bayedsolid Chapter 106 Holding a Child
Chapter 106 Holding a Child
Charge? Charge in which direction?
Are they probably rushing towards the temple?
Fu Chengli leaned back on the sofa, his expression indifferent, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "I thank you for your praise, but she has already decided to become a nun. What am I supposed to do?"
These days, he openly and secretly either lures her into his home to spend the night, or pretends to be sick and plays the victim to get her to take care of him, or even jumps into a pool to save her from a fever and takes care of her all night.
As it turned out, right at the door, she made it clear that she didn't want to be in a relationship at the moment.
Good grief, their relationship has been completely back to square one.
If he acts recklessly, he might actually scare someone into going to a temple to sever all ties with love and relationships.
Fu Chengli recalled that when An Ying was in high school, she was so much pursued by boys that she couldn't concentrate on her studies.
In a fit of anger, she cut off her long hair.
That day, he returned to China for the Chinese New Year. As soon as he entered the Fu residence, he saw her with a hairstyle that looked like a kiwi fruit, swaying in front of him.
Fortunately, her hair grows quickly and it grew back in no time.
But the scene really scared him.
This girl looks gentle and weak, but she's actually really ruthless to herself!
Du Yun chuckled in a low, sly voice: "Hilarious! A pretty nun is the best, forcing her to return to secular life! That's how it's portrayed in adult films."
Fu Chengli stubbed out his cigarette, glanced at Du Yun, ignored his suggestive joke, and cursed, "Are you getting out or not?"
Du Yun's phoenix eyes swept across the room, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a pretty figure hesitating near the two of them.
The woman had dyed her hair blonde, had a round oval face, big eyes, and a sweet smile on her fair cheeks.
Du Yun immediately waved to her and called out, "Yi Rou, come here."
Huang Yirou walked over gracefully and plopped down next to Fu Chengli.
She looked up at Fu Chengli's unresponsive face, and as if sensing something was amiss, she cautiously increased the distance between them.
Du Yun: "Young Master Fu, you still remember Huang Yirou, right? I asked you to use your connections to get a small supporting role for our little Rourou. She acted very well and even gained some popularity."
Fu Chengli responded lazily, saying he couldn't remember clearly, but it seemed like there was such a thing.
Huang Yirou stared at Fu Chengli, and seeing that he didn't react to her, she pretended to be aggrieved and said, "Mr. Fu, you must have a bad memory. You probably don't remember me anymore."
Huang Yirou was somewhat discouraged.
For a nobody like her, relying solely on acting skills won't get her anywhere.
Only by currying favor with powerful figures who have resources can one hope to rise to the top.
The person standing before me is indeed him.
Fu Chengli is a young master from a top-tier wealthy family in Beicheng, and his aunt owns a film and television investment company.
Last time, with Boss Du's help, I got this supporting actor some resources, and I thought I could get closer to him...
As it turned out, the person didn't take it seriously at all.
He arranged for the crew to communicate directly with Huang Yirou, and he himself never showed up.
Du Yun was a chivalrous man, and upon seeing Huang Yirou pouting, he immediately nudged the distracted Fu Chengli:
"Little Rou Rou is talking to you. What are you thinking about? Thinking about nuns?"
Fu Chengli gave a perfunctory "oh".
He looked up and saw An Ying walking towards him with a baby in her arms, who was sucking on a pacifier.
The little boy wrapped his chubby little hands around An Ying's neck, obediently letting An Ying hug him; the two looked very affectionate.
He didn't know why, but he found the scene particularly beautiful.
Fu Chengli narrowed his dark eyes, looked at An Ying, and revealed his first smile of the night.
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An Ying saw Jiang Shuya and Zhuang Haolin, who was holding a child, in the kitchen, whispering and talking about something.
The little boy, with a pacifier in his mouth, stared intently at the colorful flower wreath on An Ying's head, his big, dark eyes darting around.
Jiang Shuya stood with her arms crossed, looking displeased.
Zhuang Haolin held the child and said cautiously, "Wife, I was wrong. Please forgive me."
Jiang Shuya: "Is this a place for children? The whole place is filled with smoke and fumes."
Zhuang Haolin smiled wryly: "Boss Du just returned from abroad today and is hosting a dinner party. How can I not give Boss Du face? But unfortunately, all the housekeepers at home are on holiday."
Jiang Shuya: "Why are you still making excuses?"
Jiang Shuya saw An Ying walking over and said angrily, "Look at you, all men are the same."
Zhuang Haolin said with a grin, "My dear wife, give me some face, okay? You can't make me kneel on a washboard in front of so many people."
Jiang Shuya glared, gritted her teeth, and remained silent.
An Ying smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, alright, let's go home now that we've had enough fun. The kids need to go to sleep."
Zhuang Haolin thought for a moment and said, "The small backpack containing diapers and formula is on the second floor."
An Ying offered, "I'll go get it."
Although An Ying had never been married, she knew very well that outsiders should not interfere in a couple's quarrels.
Because you can never definitively say who is right and who is wrong.
An Ying turned around and went up the stairs to the second floor.
Although the villa is very large, there are not many rooms on the second floor.
An Ying checked each room along the corridor but didn't see any baby carriers.
Finally, at the end of the corridor, there was a tightly closed door.
As An Ying approached, lewd and passionate sounds came from the other side of the door.
Judging from the sounds, there was clearly a man inside.
With more than one woman.
Even through just a door, one can imagine the erotic scene inside the room.
An Ying was stunned.
She stood awkwardly outside the door.
Knocking on the door is not an option, nor is not knocking.
She silently joined Jiang Shuya in cursing Zhuang Haolin.
Sure enough, the child's father is the most unreliable kind of creature!
How can you leave children's things lying around like that!
Suddenly, the sound stopped.
It appears that the activity inside the room has ended.
But then came the man's curses.
clang-
The door was opened.
The man who opened the door was taken aback when he saw the woman standing outside: "Who the hell are you? Do you have a penchant for eavesdropping?"
An Ying remained calm: "I just came to pick something up."
Sure enough, the baby sling was on the cabinet by the bedroom door.
An Ying walked straight to the cabinet.
I tried my best not to look at any unnecessary images.
She picked up the baby sling with the cartoon print and turned to leave.
Not a word of nonsense.
The man noticed the colorful flower wreath on An Ying's head.
The man frowned: Isn't this his brother's? His brother has been wearing this stupid flower wreath all day.
Damn it, she's definitely another scheming woman trying to get close to her brother. If she can't get close to him, she'll try to exploit his weaknesses.
If I wasn't eavesdropping just now, I was trying to join in.
She is quite pretty, the kind of pure and innocent school beauty.
I've never played this game before.
The man sneered, staring at An Ying's retreating figure as she went downstairs, and swallowed greedily.