Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 477

"I've seen a ghost. Suddenly, someone who looks exactly like the child ran out. I heard that Sister Rao has an ex-husband."

"So this kid really doesn't belong to our boss? Why do Brother Zhao and that surnamed Cheng keep teaching the kids to call the boss Dad?"

"Don't you understand? Our boss likes Sister Rao so much, of course he also recognizes this child."

"It seems that I haven't heard the boss say that this child is his."

"I don't know what our boss thinks. If you like Sister Rao, why don't you just kill this person? What's the use of locking him up? And Sister Rao too, she's been with our boss for three years. Why is a man who only came to find a wife and child in three years being polite to him? Thinking of him as a woman who has endured so much hardship, looking for a younger brother and raising a child at the same time, and always dodging Sangbo's pursuit, living with a group of old men all day long. Only one finger can be considered a firm foothold, and this kind of irresponsible running to pick up ready-made ones should be thrown directly into the Mekong River to feed the fish."

"He doesn't call it looking for a wife and children, but destroying other people's families. Everyone in the camp has long regarded Sister Rao as a sister-in-law."

All the conversations between the two at the door reached Fu Sicheng's ears.

These words beat Fu Sicheng like a whip.

His wife was treated as someone else's wife, his son was treated as someone else's son, and even his own appearance now became a third party who destroyed them.

Fu Sicheng loved his wife, owed his children, and hated himself as a husband and father.

With a creak, the door opened.

Fu Sicheng, who was contemplating at the table for a long time, turned his head and saw that the little guy who ran away twenty minutes ago had returned.

The little guy looked at him, then walked in with one side of his trousers in his hands, came to Fu Sicheng, bent down and took out a heavy bottle of milk from his trouser pocket, held it with his two little hands, and handed it to Fu Sicheng.

Fu Si took over, and he couldn't believe it: "For Dad?"

The little guy nodded his head, panting for breath while running.

"You heard that Dad can't eat these dishes, so you went to get milk for Dad?"

The little guy nodded again.

Holding the milk, Fu Sicheng's eyes were sore, and he was moved indescribably: "Thank you." He held the glass bottle of milk tightly in his hand, treating it as precious as a treasure.

The little guy took out his pocket and took out something for him.It's two grapes, the grapes he brought to his mother, he just secretly kept two.

Fu Si took over and said with a smile: "Your mother likes grapes very much, do you like them too?"

The little guy didn't speak, he stared at the two grapes in his hand for a while, then looked at Fu Sicheng, then turned and ran away again.Fu Sicheng couldn't stop calling him.

Fu Sicheng sat on the stool and stared at the door, feeling that the child would come back.

After about a while, the little guy came back again, with the pockets on both sides of his clothes bulging.

After taking the two deformed sandwiches that the child took out from his pocket for a long time, Fu Sicheng's eyes wet when he looked at the child who was sweating profusely and blushing.

"Dad has enough to eat, so there's no need to take it." Fu Sicheng's throat was sore and he choked slightly.

"Did Mommy tell you about Dad?"

The little guy shook his head.

Song Rao never told him, and even he may not understand who he is, but he is willing to get close to him.

This instinct gave Fu Sicheng great comfort.

"Is this the first time you've met your father?"

The little guy nodded.

"It's also the first time Dad sees you."

Fu Sicheng saw that he was carrying something, a rather large thing on his back: "What is this?"

Fu Sicheng took it down for him.

The little guy hugged him.

He carried this thing before, is it a burden, or: "Is this a pillow?"

The little guy didn't speak, just hugged the pillow, a pair of black eyes that looked exactly like Fu Sicheng glanced at the small and shabby bed implicitly, and then looked back at Fu Sicheng.

(End of this chapter)