Chapter 978

< br >Chapter 978 < br >"good news? If you don't kill me, it's good news. " Fu Yechen sneered and teased. < br >Qin Anan was silent for a few seconds, using the provocative method: "is that what you are going to do?" Wouldn't you be scared out of your wits if your uncle asked you out? " < br >Fu Yechen: "Qin Anan! Why are you chasing me and scolding? I have nothing left. What do you want from me? I don't want to hear about you and my uncle, and I don't care. When you get married, it has nothing to do with me! My uncle would never invite me! " < br >when he finished, Qin Anan said calmly, "your uncle and I are really going to get married. It's up to me whether to invite you or not. Your uncle listens to me. " < br >Fu Yechen froze. < br >"Fu Yechen, come out and meet! There's something I want to say to you. " In order to let him out, Qin Anan used Fu Shiting as bait. "in fact, your uncle is not so heartless." When you come out, we'll have a good chat. " < br >Fu Yechen was relieved and agreed to meet. < br >about forty minutes later, the two met in a coffee shop. < br >after sitting down by the window, Qin Anan ordered a latte. < br >"Qin Anan, are you really going to marry my uncle?" Fu Yechen stared at her face and asked. < br >"I can't lie to you about such a thing." Qin Anan said, "you and your father sold your old house. Where do you live now?" If you want to come to our wedding, I'll have someone send you an invitation. " < br >Fu Yechen was a little flattered: "did you really invite me?" < br >"or what? If you come to the wedding reception with your father, you can eat Fu Shiting with only two mouths and two meals. " Qin Anan asked, "where do you live now?" < br >"I'm renting a house now, but I haven't picked a new house yet." My dad wants to get out of here. I don't agree. So there are still conflicts over this matter. " Fu Yechen was a little depressed when he talked about this. "I admit that I was unfilial and hurt my father." I want to be nice to him in the future. " < br >"it's nice of you to have such a heart." Qin Anan's eyes, unconsciously fixed on his hair, "by the way, what are your plans in the future?" Professionally. " < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []) .ush ({}); < br >"I want to start my own business." Fu Yechen said sadly, "I've never been to work. I can't stand that anger." It's impossible for me to work for anyone in my life. " < br >"Oh." Qin Anan expected this answer. < br >Fu Yechen is a young man born with a golden key. Coupled with the fact that his elders have doted on him since childhood, he cannot bear hardship. < br >although Fu Shiting is also a young master, his living environment and mental journey are completely different from Fu Yechen's because of the chanting. < br >"is it true that my uncle doesn't hate me that much?" Fu Yechen regretted it every day and wanted to go back to hug his uncle's thigh. < br >at this time, the waiter came with two cups of coffee. < br >after taking a sip of coffee, Qin Anan looked at Fu Yechen's hair again: "Why have you grown gray?" < br >he was stupefied for a moment: "really?" < br >Qin Anan immediately got up and walked up to him. "Don't move, I'll pull it for you." Otherwise, it will grow more and more. You don't have a family yet. if you have gray hair, you won't be able to find a girlfriend in the future. " < br >she said, pulling a few hairs off his head quickly. < br >"Ah! Aah! " Fu Yechen held his head and exclaimed, "Qin Anan! What are you doing?! Where did you pull out one? did you pull out a pinch?! Why does it hurt so much? " < br >Qin Anan felt the strange eyes coming from around him and quickly put his hair into the prepared small bag. < br >at the same time, she said to herself: Fu Yechen just can't! Fu Shiting didn't say a word when she pulled out her hair. < br >she dares to say that if she were to pull out the hair of other adults, even if she did pull out a pinch, other people would never yell like Fu Yechen. < br >"I didn't say you had only one gray hair." Qin Anan returned to his seat and sat down. < br >Fu Yechen felt the pain just now, and the hand holding his head was put down, but the expression on his face was particularly sad: "where is my white hair?" Show me! " < br >< br/ >< br >