Kuai Chuan Ancestor: Paranoid villain is addicted to pets

Chapter 77 Delicate cannon fodder vs gloomy disabled boss 77
"Hmph, sooner or later I will succeed."

An Qing snorted softly and clenched her small fists.

Fu Jingchen can walk normally when he is at home, but he is in a wheelchair when he goes out.

The next day.

Group company, president's office, Wu Feng knocked on the door and came in, putting a kraft paper bag on his desk.

"This is……"

"It's for you, it's on the front desk."

Fu Jingchen opened the bag and poured out a stack of photos. He picked up the photos and looked at them, then smiled, and waved to An Qing who was eating cake on the sofa, "Xiaoqing, come here."

"what?"

An Qing walked up to him and looked down. In the photo was the back of a man holding a girl in his arms.

"...Isn't this us? Who sent you this for what?" An Qing's eyes darkened for a moment, and then she blinked and asked.

"It's probably to provoke our relationship, but she doesn't know that this man is me." Fu Jingchen said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Idiot." An Qing snorted coldly and scolded.

settle down.

An Xue, who was nestled on the sofa, sneezed hard.

She rubbed her nose wondering if she had caught a cold.

Suddenly, there were several knocks on the door.

An Xue's heart tightened, she pursed her lower lip, and asked, "Who is it?"

"I."

The man's low voice came in, An Xue closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, walked to the door, opened the door, and pulled a difficult smile from the corner of her mouth, "Dad, what's the matter?"

"I haven't seen Shen Yan for a long time, so I asked him to come over for dinner tonight."

"……it is good."

An Xue complied. After An Jiahe left, An Xue's expression turned cold instantly.

Have a meal?

Now he doesn't even reply to her messages, and doesn't answer her phone calls, how could he come over for dinner.

The old man's birthday is here, Fu Jingchen and An Qing drove back to the old house.

"Grandpa, happy birthday."

"Happy birthday."

An Qing, Fu Jingchen put the gift on the table and congratulated the old man.

"Happy, happy, I will be happier if you can add another great-grandson to me sometime."

The old man looked at them benevolently and urged.

Fu Jingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and sat on the chair with a speechless expression, "what are you in a hurry for?"

"Why am I not in a hurry, I am no longer in a hurry, maybe one day..."

"Grandpa, it's your birthday today, don't say such depressing words." An Qing covered his mouth with her hands, not wanting him to say any more, and said angrily.

"Okay, I won't say it, but you all work hard, don't take this matter to heart."

The old man held her hand and patted it lightly.

"I want to work hard, but someone needs to cooperate."

An Qing sat beside Fu Jingchen, and gave him a sad look.

Fu Jingchen: "..."

The old man glared at him immediately, with a look on his face, "You really don't live up to it, I'm going to be pissed off."

Fu Jingchen sighed and looked at An Qing with helplessness.

An Qing ignored him, picked up the teacup with a smile and took a sip of tea.

The three of them were chatting, and not long after, other Fu family members also came.

They put gifts on the table and congratulated the old man.

After saying congratulations, Fu Mingkun turned around and sat opposite Fu Jingchen, and gave him a gloomy look.

Fu Jingchen was not afraid at all, and met his sight frankly.

Fu Mingkun clenched his lower teeth and lowered his eyelids.

The whole family exchanged lively greetings for a while, and when it was time for dinner, the servants brought up sumptuous meals one after another, and a dozen people sat at the dining table and began to eat dinner in silence.

Because the meals in the old house were all made by famous chefs in the hotel, An Qing ate very happily, but suddenly, she felt a bunch of unfriendly eyes cast over her.

(End of this chapter)