? There's nothing to teach."