Debt Collection

Yu Xintian didn't know why Yu Qing had to try to contact him again. Whether it was Fu Ke or himself, the rejection was obvious enough before.

Now he comes directly to the company and waits for someone.

It's not so much waiting, it's blocking.

Yu Xinyi pressed his lips tightly, distracting some thoughts.

The secretary soon knocked on the door again: "Mr. Yu, your aunt said she will wait forever."

"..." Yu Xintian helplessly, "Let her come in."

She took off her glasses, put them on the table, and rubbed her forehead. After a while, the door opened. Yu Qing took a Fu Qi'an's hand and walked in.

"Thank you." Secretary Yu Qingchong said before closing the door.

Fu Qi'an also laughed. He is now more than five years old, still very small, and his voice is very milky: "Thank you sister."

The secretary smiled immediately, and closed the door after complimenting him on his cuteness.

Yu Jinxian sat on the soft chair without giving any response, her eyes were calm.

A smile appeared on Yu Qing's face, and she shouted out Yu Jinxian: "Date."

Yu Qing is much younger than Yu Bowen, and now she is only thirty-seven years old. She is well maintained and knows how to dress up. Now she looks the same as it was a few years ago.

Her hair was curled in big waves, she was wearing a blue long dress, and she was carrying a brand-name bag in her hand. She could see that her life was very moist.

She has always been in good shape. She liked to wear cheongsam when she was young. Now that Fu Qi'an is so big, her figure is still not out of shape. This blue dress is a perfect match for her more and more calm temperament.

Yu Jinan has almost forgotten when he last met.

Fu Qi'an took Yu Qing's hand, and his eyes filled with curiosity when he looked at Yu Jinxian.

"An An, call her sister."

Fu Qi'an immediately said: "Sister."

Yu didn't answer recently, she stood up and pointed to the sofa: "Sit down."

Yu Qing took Fu Qi'an and sat down opposite Yu Jinan. Fu Qi'an hugged his mother, but kept his eyes on Yu Jinan's body.

"What's the matter?" Yu recently paused, still calling the other person, "Aunt."

"We are going to stay in Cloud City for a few days, so we just want to come and see you."

"You are now a well-known translator in China, and you will know where you are in one search."

Yu Qing's expression was gentle: "Date, congratulations, you are here in Yuncheng, and your career is still so successful."

There was water on the coffee table. Yu recently took out the cup and poured the water in a hurry.

Her eyes fell on the cup, and she whispered: "You don't need to come to see me, I'm very busy."

Yu Qing's expression is not unnatural or embarrassing, her smile still remains: "Is there time for dinner then?"

"As for our family, if you have time, I will make a reservation. The Palm Court Club is said to be pretty good..."

Yu recently had no patience. She raised her eyes and cut off Yu Qing's speech: "Auntie." She said, "Your family of three, don't count me."

"My surname is Yu, and your surname is Yu."

"I'm sorry." Yu recently nodded his chin to Fu Qi'an. "His surname is Fu."

Fu Qi'an was shrunk into his mother's arms when he saw this recently.

Yu recently pressed the corner of his mouth: "Didn't you say that he likes me very much?"

"An An." Yu Qing patted her son on the shoulder, "This is your sister in expectation."

Fu Qi'an is just over five years old, and Yu Jinxian has only met two or three times before, and Yu Jinxian has the same expression every time.

Yu recently pushed the water cup forward: "Don't force yourself." She smiled, "Auntie, if the relationship is broken, it will be broken. Don't think about repairing it. I still think you are a bit spine."

For so many years, Yu Qing often contacted her, trying to get forgiveness from others around every corner.

But what's the use?

Yu Jinxian only finds it funny.

"Period..."

"Oh, right."

"I and Fu Ke are lovers, do you think we still need to eat this dinner tonight?"