Lin Jin's head slowly tilted to the side, his soft voice trailing off, "A name. It won't matter for many days anyway..."

"What"

As for what came next, Fu Shaoting didn't hear clearly. He looked up at the rearview mirror and was slightly taken aback.

The woman who had just been talking, her head leaning against the seat, had fallen asleep with her eyes closed.

What does "when can't be a few days" mean

Fu Shaoqing really wanted to ask for clarification, but that person was no longer able to answer.

Seeing Lin Jinran hugging herself, Fu Shaoting reached out to adjust the air conditioner's temperature higher, slowed down the car speed, and made it even smoother.

In the quiet carriage, the woman's light breaths were remarkably even, a faint scent of alcohol lingering in the air.

Fu Shaoqing had a strange feeling, rising quietly from the bottom of his heart.

He gave the impression of being carefree and not taking anything to heart.

In fact, he hasn't been spared criticism since he was sensible. Those people from his childhood, though they wouldn't reproach him in front of him, still said a lot about him behind his back.

The child of a mistress, this is the label stuck on him.

Even if his mother has married his father, this label will still be stuck with him for life.

He had also fought back, but gradually got used to it later. Besides, he knew that Fu Mo'han's mother had indeed died because of the selfishness of his own parents.

He gradually used carelessness to mask everything about himself. He seemed indifferent to everything, even refusing to take over the company when his mother asked him to.

Actually, he didn't think it belonged to him. He saw no need to fight with Fu Mo Han who had already lost both his father and mother.

He does nothing all his life, with the same carefree food and clothing. Why bother to work hard at anything

Last time, Zheng Mengyao had approached him alone, and Fu Shaoqing had learned a little about Lin Jinyan's situation. He inexplicably felt sorry for Lin Jinyan's plight, feeling a touch of sympathy.

Fu Shaoqing sighed and turned his gaze forward.

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Inside the Fu residence, Fu Mo Han's long fingers gripped his phone tightly, his cold and stern features as dark as ink.

Just now, Su Han called to ask if Lin Jinran had returned.

Only then did he learn that Lin Jinran had met Su Han and Fu Shaoqing for a meal and drinks together.

That woman, she gets drunk easily after just a little bit of alcohol.

On the phone, a soft voice was clearly drunk.

Now that she was alone with Fu Shaoqing, Fu Mo'han's eyes darkened even further at the thought.

Damn it!

Fu Mo's anger burned even hotter. He stood up abruptly and strode towards the study door.

As I went downstairs, I saw Xiaoyu running towards me from the entrance in the distance. "Young Master, Madam was sent back by the Second Young Master," she said.

Fu Mo's face was frosty, he strode towards the door and walked out. Seeing a bright red Ferrari parked downstairs, Fu Shaoqing stood leaning against the car door, seemingly waiting.

Seeing Fu Mo'han's figure emerge, Fu Shaoqing tilted his head, "She fell asleep in the car."

Fu Mo'han frowned, his face dark as he strode down the stairs and walked to Fu Shaoqing's car.

Opening the car door, he bent down and scooped the sleeping woman into his arms. He caught a faint scent of alcohol on her, and Fu Mo Han's brows furrowed as he turned to Fu Shao Qing with a cold expression, "You can go back now."

Fu Shaoqing didn't mind Fu Mo'han's attitude. He glanced at Lin Jinran, whose face was flushed and nestled in Fu Mo'han's arms, and said, "She seems to have something on her mind."t this. You're married, so you're married. Just bring your partner to the class reunion."Class reunionLin Jinran's eyes lit up slightly, "Qiu Li, do you still have a classmates group I lost my origina...