Living for over twenty years, this was the first ti in Fu Shihan’s life that he felt this inexplicably intense nervousness.
Last year, when Fu Shili went to Sheng Qian’s house to celebrate Sheng Qian’s father’s birthday, how did he ridicule him?
Now it seems the tables have really turned.
Seeing Qi Ran’s attitude just now, he knows she definitely won’t give him a warm welco tomorrow night.
Fu Shihan thought for a mont, then let out a heavy sigh, pulled the quilt over his face, and went to sleep.
Thinking no more of it.
No matter how much he thought, he had to go. An ugly son-in-law will eventually et his mother-in-law; if there’s a conflict, so be it, just endure it and it’ll be over.
Fu Shihan, having resigned himself to fate, fell asleep. Next door, Qi Ran entered the house and went upstairs to find Su Yao.
"The person living next door, isn’t it Fu Shihan?"
She cut straight to the chase. Su Yao nodded after hearing her, "Mom, did you see him?"
"Why didn’t you tell before? When did he move in?"
"I thought you knew... He was already here when Wanwan and I moved in, Su Yu must’ve been out of his mind when he bought the house, not even checking on who the neighbors were."
Qi Ran frowned and cursed Su Yu a few tis, then asked, "Did Fu Shihan ever bother Wanwan?"
"Yes!!! The shaless kind! Taking advantage of his good looks to be domineering!"
Qi Ran: "..."
Qi Ran: "Forget it, let’s go to sleep."
With an unspeakable feeling, she turned to leave, turning off the light for Su Yao before departing, then went to her bedroom to wash up and laid down to rest.
Wanxin knew that Qi Ran was going to attend Ruida’s opening banquet and had been inford in advance that she had to attend as well.
She guessed Qi Ran probably had sothing in mind; this visit was most likely aid at venting on her behalf.
Wanxin didn’t refuse, nor did she know how to start to refuse.
After a year of living together, she could feel that Qi Ran truly cherished her.
She couldn’t refuse this kindness, and besides, she’s Qi Ran’s daughter, not sothing to be ashad of. It’s bound to be known by everyone sooner or later. Go with the flow and face it when it cos.
After work in the evening, Su Yao drove over with Yangyang to pick her up.
As soon as Wanxin got in the car, she noticed Su Yao had cut her hair again, which had finally grown a bit longer, and was now short to the ears again.
"Why did you cut your hair?"
Wanxin asked, puzzled. Su Yao just smiled after hearing this and replied, "I’m used to it, it feels uncomfortable when my hair gets long. What about you? Keeping long hair like that isn’t botherso?"
It takes a lot of ti each day to wash and blow-dry it.
"Soone likes it," Wanxin replied with a smile, and after speaking, she and Su Yao both froze unexpectedly.
She was montarily dazed, her mind suddenly blank.
Soone likes her long hair.
How could she say sothing like that, and who could that person be...
Wanxin thought for a mont, then sighed with a wry smile: "Let’s drive."
Su Yao nodded silently, started the car, and set off. In the backseat, Yangyang, listening to their conversation, kicked his little legs as if to stake his presence: "I like mom’s long hair too! Mom is the prettiest!"
Every day, he was buttering up his mom with complints; Su Yao was already used to it.
Anyway, his mom is beautiful, always beautiful. Both long and short hair suits her, even if she were to shave it all off, she would be the prettiest bald head.
With such a sweet mouth, who knows how many girls he’ll charm when he grows up.
This slick talk definitely isn’t like Wanxin; it must be inherited from his dad.
Thinking this, Su Yao pursed her lips, feeling displeased.
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