The boss has only one son for three generations. After rebirth, I have three babies.

The sudden action made Fu Mingchen, who was about to resist, yell in panic. Then he hurriedly took out a small and exquisite mirror and a mini comb from his shirt pocket and began to comb out the part that had just been messed up.

"Oh, Dad, how could you do this? Don't you know this style is popular now? Actors on the big screen all love this hairstyle. I went to the most fashionable shop in the city center and spent a full 500 yuan just to get this look! You're just wasting money with this careless move..."

I saw him mumbling non-stop.

Faced with a son who never grew up, Mr. Fu could only sigh helplessly and continue, "Well, I don't want to get involved too much with that trendy clothing brand you're working on. But I hope you can plan for yourself and have clear goals to pursue, instead of just thinking about how to amuse or tease your older brother all day. Besides, you're already at the prime age for marriage, and I can't wait until you're thirty to resolve this matter. So I suggest that you settle this lifelong event as soon as possible within the next two years."

The whole sentence is heavy and meaningful.

Speaking of this, Mr. Fu couldn't help but recall the little things that happened to his family over the years, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.

Because he knew that there were only these three children in the entire Fu family, and each of them was his most cherished one.

I had hoped that my children would get married, have their own families, and have many grandchildren, and that they would help take care of these small families and bring comfort to my late wife.

The old man’s wish is simple and beautiful, but the twists and turns of life are always unexpected.

I originally thought that my three children had grown up and reached the age of getting married and having children, and should naturally complete these major life events.

However, things did not go as smoothly as he had imagined.

Unexpectedly, none of these three children were willing to get married early.

This idea had been lingering in his mind for a long time, and it was always mentioned when he chatted with old friends, which cast a faint shadow on his heart.

It doesn’t matter that Fu Yanlin never mentioned marriage at work.

After all, it is a personal choice, and he is still young and has enough time to think about it.

Now Mingchen and Mingze are almost of marriageable age, but no one is in a hurry.

This made the old man a little anxious, and he even began to doubt whether his expectations were too urgent.

Qiao Jin raised her eyebrows, as if trying to hide her complicated emotions. She took the initiative to pick up the wine glass and took a sip. She whispered to Fu Yanlin, "I'll just drink less, not more."

His tone showed gratitude for Fu Yanlin's care, but also a hint of stubbornness.

She actually knew very well that the stomachache was just an excuse for not wanting to drink more.

But she didn't want to let people around her worry about her anymore, so she could only hide this thought in the deepest part of her heart and didn't want to show it to others easily.

When Fu Yanlin saw Qiao Jin swallowing the white wine with difficulty, he immediately noticed her frown and painful expression. He felt so distressed that he took the cup and replaced it with warm boiled water and handed it to her.

"We don't have to drink alcohol, drinking water will do the same. Don't force yourself, your health is the most important thing."

Although this sentence is simple, it is full of warmth and care, making it very heartwarming to listen to.

Zheng Lulu's eyes as she stared at the interaction between the two gradually became a little subtle, from initial confusion to a hint of amusement at the end, as if she had realized some unspeakable truth from it.

But then I thought, Qiao Jin only took a small sip and didn't really drink a lot of alcohol, so the impact probably wouldn't be particularly serious, right?

When his eyes fell on Hu Ping on the other side, he found that he was enjoying a bottle of expensive Moutai liquor with great relish. After drinking half a glass, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Uncle Fu, this Moutai is really of excellent quality. It's smooth and mellow, and the aftertaste is endless! If I sell it on the market, I guess it will fetch a very high price, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone around them couldn't help but look at them sideways.

After hearing his son's friend's question, the old man smiled and replied, "Wine is bought to be enjoyed by people. How can it be sold?"

His tone was calm and unhurried, and it was obvious that he did not feel any discomfort or dissatisfaction because of such an assumption. On the contrary, he explained patiently as if he was talking to a junior.

At this time, Hu Ping had secretly torn off the trademark label on the bottle while everyone was chatting and put it in his pocket.

This move is obviously to better understand the specific price trends of similar high-end wines on the market in the future.

Once you have the means, reselling a batch of such precious wines is definitely a lucrative business.

Fu Yanlin saw Hu Ping's little tricks clearly, but out of courtesy and not wanting to ruin the atmosphere, he had no intention of exposing all these conspiracies for the time being.

After a while, the guests present were chatting with each other, and the topic had changed several times. Just when everyone was immersed in laughter, Qiao Jin suddenly realized that he needed to go to the bathroom.

At the same time, Hu Ping also burped a few times, stood up shakily, and his body seemed a little unstable.

While burping, he slowly moved towards the toilet.

Fu Yanlin deliberately raised his voice and reminded: "The bathroom is over there, don't get confused and go into the wrong room."

There was a hint of concern and caution in his tone.

Qiao Jin followed the arrangement and went to the bathroom on the second floor, while the bathroom on the first floor was left for the guests to use, so as to avoid unnecessary encounters that might cause embarrassment or inconvenience.

Seeing Qiao Jin's figure disappear at the end of the stairs, Hu Ping also left the living room. This action made Fu Hanshen feel uneasy and his brows furrowed.

Mingchen seemed to notice his brother's change of mood. He gently patted Fu Yanlin's shoulders and back, trying to comfort him: "Brother, relax. We are all having a party at home. There is nothing to worry about."

Fu Yanlin nodded slightly, but didn't say anything. He just looked towards the door with a complicated look, his eyes revealing indescribable emotional fluctuations.

On the other side, Zheng Lulu quietly watched Hu Ping's figure gradually disappearing into the distance, thinking about something in her mind.

She knew that when Miss Qiao returned, the effect of her little action would be apparent.

Hu Ping stumbled to the bathroom door and almost fell.

Facing the facilities in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's great to be rich! If I were to live in a toilet in the countryside, I would have to endure mosquito bites."