Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 59 Fu Xiheng, is that you?
"Grandpa," upon seeing this, Fu Xichen hurriedly interjected, blocking what the old man had said.

Because no matter what, Fu Xichen was always on Fu Zijin's side.

Besides, she didn't want to see Fu Xiheng's pained face when his scars were uncovered.

The old lady glared at the old man beside her angrily, and said defensively: "Although Xiheng is not young, he is a man after all, so he inevitably likes to play a little bit sometimes. However, he always knows it in his heart."

"What do you know?!" After being bullied again and again, the old man snorted coldly, "Our old Fu's family can only accept daughters from the Su family!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Fu Xiheng solemnly, "As for other women who are not fair or not, I advise you to stop thinking about it as soon as possible! You must know that this marriage contract with the Su family is your duty-bound obligation."

Fu Xiheng listened to him expressionlessly, and the smile on his lips became more ironic.

"So, grandpa is planning to use my life's happiness to pay for you?"

"You..." The veins on the old man's forehead trembled faintly, and he wanted to stand up and teach him a lesson.

"Grandpa, if you want to find someone who has been missing for more than ten years, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack." Fu Xichen finally couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and said.

"Besides, that girl doesn't know whether she's dead or alive. If... is it possible, do you still want Brother Xiheng to marry a dead man?"

"Sister Zijin is such a good person, and she is also the best person in the world to brother Xiheng. How can you force her away? You..."

"Bastard!" Hearing this, the old man stood up abruptly, "Do you still think our Fu family's embarrassment is not big enough?"

"I..." Fu Xichen bit his lip firmly, tears welled up in his eyes immediately, covered by the wet mist.

After saying those words, the huge living room suddenly fell into a tense and dull atmosphere.

The man with three-dimensional facial features, sharp and sharp, seemed to hide an ice skate in his eyes.

Just when the old man was about to say something, the phone rang.

Looking at the caller ID, Fu Xiheng frowned, and then walked out without waiting for the old man to speak.

"It's getting more and more lawless!" Seeing him stepping out of the living room, the old man's teeth were chattering in anger.

With a cold snort, he turned and went upstairs.

Seeing the phone ring persistently, Fu Xiheng took a deep breath and slid down the answer button.

However, Fu Xiheng did not speak first, but calmly watched the distance of the night, waiting for the little woman's voice to sound.

"Hi, is this Fu Xiheng?" After a moment of silence, seeing that the person on the other end of the phone had not spoken for a long time, An Nuan asked with some uncertainty.

Originally, she had thought of her lines from the beginning, but when the call was connected, her mind went blank.

He didn't know if it was the rain that was too loud, or her voice was too soft today. On the other end of the phone, he could only hear a reassuring voice.

"Fu Xiheng, is that you?" An Nuan asked again.

"Well, it's me."

"Well, I..." An Nuan sat on the bed, hugging her knees tightly, thinking about how to speak next.

I always feel that it's weird to talk to a man on the phone at night like this, especially on a rainy night when it's easy to feel emotional.

"It's so late, you haven't slept yet?" Before An Nuan could organize his words, the man's deep and mellow voice came.

　It was her sleepy curly hair that was laughing, cluttered against her ears.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)