Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 289
Song Rao prepared dinner and waited for him. As soon as Fu Sicheng entered the house, she told him about her father's gambling again, apologized to him, and assured him again that her father would not gamble again.

In the past two years, she hadn't saved any money for her brother, running the prison, and her own living expenses. Today, the tens of thousands of gambling debts were paid off with Fu Sicheng's card, so she couldn't hide it.

Only by taking the initiative to explain, he will not be suspicious.

"I said, money is not important. Dad only gambled because of the company's bankruptcy. As long as he can feel better, it doesn't matter how much he loses."

Listen, what a grand-sounding statement, Song Rao almost laughed out loud.A man can bend and stretch, but Fu Sicheng is not capable of bending and stretching. It can be said that he has no bottom line.Song Rao really wanted to know how he yelled "Dad" against his will.

She thought her acting skills were pretty good, but she didn't expect Fu Sicheng to be even better. After all, what is his status, he was willing to condescend to act, and even called a prisoner "Dad".

Song Rao was moved and blamed herself: "Si Cheng, thank you."

"Don't say 'thank you' and 'sorry' to me anymore. I don't like to hear them. You might as well give me a kiss if you say so much."

Fu Sicheng smiled and hugged her.

Song Rao smiled, tiptoed slightly and kissed his chin, Fu Sicheng was dissatisfied: "That's it?"

Song Rao patted his chest lightly, and said with a smile: "Okay, stop making trouble, go wash your hands and eat."

Fu Sicheng kissed her forehead, turned around and washed his hands.

Fu Sicheng said he wanted to take her back to Fu's house. Even though Song Rao was reluctant, he couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he could only follow him.

In the car, Fu Sicheng held her hand: "Don't be nervous, my family likes you very much, and Xiaochen is here."

Song Rao smiled and nodded: "Yeah."

At around seven o'clock, the car drove into the Fu family's mansion, a luxurious manor similar to Fu Sicheng's private residence, Cen Yuan, with a combination of Chinese and Western styles, showing a bit of human touch.

Fu Sicheng prepared gifts for his family members in Song Rao's name. Fu Chuchen was full of enthusiasm, calling each of his sister-in-laws dear, which made Mrs. Fu upset.

Under Fu Sicheng's guidance, Song Rao shouted from the old man to the Fu couple, grandpa, parents.

Except for Fu Chuchen, no one in the family was satisfied with Song Rao. They were picky and picky, and only one appearance and education could stand out, but Fu Sicheng liked it. They knew Fu Sicheng's temper well, so they could only admit it. When I got off, I was doing superficial work, not very enthusiastic, but I didn't lose my manners.

Fortunately, Fu Chuchen could say that Fu Chuchen was the one who warmed up the table. They didn't ask questions and ate in peace, which saved Song Rao a lot of trouble.

Fu Sicheng said that he would stay here for the night, otherwise he would leave after eating, which would be outrageous, Song Rao agreed meekly.

After dinner, Fu Sicheng first took Song Rao upstairs to see his room, and then took her for a walk and wandered around.

When he came back, only Fu Sicheng's father was there in the luxurious hall, and Song Rao smiled and called softly, "Dad."

It fully shows the temperament of a rich lady and the demeanor of a lady.

Apart from her family background, Song Rao really couldn't pick out any flaws. Father Fu was neither pleased nor tired of it, so he nodded in response.

"Si Cheng, your grandfather is waiting for you in his study."

"Where's the minister?" Fu Sicheng asked.

"Say it." He glanced at Song Rao and said, "Get food for Xiao Rao. I've been away for a while, and I should be back."

"Then you go up quickly, don't keep grandpa waiting for a long time, I'll wait for my minister here." Song Rao said to Fu Sicheng.

Fu Sicheng: "Can I be alone?"

Song Rao: "There is nothing wrong with my own home."

Fu Sicheng smiled, squeezed Song Rao's soft hand, and went upstairs.

Father Fu looked at Song Rao: "I don't know what you like to drink, tea or juice? Juice, girls like it."

Saying that, let the servant squeeze juice for Song Rao.

Song Rao walked over and sat down: "Thank you Dad."

Father Fu secretly looked at Song Rao, who was sitting upright and had a gentle and virtuous temperament. No matter how you look at it, he is not like what his wife and his wife and sister said, that he is fierce and cruel.

(End of this chapter)