Chapter 52:

Fu Zhen pushed the door of the car and got out of the car, looking at the Jiang family not far away, and the steward Wang, who was still in a tuxedo and wearing white gloves, stood by.
Fu Zhen straightened his back subconsciously, waiting for Jiang Hengshu to come over, and walked towards Mr. Jiang and the others together.
It stands to reason that this is the first time that Jiang Hengshu has taken his wife home for the New Year. It is a happy thing to say, but watching the two men walking together, it feels a bit strange.
Mr. Jiang murmured a few words in his heart, but he didn't show anything on the surface. With a decent smile on his face, he said to both Jiang Hengshu and the others: "Go to the house."
Jiang Hengshu held Fu Zhen's hand, Fu Zhen turned his head and glanced at him, then shook his hand.
Fu Zhen has seen Mr. Jiang and Mr. Jiang on TV many times. As Jiang Hengshu said, Mr. Jiang is indeed fatter than before. Mrs. Jiang is wearing a rose red cheongsam today with her hair curled up. In the back of his head, he appeared to be younger than the last time I saw it. And Mr. Jiang was dressed in a hidden blue Tang suit, with a walking stick in his hand, and he looked so bright that he didn't look like more than seventy.
Entering the villa, after a few people sat down on the sofa, you look at me, I look at you, and I don’t know how to speak. Mr. Jiang looked at Fu Zhen who was sitting next to his grandson. It seemed that the two of them did have A good match, but it would be better if it were a girl.
Although they were not satisfied with Jiang Hengshu taking a boy home, they would not blame other people's children. Jiang Hengshu chose a man because it was his own problem. They would not say that Fu was blamed for this incident. Really.
So even if a stick was prepared for Jiang Hengshu, the Jiang family always smiled when dealing with Fu Zhen.
And this young man is really likable, but if he is not Jiang Hengshu's target, Mr. Jiang thinks he would appreciate him more, but the fact is already like this, and no one can change it.
Thinking from another angle, their family is equivalent to having two children, which looks pretty good.
The servants served some snacks and fruits. Mr. Jiang got up from the sofa, glanced at Jiang Hengshu, and said to him: "Hengshu, come to my study."
Jiang Hengshu smiled at Fu Zhen, and then followed Mr. Jiang up the stairs to the study on the second floor. Mr. Jiang sat down behind the desk. He looked at Jiang Hengshu and asked him: "You are on the phone. Li told me that he was pregnant, what happened?"
Mr. Jiang has never heard of such a thing as a man can still be pregnant. This is equivalent to a rooster laying eggs. After he hung up the phone with Jiang Hengshu yesterday, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was not right, Jiang Hengshu It wasn't because he could promise him to be with a man and deliberately lie to himself.
Jiang Hengshu instantly understood what Mr. Jiang was thinking in his heart, and he explained the physical difference between Fu Zhen and Mr. Jiang.
Mr. Jiang was silent for a while, probably thinking about the truthfulness of what Jiang Hengshu said, and asked Jiang Hengshu: "Is it really pregnant?"
Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Mr. Jiang sighed softly. Even without this child, he would eventually promise Jiang Hengshu to be with the boy eventually, but this way his mood would be better. He raised his head and said to Jiang Hengshu, "You Grandma still left something for you and asked me to give it to you, but now that you decide to be with a boy, you probably don’t need it anymore. You can keep it and pass it on to the next generation."
In the living room downstairs, Fu Zhen was sitting upright on the sofa. Mr. Jiang looked at the boy in front of him. This boy was a little different from what he had imagined. He looked a few years younger than Jiang Hengshu. I always thought that the partner Jiang Hengshu would look for would be a rough guy who was a mercenary abroad like him, or was more seductive and somewhat feminine. He even considered that Jiang Hengshu would always follow him. Wang Tong, who was dyed with yellow hair, brought him back.
Fortunately, it was not Wang Tong he brought back today.
Fu Zhen looks very well-behaved. He doesn't have any kind of jealousy like Jiang Hengshu, and he doesn't have any femininity. As far as he can see, Mr. Jiang is barely satisfied with Fu Zhen. He asked Fu Zhen. :"What are you doing right now?"
Fu replied sincerely: "Get some orders on the Internet to draw pictures."
Mr. Jiang nodded, and then asked Fu Zhen, "Do you plan to continue painting from now on?"
Fu Zhen shook his head and said to Mr. Jiang, "I used to do animation. After the Chinese New Year, I plan to do this again."
It’s not a long-term plan to receive papers online all the time. Although their Jiang family is rich and no less than a casual eater, a man should still have his own career. Mr. Jiang is fairly satisfied with Fu Zhen’s future career plan. He smiled and said to Fu Zhen: "If you need anything, just talk to Hengshu."
Fu Zhen nodded.
Not long after, Mr. Jiang and Jiang Hengshu walked down from the study room upstairs, holding a jewelry box made of camphor wood in his hand.
Mr. Jiang waved to Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen stood up from the sofa and walked towards Mr. Jiang. Mr. Jiang sent the box in his hand to Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen took the box, feeling a little at a loss. He looked at Mr. Jiang and then at Jiang Hengshu, who was behind Mr. Jiang. Mr. Jiang smiled very kindly. He said to Fu Zhen, "Let's open it. Look."
Fu Zhen opened the box in front of Mr. Jiang. Inside the box was a pair of jade bracelets. Mr. Jiang explained: "This is left by Hengshu's grandmother, and he said that I should give it to Hengshu's future wife. Now that Hengshu recognizes you, then give it to you."
It is really inappropriate for Fu Zhen to wear a pair of jade bracelets on the wrists of a man, but this pair of jade bracelets not only represents Mr. Jiang’s heart, but also an acknowledgment. The Jiang family completely admitted his relationship with Jiang Hengshu.
"Thank you."
Mr. Jiang smiled at Fu Zhen, raised his hand and patted Fu Zhen's shoulder twice, and said to him: "I asked Grandma Hengshu the other day. She likes you very much."
Fu Zhen didn't know what to say, so he could only hold the box in both hands and bowed slightly to Mr. Jiang.
On the night of New Year’s Eve, Wanjia was lit up, and Jiang’s family was lively. Fu Zhen, Mrs. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, and Mr. Jiang made up a table of Mahjong, leaving Jiang Hengshu and Butler Wang in the nearby kitchen. Make dumplings and prepare dinner.
Fu Zhen hasn't had a good New Year for two years. He has been playing mahjong well. Coupled with good luck tonight, he won nearly 500 yuan in less than two hours.
The scent of the food floated out of the kitchen. After this round, Mrs. Jiang said: "Okay, Hengshu and the others should be finished with their work, and they should tidy up and prepare to eat."
"After eating, continue to fight." Mr. Jiang added.
Fu Zhengang nodded. Jiang Heng never knew when he ran out of the kitchen and stood behind Fu Zhen with his palm on his shoulder. He refused Mr. Jiang's invitation: "No, he has to go to bed earlier."
Mr. Jiang was on his head. He raised his eyebrows and stared at Jiang Hengshu: "Your kid is pretty tight. Grandpa is up to you. You can play more today."
Jiang Heng retreated a step and said to Fu Zhen: "It cannot exceed twelve o'clock."
Mr. Jiang was still not satisfied with this result. He was about to talk to Jiang Hengshu, when he saw Jiang Hengshu looking up at himself, and said to him: "And grandpa, you have to go to bed earlier, and you can't be too late. late."
Mr. Jiang lost his temper.
Fu Zhen's phone rang at this moment. Fu Zhen glanced at the number on the screen and said embarrassedly to the elders on the mahjong table: "I'll answer the phone."
"Happy Chinese New Year, Xiao Zhen." Fu Zhen went to the end of a corridor on the north side of the villa. After pressing to connect, Fu Jianchen's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Happy New Year." Fu Zhen replied indifferently.
Before calling Fu Jianchen, he thought for a long time what he wanted to say to Fu Zhen. He wanted to tell him that he had prepared new year money for him, and wanted to tell him that his room had been cleaned up and that Tang Wanwan was no longer there. He will go home, but now in Fu Zhen's cold tone, he can't say anything.
After a while, he asked Fu Zhen: "Where are you now?"
How many nights wandering in the city, he didn't ask where he was? And what is the point of asking this sentence now?
Fu Zhen was silent and did not respond.
"The dumplings are cooked, come and eat." Jiang Hengshu walked over and said to Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen turned his head and smiled at Jiang Hengshu, then hung up the phone.
Fu Jianchen naturally heard Jiang Hengshu's words, he knew that Fu Zhen was celebrating the New Year with that man at this time.
Fu Ting came over and watched Fu Jianchen staring at his cell phone in a daze. He asked him softly, "How is it?"
Fu Jianchen shook his head and did not speak. From the day he woke up on January 23, he realized that they and Fu Zhen would never return to the past, but this was his most beloved child.
He always hopes that time can go back, and when everything hasn't happened yet, he promises that he won't make him sad again.
However, even if you have billions of wealth, you can't buy a chance to start again.
Soon after, Tang Wanwan called. Fu Jianchen leaned back on the sofa and pressed the phone hands-free. Tang Wanwan's cheerful voice instantly came from the phone, "Happy New Year, Dad."
Fu Jianchen did not speak, and Tang Wanwan asked, "Dad, are you listening?"
"Is the signal bad? I can't hear your voice here."
Fu Jianchen's finger rested on the red hang-up button, and Tang Wanwan on the other end of the phone paused, and then said, "Dad, I still want to take the Shazhou Chronicle. Can you help me tell Fu Zhen that I want The copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle."
Fu Jianchen's movements stopped, and his voice finally rang on the phone. He asked Tang Wanwan on the other end of the phone: "Tang Wanwan, did the crew really do that thing that year?"
Tang Wanwan was taken aback, and inexplicably frightened, she asked Fu Jianchen: "What's wrong with you, dad?"
Fu Jianchen did not answer, and Tang Wanwan said anxiously: "Does my dad regret driving Fu Zhen out of Fu's house? If this is the case, my dad can take Fu Zhen back. Why should I say this to insult? I?"
Without waiting for Fu Jianchen to speak, Tang Wanwan took the initiative to end the call.
This was the most bleak year for the Fu family in recent years. There was no New Year atmosphere. The living room was deserted and deserted. In just a dozen days, Fu Jianchen was very thin and had more white hair on his head. a lot of.
Fu Zhen really won't go back to Fu's house again. Fu Jianchen went upstairs and pushed the door into Fu Zhen's former room. There was not a trace of popularity in the room. He left and never came back.
On New Year’s Eve when the family was reunited, Fu Jianchen drove a car to the neighborhood where he saw Fu Zhen last time. He didn’t know which floor Fu Zhen lived, but he parked the car downstairs and looked up. Looking at the brightly lit windows, he thought that among these lit windows, there was always one that belonged to Fu Zhen.
It doesn't.
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