Chapter 97 When will you have a child with Yancheng?

He frowned, but didn't think much about it. Instead, he turned around and walked to the table nearby to continue reading the work emails online.

The next morning, he went downstairs very early, and Liu Qiong came out with a Western-style breakfast.

Fu Yancheng glanced around the living room, but did not see the mistress of the house.

Liu Qiong seemed to know what he was looking for and quickly explained.

"Miss Sheng was a little tired yesterday and asked me not to call her this morning."

Fu Yancheng also thought of Sheng Zhong's hospitalization. She probably came back from the hospital last night.

But didn’t Sheng Zhong pretend to be ill on purpose?

There was a hint of coolness on his thin lips, he finished his breakfast slowly and got into the car parked outside.

On the first night of staying in Shanxiao, he didn't see his wife, whom he hadn't seen for three years.

I don't know if she was able to keep her composure or if she deliberately aroused his interest in this way.

If it's the latter, she's using the wrong person, and he won't be interested in her.

never.

After going to Fu's, Fu Yancheng gave Qi Shen instructions.

"At noon, buy something and go see Sheng Zhong."

Qi Shen nodded in agreement.

In Shanxiao, Liu Qiong waited for Fu Yancheng to leave before knocking on Sheng Mian's door.

Sheng Mian had already finished washing up and was waiting for her to come to her.

"he's gone?"

"Yes, Miss Sheng, just left."

Sheng Mian also went downstairs.

"Miss Sheng, if you are avoiding suspicion because of Mrs. Bai's words, do you want me to tell the old man?"

"No, Aunt Liu, I don't treat you as an outsider, so I won't hide it from you. I don't like Fu Yancheng. I married him because of the 300 million yuan in financing. It's normal for Ms. Bai to dislike me because of that. , I will divorce Fu Yancheng as soon as grandpa recovers."

Liu Qiong had nothing to say and could only nod.

Sheng Mian had breakfast, picked up the gift for Mr. Fu, and planned to visit the old house.

Mr. Fu now lives alone in the old house, where there are many servants and doctors.

Probably because he returned to China, the old man was in good spirits. When he saw Sheng Mian, he stood up excitedly on crutches.

"Mianmian, you're finally here."

A trace of guilt appeared on Sheng Mian's face, and she quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry. Dad suddenly had some health problems yesterday. He didn't notice that he missed the pick-up time. This is the gift I brought."

The gift Sheng Mian gave to the old man was not bought outside. After all, Mr. Fu was in this position and couldn't buy anything he wanted.

What she gave as a gift was a painting she drew, and she felt a little embarrassed when she gave it away.

"I heard that Grandpa, you have always liked "Gao Yi Tu", so I boldly added in the missing parts of the other half without making any jokes."

When Mr. Fu called Sheng Mian, he always regretted that only half of the "Gao Yi Tu" he had collected before was left in pieces. But even if it was only half, it would not affect it from becoming a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. Now I heard that Sheng Mian inherited the other half. , his eyes lit up.

"Why would Grandpa laugh at you? I have always recognized your child's painting skills, otherwise Zhang Rong would not have accepted you as his apprentice."

Zhang Rong is the current representative of traditional Chinese painting, and the only closed disciple is Sheng Mian.

But Sheng Mian is a low-key person and has rarely told anyone about his identity in these years.

It just happened that Zhang Rong and Mr. Fu knew each other, and Sheng Mian saved the old man's face. Mr. Fu really liked her, so he took the opportunity to let her marry Fu Yancheng.

Mr. Fu couldn't wait to open the scroll.

In the half of the fragment collected by the old man, there were only four people sitting on luxurious blankets, served by children beside them, and separated by rocks and trees, which looked elegant and unique.

But there should be seven people in the painting itself, and the other three have been lost.

Sheng Mian had the idea of ​​repairing this when she was in college. This painting was not just damaged like other ancient paintings, it was incomplete, so she tried to draw it herself and copied it for several years. Dare to show your shame in front of the old man.

A relieved smile appeared on Mr. Fu's face.

"If that guy Zhang Rong knew that you were no longer participating in the competition, he would definitely be very heartbroken."

A trace of guilt appeared on Sheng Mian's face, "Grandpa, I will start painting again after I complete the current task at hand."

"That's good, don't waste your talent. I like this very much. I'll have it hung on the wall of the study later."

The corners of Sheng Mian's mouth were curved, and her face was generous and decent.

"As long as you like it."

"Mianmian, when do you plan to have a child with Yancheng?"

After Mr. Fu said this, he started covering his mouth and coughing.

There was a trace of chaos in his eyes, as if he was trying his best to suppress the discomfort in his body.

Sheng Mian knew that Mr. Fu was in very bad health, so he did not dare to say any words of rejection at this moment, "Grandpa, I will do it as soon as possible."