Out of the door of Fu\'s old house, sitting in the car, Xia Ling fastened her seat belt and obviously felt Fu Yunting\'s low pressure.

Is he in a bad mood?

Is it because of the quarrel between your parents or the name of the girl mentioned?

Xia Ling pursed her lips and held his hand with concern in her eyes.

Fu Yunting started the car, looked at her, smiled, and held her little hand with one hand.

The warm warmth came from her hand. Xia Ling was curious and asked, "Yunting, who is that Xiaoman?"

Who\'s Xiaoman?

It\'s the woman he used to like.

Fu Yunting\'s thin lips pursed lightly, and his strength increased slightly, but he recovered as usual.

"If you don\'t know, don\'t mention it."

Grandma said that everything before was over.

He doesn\'t want to talk about that man\'s past.

However, the scenes in the depths of memory are constantly emerging.

As long as I can remember, he has a sister about his age around him.

Pink and tender, he will follow him and call his brother.

He grew up with her and went to school together.

The little girl grew up day by day and invaded his heart and lungs day by day.

Under the cherry tree, the beautiful girl smiled at herself

Such beauty remained in his memory forever.

Fu manyun!

His sister who is not related by blood!

Fu Yunting\'s hand moved away from Xia Ling\'s, clenched the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and the car drove out like an arrow.

When he was foolishly preparing to have a showdown with his parents, she said she only regarded him as her brother.

She said she had a marriage partner, so she lost touch with him!

Fu Yunting\'s mouth was straight, and his black eyes were gloomy.

Seeing the car driving at high speed, Xia Ling\'s hand tightly pulled the handrail on one side, and Xiu frowned.

What\'s the matter with him?

What is the purpose of the irritability and sadness emanating from the body?

Because of that?

Who the hell is she?

"Fu Yunting, can you slow down? I\'m dizzy."

Xia Ling didn\'t hold back and said.

Fu Yunting suddenly revived and hurriedly slowed down.

"Sorry, Lingling, I..."

What the hell is he thinking?

The past has passed. He should remember that he is married now and his wife is Xia Ling!

Fu Yunting put aside all his emotions and hooked his lips to Xia Ling. "I just want to listen to grandma\'s advice. Go back and work hard to make her a great grandson."

Xia Ling: "

The topic changes too fast. What is he hiding?

Xia Ling didn\'t speak, just glanced at him, pursed his red lips and turned his big white eyes.

He doesn\'t want to say that she won\'t be full. If she has nothing to do, go to the bottom.

"Lingling, I\'ve worked so hard. I don\'t know if you have our baby in your stomach now."

Fu Yunting held the steering wheel in one hand and Xia Ling\'s hand in the other, and smiled at her.

"Fu Yunting, are you all bored?"

Xia Ling glared at him and scolded angrily.

"How can it be boring to have a wife around?"

Fu Yunting took her hand and kissed her lips. The thin lips overflowed with magnetic laughter. "Even if it\'s boring, as long as my wife accompanies me to do something, I will be happy and energetic."

"Fu Yunting, I find that you\'re not offline anymore. Do your employees know what you\'re like now?"

"It doesn\'t matter whether others know it or not, as long as my wife doesn\'t dislike me."

"Too much, too much!"

"Well, women always say the opposite."

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