Jinran. 。She didn't want to, send her child away alone. 。"Tap tap tap" 。Footsteps approached from afar, and a doctor in a white coat with noticeable wrinkles walked over. She was about forty to fifty...Fu Mochen said in a deep voice, “I’ll go up first.” 。"

Let's go, let's go" 。"Old Master Fu didn't seem to care, as if he had thought of something, and looked at him and said, "By the way, have Shao Qing come over tomorrow. >" 。"

"What is he here for" Fu MoHan had already turned his body, hearing Old Master Fu mention Fu ShaoQing, his cold and stern face clearly showing displeasure, as if very averse to Fu ShaoQing." 。

Old Master Fu looked at Fu Mo'han with a hint of displeasure, "I know you don't like him, but your father and his mother's affairs have nothing to do with him. He's also a victim." 。Fu Mo Han, of course, knew that, but Fu Shao Qing's mother couldn't be absolved of responsibility for harming his mother. Even if she wasn't the one who committed the crime, she was still an indirect perpetrator. 。How could he possibly be nice to the son of an indirect murderer Besides his ancestors' affairs, Fu Shaoqing's contact with Lin Jinyan also displeased him. 。

As for the last incident, Fu Mo Han later watched the surveillance footage and found out that Fu Shao Qing did indeed go to buy a gift. 。However, in the monitoring, Lin Jinran and Fu Shaoqing were relaxed and at ease, chatting and laughing. Their appearance still made Fu Mo'han feel uncomfortable. 。

It seems that only when he is with him, Lin Jinran smiles less. 。"Alright, alright, you go on up. I'll stay here for a bit, and then I'll go rest too." 。"Old Master Fu didn't want to say any more. He couldn't control that much." 。

He got the point. 。He always believed that Fu Mo Han would be much stronger than his father, Fu Hongyuan, which was beyond any doubt. 。"I'll go up first, Grandpa, get some rest." 。Fu Mo Han didn't want to say too much about Fu Shao Qing, so he strode up the stairs. 。When he pushed open the bedroom door, Lin Jinran was putting away his clothes, preparing to take a shower in a while. 。Over the past few days, Lin Jinran thought that Fu Mo Han would stay with Old Master Fu for a while before going to his study and wouldn't return to his bedroom so early. 。When Fu Mo Han's figure walked into the bedroom, she visibly stiffened for a moment, but quickly lowered her head indifferently, continuing to organize her clothes as if Fu Mo Han didn't exist. 。Her dismissive attitude instantly lowered the temperature in the man's eyes. 。Well, you're getting bolder. You actually dare to ignore him now 。"Is Grandpa's gift ready" Fu Mochen endured the anger in his heart, his face cold as he strode towards Lin Jinran. 。Gifts Fu Mo Han didn't bring it up, but once he did, Lin Jin Ran felt a little uncomfortable. 。Lin Jinyan remembered that some time ago, Fu Mochen had also asked her the same question, what to prepare for Old Master Fu. She told Fu Mochen about the tea set. 。She didn't want to guess, but Lin Ruochu sent her nothing else, but tea sets that were similar to hers. Why was it such a coincidence "Not yet..." 。Lin Jinran did not voice his guess, whether it was Fu Mo'han who told Lin Ruochu or a coincidence from Lin Ruochu. 。Lin Ruochu's tea set, had already arrived before her, and Master Fu also said he didn't like it. She wouldn't send anymore. 。In a few days, it will be grandpa's birthday. You went to the mall with Fu Shaoqing last time, why didn't you choose anything Fu Mo寒 stood condescendingly by the bed, staring deeply at her, his voice deep and low. 。Lin Jinran frowned, her heart rejecting Fu Mo'han mentioning that time. That memory was very unpleasant for her. 。The gift is being made, it definitely won't miss Grandpa's birthday. 。She looked up at Fu Mo Han, her clear eyes were calm and serene, she spoke in a distant voice, “Mr. Fu, do you have anything else to ask I need to rest.” 。”nyan's bodyguard.A bodyguard rushed onto the boat from the cliff, reporting urgently to him, "Young Ye, Lin Shanger is dead, a sniper shot, killed in one hit."The night owl remained motionless, as if...