Feng Siye changed his shoes and entered the house, "I'm sorry."
Jiang's mother twitched her lips without saying anything, and her attitude was much more alienated than before. Feng Siye smiled bitterly and strode up to Jiang Li and the child, "Are you okay?"
"Something happened." Yangyang held flour in his hand and said with a sullen face, "My mommy was almost beaten by your sister's bodyguard."
My mommy.
Your sister.
I was already drawing boundaries with him in my words.
Feng Siye sat next to the little guy and touched his head. Yangyang looked away with a cold face and refused his touch. Feng Siye sighed, "I have asked your second uncle to punish her."
"Last time Tangtang was hurt by her, you punished her, but just now, she caused trouble for mommy again." The little guy questioned, "Is it your sister who is too bad, or you punished her too much?"
It’s lighter.”
"..."
For the first time, Feng Siye was blocked by a child and was speechless.
He was silent for a moment before saying, "It won't happen this time. I asked your second uncle to throw her into a special training school. If she doesn't learn well, she won't be released."
The little guy stared at him, still confused.
"Okay Yangyang." Jiang Li scratched his nose with flour-covered fingers, "Your daddy is your daddy, and Feng Tingting is Feng Tingting. Be reasonable and don't act like someone who is angry.
"
"Children can be unreasonable. Who said it belonged to his sister? If Tangtang grew up to be like this, I would have slapped her away."
Tangtang stared, "Tangtang doesn't know how."
"Humph, you have grown so much in vain, you are not even as good as a three-year-old child."
The little guy said sarcastically. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He jumped out of the chair angrily, turned around and went back to the room. The little girl looked at Feng Siye and then at Yangyang's back. He hesitated for a second and still chased after her.
Up.
Feng Siye took the opportunity to sit down next to Jiang Li.
Sitting on the other side of her was Fu Zimo. Fu Zimo took off his suit and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his strong forearms. He was holding a piece of dough in his hand and was making dumplings skillfully.
Seeing him looking over, Fu Zimo raised his head, and the two men's eyes collided in the air, with the hostility and defensiveness they both knew well, sparks flying.
"Thank you very much Mr. Fu for today."
"I helped my friend, so I don't need Mr. Feng to thank me." Fu Zimo chuckled, "Although your sister is an adult and her behavior has nothing to do with Mr. Feng, but... since her surname is Feng, she represents the Feng family.
Mr. Feng should take good care of his image, otherwise, people who don't know why will see it and think that the entire Feng family is uneducated."
"I don't need Mr. Fu to worry about my family's affairs."
Fu Zimo smiled lightly, "If Feng Tingting hadn't found trouble and found Jiang Jiang, I wouldn't have said any nonsense."
"..."
Feng Siye smiled half-heartedly, "I just think it's quite a coincidence."
"It's quite a coincidence. I happened to be in the mall buying things for my new home. Fortunately, I love to join in the fun, otherwise I might not have been able to arrive in time." Fu Zimo looked at Jiang Li and said with a smile, "Maybe it's fate.
"
Feng Siye smiled slightly, "If you have a fate with someone else's girlfriend, it can only be considered a bad fate."
"Hey, have you become a regular employee?"
Feng Siye said nothing, only smiled and put his hand on Jiang Li's waist.
Jiang Li's scalp was numb.
here we go again.
Do these two people have to talk in such a weird way, with swords and swords flashing? She looked at the two of them and said sincerely, "How about you two continue, and I will make room for you?"
"No need."
"Need not."
The two said in unison, then looked at each other and turned away in disgust.
This damn tacit understanding.
…
Several people continued to make dumplings.
Feng Siye glanced at the stuffing in the stainless steel basin. The stuffing with pork and cabbage was Fu Zimo's favorite.
He suddenly became a little autistic.
"What's wrong?"
Feng Siye took a piece of dough and squeezed to Jiang Li's side, "I'll help you."
"Will you?"
"..."
Of course not.
One minute later.
Jiang Li looked at the dumpling wrappers filled with meat stuffing in Feng Siye's hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Are you making dumplings or making meat buns?"
"..."
Feng Siye took another look at the dumplings that Fu Zimo had just put on the table. The ingot-shaped dumplings seemed to be mocking his hands-on ability.
Feng Siye refused to admit defeat.
He took another dough wrapper and carefully observed Jiang Li's movements. He also found that the filling was a little less. Then he folded the round dumpling wrapper in half and pinched it tightly.
Although it still doesn't look good, at least it is a complete dumpling.
His confidence was immediately restored. While making dumplings, he talked to Fu Zimo, "Mr. Fu doesn't have to work today?"
"Need not."
Feng Siye glanced at his suit draped on the chair and said with a smile, "It turns out that Mr. Fu wears formal clothes even when he is not working."
"I just moved to Jiangcheng, and I haven't prepared much clothes." Fu Zimo was very calm, "Why don't you go shopping in the mall today during the working day?"
"..."
You can't get through this, right?
Feng Siye glanced at Jiang Li and changed the subject again, "I thought Mr. Fu went home."
"It's not that Uncle Jiang and Auntie insist on me staying for lunch. I can't refuse their hospitality." Fu Zimo put down the dumplings and looked up at him with a smile. "Mr. Feng just rushed back from the company. If you are busy, you can go first."
Go back to the company."
"There are guests at home, how can I leave?"
Speaking as if he was the man of the house, Fu Zimo pretended to be surprised, "Have you and Jiang Jiang obtained the certificates?"
Feng Siye's expression remained unchanged, "It's planned."
"Oh, that means I haven't received it yet." Fu Zimo laughed, "That's right. Judging from your sister's attitude towards Jiang Jiang today, your family probably doesn't agree with your marriage."
"..."
Every word and every word stabbed him in the heart, and the stabs were extremely precise.
Feng Siye grimaced, "I will solve it."
"Then let's wait until you solve it."
"..."
Both of them had very strong auras. Jiang Li was sandwiched between them and felt the cold wind blowing on his face like a knife, causing pain.
She stood up decisively.
"where did you go?"
"where did you go?"
Again in unison.
Jiang Li's mouth twitched fiercely, "It's almost enough. I'm going to wash my hands and cook dumplings with my mother."
She looked at Xiaohan next to Feng Siye, worried that the little guy would be accidentally injured, so she walked over, picked up Xiaohan and walked towards the pool, "You two continue."
"..."
Feng Siye and Fu Zimo looked at each other.
Since Father Jiang was still in the living room, Feng Siye smiled and said, "We haven't seen you for a long time. Let's talk about business cooperation?"
Knowing that Feng Siye had something to say to him, and he happened to have something to say to Feng Siye, the two looked at each other and hit it off immediately.
"Go to the corridor."
"good."
The soundproofing effect of the entrance door of a prosperous and famous house is not good.
then.
One minute later.
The two of them stood at the entrance of the corridor on the fifteenth floor.
Feng Siye took out a cigarette and handed it to Fu Zimo, "Do you want it?"
"No." Fu Zimo clasped his hands and leaned on the handrail of the stairs, smiling and saying, "Jiang Jiang has never liked the smell of cigarettes since she was a child."
"..."
Feng Siye calmly put the cigarette back into the cigarette case.
He raised his head and got straight to the point.
"Mr. Fu, please stay away from my girlfriend from now on!"