Chapter 1257: third master vs baby fu, one mountain is darker than the other (1)

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yunjin capital

because fu qinyuan had tried to tamper with the test scores, according to fu chens temperament, he didnt even want to let fu qinyuan eat gra.s.s today, let alone hamburgers.

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however, song fengwan was in a good mood today, so she brought them to kfc.

it seemed that children had a special liking for hamburgers and c.o.ke. although little yan xiansen didnt show much enthusiasm, he ate more than usual.

fu qinyuans stomach was round.

mom, youre the best. youre the worlds number one fairy the little guy was very good at flattering. youre so pretty and so nice.

when fu chen went abroad, he didnt need any financial aid from his family and could only eat fast food and vegetables. he ate too many burgers and lost his appet.i.te.

he crossed his arms and looked at a certain little fellow sucking up to him.

a drama queen!

from the moment he started to speak, fu chen could tell that he was not a good person.

she was especially good at sucking up to people. all the fu family members, except for the two elders and song fengwan, loved to flatter fu pei the most. as long as she came back, they would be especially close to her.

she was the only girl in the fu family, and even the older brother, fu s.h.i.+nan, doted on his younger sister. naturally, his status in the family was not ordinary.

why is everyone always looking at us? kfc didnt have any private rooms, so they just went up to the second floor and found a corner. it was mealtime, so there were many people coming and going.

many people had been paying attention to the news on the internet. when they saw the real person, they naturally took a few more glances.

some of them even secretly took out their phones to take pictures.

it must be because youre too cute. things were complicated and there was no need to explain to fu qinyuan. song fengwan just smiled and wiped his mouth.

no! fu qinyuan shook his head.

little yan sat at the side and quietly ate a chicken wing. he picked up a napkin and, like a little gentleman, sorted out the trash one by one and then wiped his fingers.

in the end, he heard the flatterer opposite him say something.

they must be looking at us because mommy is too pretty!

little yan lowered his head and continued to sort through the trash.

[ chicken bones: wet tras.h.!.+ ]

which woman didnt like to hear pretty words? song fengwan was amused. what else do you want to eat?

no, its enough. we cant waste it. um mom, can you help me with my homework this afternoon? after fu qinyuan finished his flattery, he looked at song fengwan expectantly.

sure.

fu chen furrowed his brows. this little rascal. they were going home for a heart-to-heart talk, but he dragged song fengwan along.

hehe fu qinyuan was satisfied. he gnawed on his burger and looked at fu chen smugly.

his eyes were provocative, clearly saying:

lets see what you can do to me.

fu chen sneered.

if i cant take care of you tonight, ill let you go wild.

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however, fortune could always be accompanied by misfortune. before they left the burger shop, song fengwan received a call from yan w.a.n.gchuan.

h.e.l.lo, dad

yan w.a.n.gchuan did not go to the exhibition center today. he was in a meeting at the company.

theres a press conference later, and well be announcing the qixi festival. the main style of the qixi festival was designed by you. if youre free, come over.

every company wanted to make money. announcing the qixi festival at this time was also to ride on the waves of public opinion and ride on the popularity. a normal marketing strategy could also save a large amount of publicity costs.

what time does it start?

three in the afternoon.

ill be there immediately.

theres no rush. go back and take an afternoon nap. you can come back in the afternoon.

when fu qinyuan heard that song fengwan was leaving, his face fell. what kind of lousy burger was this

it tasted terrible!

fu chen smiled.

brat, werent you c.o.c.ky just now? why dont you show me again?

after they returned home, song feng took an afternoon nap and changed his clothes before rus.h.i.+ng out.

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fu qinyuan was so depressed that he didnt even have a good nap. he tossed and turned in bed.

are you going to sleep or not? little yan was sitting on the carpet, building a lego. he didnt have the habit of taking an afternoon nap, but he saw a certain someone wrapped in a cool summer blanket, wriggling on the bed like a worm.

im going to die, i cant sleep! fu qinyuan hated going to the study to have a heart-to-heart talk with fu chen.

fu chen was a man of few words, but when it came to educating him, he was extra talkative.

dont tell me you still have a way to deal with brother-in-law? little yan xiansen was currently in a state of preserving his strength and could not fight head-on. he could only keep a low profile.

no, i didnt,

the result is always the same. its no use worrying.

fu qinyuan felt that her words made sense, but he still felt uncomfortable.

after song fengwan left, fu chen pushed open fu qinyuans door and little yan greeted him obediently.