Chapter 299 Mr. Fu and His Rose
Things like genes are really scary. Mrs. Fu never expected that Fu Jingxing could even pass on the bad habit of destroying roses to Qianqian.
That day, she completed the copyright handover of her third book at the publishing house. As soon as she got home, she saw Qianqian sitting in the living room alone, holding a bunch of roses with no expression on her face and constantly tearing their leaves.
With a fair and handsome little face, the gloomy look shown when the expressionless face is downcast is [-]% like his father's expression at certain times, and the wreckage of roses has been scattered all over the ground at his feet!
At that moment, Li Jingman seemed to see the former Fu Jingxing in a trance, and almost ran away in fright.
Just thinking that it was her own child, she still gritted her teeth, walked towards him enduring the numbness of her scalp, and wanted to ask Qianqian why he did this.
What should a child do if his father inherited a bad mental illness? !Of course, it must be stopped as soon as possible!
Adhering to the principle of being a loving mother who guides the child on the right path of life, Li Jingman gradually approached Qianqian.
Then, she heard the broken thoughts that she couldn't detect at a distance.
While tearing the petals, Xiao Qianqian whispered resentfully.
"They will love me more than they will..."
"They will love me more than they will..."
"They will love me more than they will..."
Every time he said a word, he tore a petal and threw it down.
When the last petal of the flower in his hand fell, it stopped at "They will not love me more", and Qianqian showed an expression that was about to cry, and the hearts of those who watched it were broken.
"Qianqian, what are you doing?"
The fear in Li Jingman's heart subsided, and he stared helplessly at the little milkman for a while, seeing that he was frustrated and immediately took out a flower to continue tearing, so she had no choice but to interrupt.
Qianqian was obviously taken aback when he heard her voice, and jumped up from the sofa on the spot, frantically trying to hide the roses destroyed by him behind him, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't achieve his goal.
In the end, the little milk boy could only lower his head a little embarrassedly, but there was a strange light in his eyes, which was the cleverness and cunning that a child of his age should not have.
"I'm imitating Dad."
He looked at Li Jingman carefully, and said softly.
Li Jingman knew it was like this, but she also had some doubts: "Have you ever seen your father like this?"
Seeing that her mother's attention had been diverted, Qianqian nodded instantly, with a cute face.
He took out the flower that he hid again, and a scene was restored.
"The last time Mom went to the signing with Uncle Xia, Dad was just like me..."
He lowered his head, grabbed the poor rose petals and began to tear them.
"She loves me, she doesn't love me..."
"She loves me, she doesn't love me..."
"She loves me, she doesn't love me..."
Li Jingman: "..."
Recently, she wrote a third book related to history. The publisher liked it very much after reading it. At the same time, she also expressed her regret that she could not hold a signing event for her second book.
Fu Jingxing was there at the time, and upon hearing the words, he said that if she wanted to hold a signing event, she would do it. What did he say at the time?
"Honey, I believe in you, as long as you are happy, I will be happy if you are happy."
On the day of the autograph signing, she didn't see Fu Jingxing. At that time, she thought that the man's measure had finally improved... So did he go home and tear it up?
Fortunately, by coincidence, I was bumped into by the child, and even more coincidentally, I let the child learn it...
This is really... Li Jingman held his forehead, covered the expression on his face, and sighed deeply.
But vaguely, I felt that the man seemed a little...cute.
She stopped pious behavior and asked him seriously.
"Did Dad tell you why he did that?"
Qianqian looked up with a small face and looked serious: "Father said that even if he knew that the result of doing what he wanted would be self-deception, it was better than not having any hope at all."
...Okay, cute or something, take it back for now.
Li Jingman began to think seriously, what kind of life did Fu Jingxing live with her before?
This man's heart...is so bitter.
Thinking about it carefully, Fu Jingxing's behavior of tearing up flowers seemed to really appear after he married her. She had never seen such a gloomy side of him when they were dating.
Later, after she got married, she was afraid when she saw him like that, let alone actively communicate with him and ask him why he did that.
Now that he learned the truth from Qianqian, Li Jingman was a little dumbfounded.
That night, when Mr. Fu returned home from work, he smelled a very attractive fragrance of roses that almost whetted his appetite as soon as he entered the door.
That’s right, it whets the appetite.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting, Mrs. Fu packed up the flowers that Baby Fu had torn, and then made a sweet rose cake according to the online tutorial.
She has been pregnant for five months recently. For the sake of safety, she doesn't go out very often, and she can't stand being idle at home. The third book is written in this way.
But it is always boring to read books, so she occasionally reads online tutorials and goes to the kitchen to make some desserts by herself.
The finished products are sometimes good and sometimes bad. Generally, Baobao Fu will save some for Mr. Fu when he eats leftovers. Basically, Mr. Fu accepts all the bad ones.
Judging by the aroma that wafts through the house today, the finished product should be very good, at least it smells very comfortable.
Mr. Fu walked towards the house, and only then did he enter the living room. Baby Fu, who was sitting obediently in the living room, caught sight of his eyes, jumped up immediately, and trotted to meet him.
"Father, you are finally back!"
Fu Jingxing bent down and rubbed the tender face of the little milk bag: "Why are you so enthusiastic today?"
Fu Baobao blinked a pair of big innocent eyes, took his hand and walked inside.
"Mom made a small cake, and she said I can't eat it with you until Dad comes home."
Fu Jingxing curled his lips flatly, and he knew that the child would not miss him when it was not about his interests.
But he still obediently dragged him in with his small hands, and followed him into the kitchen. As soon as he entered, Fu Jingxing understood what Li Jingman was thinking. exposed.
In order to prevent Baobao Fu from being disobedient, Mrs. Fu placed the plate containing the rose cake very high, at a height that Fu Jingxing could reach out with his hand, but Baobao Fu with short legs was far behind.
Fu Jingxing reached out, took off the rose cake, and handed it to the little milk boy who was looking at him eagerly.
"Take it and eat it."
Fu Baobao reached out to take it with bright eyes, and then generously took a table knife to cut it in two.
"Dad, we are half of us!"
After finishing speaking, he stopped caring about Fu Jingxing, and stuffed the pastry into his throat in small mouthfuls until half of the pastry was almost finished, with a look of regret on his little face.
Seeing this, Fu Jingxing cut off a small piece of the cake and pushed it in front of him, which was left untouched after a bite. Fu Baobao smiled at him embarrassedly, with a sly look in his eyes. .
"Dad, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you."
Fu Jingxing lightly rolled his eyelids, and looked at the child without any emotional fluctuations. Fu Baobao didn't agree with him, he was used to it, and now all his hopes were pinned on the second one in Mrs. Fu's belly.
I hope the other party is a sweet and lovely little princess, and you must comfort him, an old father who basically has no one to care for him at home.
Under his gaze, Qianqian carefully took the other half of the cake to his hand, and then slowly approached Fu Jingxing. When he was speaking, the small mouth covered in cake crumbs was still exhaling the aroma of roses.
"Mom asked me to tell you for her that she loves you."
For a moment, Baobao Fu could nod his head confidently and say that his father's eyes bloomed with a look that was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it, which was better than thousands of blooming roses in the garden.
(End of this chapter)
Things like genes are really scary. Mrs. Fu never expected that Fu Jingxing could even pass on the bad habit of destroying roses to Qianqian.
That day, she completed the copyright handover of her third book at the publishing house. As soon as she got home, she saw Qianqian sitting in the living room alone, holding a bunch of roses with no expression on her face and constantly tearing their leaves.
With a fair and handsome little face, the gloomy look shown when the expressionless face is downcast is [-]% like his father's expression at certain times, and the wreckage of roses has been scattered all over the ground at his feet!
At that moment, Li Jingman seemed to see the former Fu Jingxing in a trance, and almost ran away in fright.
Just thinking that it was her own child, she still gritted her teeth, walked towards him enduring the numbness of her scalp, and wanted to ask Qianqian why he did this.
What should a child do if his father inherited a bad mental illness? !Of course, it must be stopped as soon as possible!
Adhering to the principle of being a loving mother who guides the child on the right path of life, Li Jingman gradually approached Qianqian.
Then, she heard the broken thoughts that she couldn't detect at a distance.
While tearing the petals, Xiao Qianqian whispered resentfully.
"They will love me more than they will..."
"They will love me more than they will..."
"They will love me more than they will..."
Every time he said a word, he tore a petal and threw it down.
When the last petal of the flower in his hand fell, it stopped at "They will not love me more", and Qianqian showed an expression that was about to cry, and the hearts of those who watched it were broken.
"Qianqian, what are you doing?"
The fear in Li Jingman's heart subsided, and he stared helplessly at the little milkman for a while, seeing that he was frustrated and immediately took out a flower to continue tearing, so she had no choice but to interrupt.
Qianqian was obviously taken aback when he heard her voice, and jumped up from the sofa on the spot, frantically trying to hide the roses destroyed by him behind him, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't achieve his goal.
In the end, the little milk boy could only lower his head a little embarrassedly, but there was a strange light in his eyes, which was the cleverness and cunning that a child of his age should not have.
"I'm imitating Dad."
He looked at Li Jingman carefully, and said softly.
Li Jingman knew it was like this, but she also had some doubts: "Have you ever seen your father like this?"
Seeing that her mother's attention had been diverted, Qianqian nodded instantly, with a cute face.
He took out the flower that he hid again, and a scene was restored.
"The last time Mom went to the signing with Uncle Xia, Dad was just like me..."
He lowered his head, grabbed the poor rose petals and began to tear them.
"She loves me, she doesn't love me..."
"She loves me, she doesn't love me..."
"She loves me, she doesn't love me..."
Li Jingman: "..."
Recently, she wrote a third book related to history. The publisher liked it very much after reading it. At the same time, she also expressed her regret that she could not hold a signing event for her second book.
Fu Jingxing was there at the time, and upon hearing the words, he said that if she wanted to hold a signing event, she would do it. What did he say at the time?
"Honey, I believe in you, as long as you are happy, I will be happy if you are happy."
On the day of the autograph signing, she didn't see Fu Jingxing. At that time, she thought that the man's measure had finally improved... So did he go home and tear it up?
Fortunately, by coincidence, I was bumped into by the child, and even more coincidentally, I let the child learn it...
This is really... Li Jingman held his forehead, covered the expression on his face, and sighed deeply.
But vaguely, I felt that the man seemed a little...cute.
She stopped pious behavior and asked him seriously.
"Did Dad tell you why he did that?"
Qianqian looked up with a small face and looked serious: "Father said that even if he knew that the result of doing what he wanted would be self-deception, it was better than not having any hope at all."
...Okay, cute or something, take it back for now.
Li Jingman began to think seriously, what kind of life did Fu Jingxing live with her before?
This man's heart...is so bitter.
Thinking about it carefully, Fu Jingxing's behavior of tearing up flowers seemed to really appear after he married her. She had never seen such a gloomy side of him when they were dating.
Later, after she got married, she was afraid when she saw him like that, let alone actively communicate with him and ask him why he did that.
Now that he learned the truth from Qianqian, Li Jingman was a little dumbfounded.
That night, when Mr. Fu returned home from work, he smelled a very attractive fragrance of roses that almost whetted his appetite as soon as he entered the door.
That’s right, it whets the appetite.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting, Mrs. Fu packed up the flowers that Baby Fu had torn, and then made a sweet rose cake according to the online tutorial.
She has been pregnant for five months recently. For the sake of safety, she doesn't go out very often, and she can't stand being idle at home. The third book is written in this way.
But it is always boring to read books, so she occasionally reads online tutorials and goes to the kitchen to make some desserts by herself.
The finished products are sometimes good and sometimes bad. Generally, Baobao Fu will save some for Mr. Fu when he eats leftovers. Basically, Mr. Fu accepts all the bad ones.
Judging by the aroma that wafts through the house today, the finished product should be very good, at least it smells very comfortable.
Mr. Fu walked towards the house, and only then did he enter the living room. Baby Fu, who was sitting obediently in the living room, caught sight of his eyes, jumped up immediately, and trotted to meet him.
"Father, you are finally back!"
Fu Jingxing bent down and rubbed the tender face of the little milk bag: "Why are you so enthusiastic today?"
Fu Baobao blinked a pair of big innocent eyes, took his hand and walked inside.
"Mom made a small cake, and she said I can't eat it with you until Dad comes home."
Fu Jingxing curled his lips flatly, and he knew that the child would not miss him when it was not about his interests.
But he still obediently dragged him in with his small hands, and followed him into the kitchen. As soon as he entered, Fu Jingxing understood what Li Jingman was thinking. exposed.
In order to prevent Baobao Fu from being disobedient, Mrs. Fu placed the plate containing the rose cake very high, at a height that Fu Jingxing could reach out with his hand, but Baobao Fu with short legs was far behind.
Fu Jingxing reached out, took off the rose cake, and handed it to the little milk boy who was looking at him eagerly.
"Take it and eat it."
Fu Baobao reached out to take it with bright eyes, and then generously took a table knife to cut it in two.
"Dad, we are half of us!"
After finishing speaking, he stopped caring about Fu Jingxing, and stuffed the pastry into his throat in small mouthfuls until half of the pastry was almost finished, with a look of regret on his little face.
Seeing this, Fu Jingxing cut off a small piece of the cake and pushed it in front of him, which was left untouched after a bite. Fu Baobao smiled at him embarrassedly, with a sly look in his eyes. .
"Dad, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you."
Fu Jingxing lightly rolled his eyelids, and looked at the child without any emotional fluctuations. Fu Baobao didn't agree with him, he was used to it, and now all his hopes were pinned on the second one in Mrs. Fu's belly.
I hope the other party is a sweet and lovely little princess, and you must comfort him, an old father who basically has no one to care for him at home.
Under his gaze, Qianqian carefully took the other half of the cake to his hand, and then slowly approached Fu Jingxing. When he was speaking, the small mouth covered in cake crumbs was still exhaling the aroma of roses.
"Mom asked me to tell you for her that she loves you."
For a moment, Baobao Fu could nod his head confidently and say that his father's eyes bloomed with a look that was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it, which was better than thousands of blooming roses in the garden.
(End of this chapter)
