Little wolf dog, he always wants a divorce

"Uncle, be careful!"

"I know, I have a measure..."

Xie Jiacheng was sitting on the sofa, and the Fu family uncle in front of him was holding on to the wall, moving two steps in small steps, while his brother Xie Jiahui was always cautiously stretching out his hands, as if he was ready to support the fallen man at any time Uncle Fu.

"I can really walk, I can really walk..." Fu Qingyan supported the wall and said to Xie Jiacheng happily, like a child who has acquired some amazing skills. "I'll be walking by myself soon... ah—"

As soon as he said that, his legs softened suddenly, and he almost fell. Fortunately, Xie Jiahui caught him quickly with sharp eyesight and hugged him directly into his arms.

"Be careful, didn't I tell you to take your time and don't worry?" Xie Jiahui said reproachfully, with a gentle smile on his face.

Fu Qingyan smiled at him.

Xie Jiahui carried him into the wheelchair, pushed him over, pushed him to the dining table, and said to his brother:

"I'll serve the dishes, and you pour the drinks."

"En." Xie Jiacheng poured freshly squeezed watermelon juice for the three of them, and Fu Qingyan said:

"Let you see a joke, Jiacheng."

"How come?" Xie Jiacheng handed him the watermelon juice and said with a smile, "I am also happy that my uncle can walk. Don't worry, uncle. Rehabilitation is a long road, but you can always recover."

Fu Qingyan nodded, glanced at the busy figure in the kitchen, and said: "It's also thanks to your brother, who has encouraged me to help me since I couldn't even stand up, and even learned massage by myself... If it wasn't for him, I would I'm afraid I won't be able to stand up for the rest of my life."

Xie Jiacheng naturally knew that his brother resigned because he wanted to accompany Fu Qingyan, and he had paid a lot for him. However, since he is the one he loves, why care about how much he paid?

He smiled and said: "You don't have to thank him, he is willing to do so."

Fu Qingyan also smiled, with sweetness on his lips.However, he seemed to have thought of something, his smile disappeared again, and he said to Xie Jiacheng:

"Jiacheng, I know you're not feeling well these days... Even I feel angry and sad when I hear this, let alone you?"

Xie Jiacheng lowered his head, and when he heard this, he just twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly.

"I know you hate the Fu family, and you also hate Sixing. Recently, I heard that you are shorting the Fu family... In fact, I think you have done all this with confidence. Back then, Sixing forced Rong Yan to death without telling you. The behavior didn't treat you as your own, so it's only natural for you to take revenge on him." Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Qingyan said slowly, "It's just that Xie's family and Fu's family used to be good friends. They are also friends for many years, if you really get into a life-and-death situation, it is really unnecessary..."

"I know." Xie Jiacheng suddenly interrupted him, and looked up at him, "Uncle, I know what you want to say, in fact, my grandfather has already talked to me before. I have a measure."

Fu Qingyan saw his black eyes looking at him firmly, and smiled in relief: "It seems that I am worrying too much. If that is the case, of course I am willing to believe you."

While the two were talking, Xie Jiahui came over with a dish:

"What are you two talking about? I'm going to be jealous if you talk so speculatively."

Xie Jiacheng couldn't help but sneered: "I want to eat all this flying vinegar, so I won't tell you what the two of us said."

"I think your wings have grown hard, and your brother doesn't pay attention to it..."

"Don't take it seriously, how about it, hit me?"

"Hit you, hit you!"

……

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"Oh, young master, why are you drinking again?"

"Don't worry about it!"

Fu Siran shook off the servant, went straight upstairs, and was about to go to his room when he heard a scolding:

"stop!"

He turned around and saw his father, wearing pajamas, standing in the corridor with a sullen face. He grinned and laughed:

"dad……"

"Going to a nightclub again?" Fu Lin walked over, smelling the smell of alcohol on his body, and frowned more tightly, "What's the matter with you? The crew was halfway through filming, and they refused to go to filming. Nightclub fooling around! Do you know that your manager's calls are all coming to me!"

"Did he sue you again?" Fu Siran sneered, "What do you know? I don't have acting skills, and that director targets me every day. He's always acting weird. I don't want to confront him every day!"

"Fu Siran!" Fu Lin yelled angrily, "Do you know how much money your family invested in this drama in order to clean up the mess for you? Now that the company's funds are tight, why are you so ignorant?!"

Hearing this, Fu Siran seemed to have heard something terrible, laughed at himself, and said drunkenly:

"Yeah, I'm ignorant, I don't understand anything, I don't know anything..."

"When will you understand!"

"Snapped!"

Seeing that he not only did not admit his mistake, but also had a playful smile on his face, Fu Lin was even more angry, and couldn't help but raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

But after finishing it, I regretted a bit——

Fu Siran covered his face and looked at him in disbelief:

"You, you hit me? Dad, you have never been willing to hit me when you grow up so big. Today, you actually hit me?"

"Siran——" Fang Ximei ran out of the room when she heard the movement, and took Fu Siran's hand, "Ran Ran, let mom see..."

"Go away!" Fu Siran threw her away, not only did not give her a good face, but pointed at her and shouted, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"

Fang Ximei was stunned.

"You clearly know that Jiacheng doesn't like me, why do you want my brother to find a way to let me marry him? Why don't you tell me that Jiacheng is a person, not a thing, not something that I can get by losing my temper! I Now it has become like this, our family has become like this, it’s all your fault, it’s all your fault!”

As Fu Siran spoke, tears fell down, he seemed to be drunk and talking nonsense, but that appearance clearly spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"Siran!" Seeing that he blamed his mother, Fu Lin's original guilt seemed to have turned into anger, "What crazy words are you talking about! Please wake up!"

"Hahaha, wake up? I'm sober..." He cried and laughed, then ignored them, turned around and walked towards the room, still whispering, "I'm sober, sober... ..."

"Bastard! You are getting more and more outrageous, little bastard!" Fu Lin turned and went back to his room while cursing, "All the hard work on him over the years has been in vain, in vain!"

"Stop saying a few words!" Fang Ximei scolded, "Jiacheng wants to divorce him, he feels bad enough..."

"Uncomfortable? He doesn't want to think about what happened at home? Isn't it because of him?"

"Ouch, what do you know, kid? You made your own decision back then..."