MTL - Mr Fu, I Really Love You-Chapter 1264 Jiang Chengyuan passed away

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Chapter 1264 Jiang Chengyuan passed away

"When the round is so big that my brother is so big, I can have two bowls with my brother! But we have already had lunch, now Mom and Dad give us small biscuits and egg tarts, and in a round can eat two egg tarts, ok? !"

One talks with the round, and the mouth of the group slips into the mouth.

Yuan Yuan looked seriously and thought about it. He nodded and said the word "good" that he just learned.

Lin Wen was teased by two children: "Can they really understand each other?!"

Fu Huai'an smiled and shook his head: "I don't know."

Just after answering, Fu Huai’an’s mobile phone resting on the corner of the station will ring.

Fu Huai'an glanced at the paper, wiped the paper towel and wiped it and put it on his ear: "What happened to Xiaolu?!"

This time, Fu Huai'an did not go to the company. The company's affairs were all sorted out by Xiaolu, and then he was taken to Fu Zhai in the evening to deal with Fu Huai'an.

The meeting was also held in the form of a video conference.

"Mr., a lawyer who claims to be Mr. Jincheng Jiang contacted me and told me to tell you that your biological father, Mr. Jiang Chengyuan, has passed away. He left all the legacy of the will to the young master. You need to be a guardian. formalities."

Hearing this news, Fu Huai'an was awkward.

Although Fu Huai'an did not have much affection for Jiang Chengyuan, but suddenly heard the news of Jiang Chengyuan's death, it is inevitable that there will be fluctuations in my heart...

This is probably the magic of blood relationship.

"Mr...." Xiaolu didn't hear Fu Huai'an's answer. He originally wanted to say something about An Huai Fu Huai'an, but he felt that Fu Huai'an had not contacted his biological father for many years. In the past, about the death of Fu Huai'an mother, Xiao Lu listened to Mrs. Fu. So I didn’t say the word mourning, just said, “I’m not as good as this, I’m going to Jincheng?!”

Fu Huai'an hangs his voice and whispers: "I will do it myself, you work with peace of mind."

"Good sir."

Hanging up the phone, I saw Lin Yong, who was using the mold to press the shape of the biscuit, and asked Fu Huai'an: "What happened?! What happened?!"

Fu Huai'an smiled at Lin Wen, and his eyes swept through two children who were still talking in a serious speech, laughing: "Little things..."

Fu Huaian re-washed his hands and came back to lick the biscuit dough.

Lin Wen knows that Fu Huai'an has something, but he is afraid that it is hard to say in front of the two children, and he did not ask again.

When I was a child, Fu Huai'an didn't expect much from his father's love. He had... but after many disappointments, Fu Huai'an no longer looked forward to it.

Perhaps it is because of his childhood experience that he has been working hard to be a good father. At least he has to let two children know that their father... is deeply in love with them.

When Fu Huai'an looked at the two children, the two children happened to look at Fu Huai'an.

The child's glutinous rice, pure and clean, is washed and full of healing.

Fu Huai'an lips evoked and asked the group: "Would you like to try it out, do biscuits with biscuit mold?!"

"Can I?!" The group stood up and was full of surprises.

Lin warm lips and lips: "Of course, my mother is teaching you!"

Fu Huai'an washed her hand and picked up her daughter. The group stood on the small bench and stood beside the flow. She learned the warmth of Lin and pressed it on the cake with the mold. The mold was removed and it was like a small biscuit.

The group smiled happily and looked up at the circle that Fu Huai'an was holding in his arms: "Yuanyuan...you want to eat what kind of biscuits, my brother will do it for you!"

Round staring at the small cookie mold, stick out the white fat and fat little fat hand in the air and grab what I want.

"This?!" The group picked up a mold and asked.

Round or do the action of grasping and catching, the group picked up the mold of the bear: "This?!"

A round round of the mold grabbed it and put it in his mouth. Lin warmly grabbed the mold and smiled and played the round forehead: "It’s a snack, this is not a biscuit. After a while, I’ll take it well. ?!"

When I saw my mother, I rounded my little claws to my mother: "Hold...Hold...Hold..."

Did not cook, Lin warm can only hold a round, watching Fu Huai'an and the group father and son together to make biscuits.

On that day, the group and the round were very happy. Before the cookies were cooked, the two children were already asleep on the sofa.

Lin Wen and Fu Huai'an placed the children upstairs and came out of the children's room. Lin Wen asked Fu Huai'an if something happened in the kitchen scones today.

Lin warmed Fu Huaan's arm and looked up at Fu Huai'an.

Fu Huai'an smiled and raised her hand to buckle the back of Lin Wen's back. She dropped a kiss on her forehead and poured her careful little wife into her arms. She said: "Golden City came to the news and said... Jiang Chengyuan passed away. ”

Lin warms a glimpse...

Jiang Chengyuan, Fu Huai'an's biological father.

Lin warmed without snoring, his hands wrapped around Fu Huai's narrow waist, caressing his strong back.

Fu Huaian smiled lowly: "I am fine..."

Lin Wen took Fu Huai'an more hard: "So... are we going to Jincheng?!"

"You and the children don't go, let me go..." Fu Huai'an said.

Lin warmed up and looked up at Fu Huai'an, his eyes were not at ease, but that was Fu Huai's biological father... How could Lin Wen stop it.

"I will go back soon!" Fu Huai'an smashed the broken edge of Lin Bing's side behind his ear and whispered, "You look after two children."

Lin warmed nodded, and his small hand was covered in the back of Fu Huai'an hand. He gently kissed Fu Huai'an's palm and asked, "When are you going?!"

"Go to the funeral day and come back that day."

......

That night, Fu Huai'an was insomnia.

He squatted in his arms and was warm, and looked out the window...

For the memory of Jiang Chengyuan, Fu Huai'an remembers that some of them are not really cut, and the more they think, the more blurred they are.

Those memories seem to follow the death of Jiang Chengyuan and disappear in Fu Huai'an's mind.

Early the next morning, the two children were still asleep. Lin Wen sent Fu Huai'an to the door. After finishing the shirt collar for Fu Huai'an, he repeatedly asked Fu Huai'an to pay attention to safety.

Fu Huai'an smiled and nodded, bowing his face to Lin Lin's lips and her forehead, and holding people in his arms: "I will be home before dinner."

"What do you want to eat?!" Lin Wen raised his head and smiled from Fu Huai'an's arms and asked, "I will prepare at night and help the group."

"I love to eat what you do!" Fu Huai'an is not perfunctory.

Lin warmed and smiled and nodded: "Good."

Starting from Fu Zhai early in the morning, Fu Huai'an arrived at Jincheng more than ten o'clock.

Because Jiang Ming'an is Xie Jingqiu's friend of this group, Jiang Chengyuan's funeral, Xie Jingqiu Su Nian and his wife, who have always liked to appear in public, have come.

Tang Xiyou Jiaxin and his wife, Feng Yuan, Qi Dongsheng and Lu Yunhang Qin Xiaofan and his wife, Ji Zibai, Xie Jingyu and his wife, and Lu Yunfan have arrived.

(End of this chapter)