mtl008 357: No where
357: No where
Fu Wanwan looked down at the little girl beside her, and this time nodded in agreement in her heart.
Not to mention Fu Yueci, even she felt that the little girl was too delicate and smart, and those naughty boys were not worthy of her at all.
After thinking for a moment, she asked, "How long have you known your sister Wen You? Where did you meet?"
Fu Wanwan once again showed her gossipy instinct. She didn't even discriminate against anyone, even children were not spared.
But Qingqing was very cooperative. The little girl always liked to share things about her and Wen You with others, as if she wanted everyone to know that they were very good friends.
She tilted her head slightly, and said a lot to her obediently and enthusiastically.
If Wen You wasn't here right now, she would definitely pull little Wen You over and introduce him to Fu Wanwan.
It just so happened that Fu Wanwan also asked this question. After she felt the close relationship between the two girls from their words, she couldn't help but feel a little curious about Qingqing's best friend.
So I asked, "Did she come today?"
She knew that many people were coming to Fu Qiaoxi's engagement party today, and basically all the families in the circle that had not had conflicts or opposition with them were invited.
She thought, maybe she would be able to see what the little girl looked like later.
Qingqing praised her to the heavens and the earth, and her tone of admiration and love made her a little jealous.
Why didn’t she meet a fangirl friend like Qingqing when she was little? If someone had treated her like this when she was little, who knows what an optimistic and sunny little girl she would be now.
But Fu Wanwan was going to be disappointed. After hearing this question, the little girl pursed her lips in disappointment, her big black eyes blinked twice, and she spoke softly.
"Sister Wenyou went home with Grandpa. Qingqing will have to wait until school starts before she can see her."
Hearing the little guy's lost tone, Fu Yueci quickly interrupted him. He stood up, changed his seat, and sat next to Qingqing.
"It's okay, Qingqing. You can use your watch to call Wen You at night. Besides, City A is not very far away. If you miss her, we can fly back. We have a house there."
The little girl's eyes lit up when she heard that, and she nodded softly like a chick pecking at rice, "Okay, okay~"
In fact, although she couldn't go to play with Sister Wen You now, she knew what happened to Sister Wen You every day, and she would share with her what happened today, so she didn't feel lonely at all.
Thinking of this, two soft white dimples appeared on the little girl's face and she shook her legs in satisfaction.
Such pure and sincere feelings made Fu Wanwan extremely envious.
A child with a personality like Qingqing will always have someone who loves her no matter where she is.
People who are loved all have some similar characteristics. As she watched from the side, the image of Qingqing when she grew up seemed to have emerged in her mind.
That’s great! When she grows up to four years old in her next life, she will also live a lively, cheerful and lovable life.
Thinking of this, her cell phone suddenly rang several times in succession. Fu Wanwan picked it up and saw that it was a message from a friend of hers.
She poked the keyboard and replied, then stood up and said goodbye to Qingqing.
"I have a friend coming over and she's waiting for me in the hotel lobby. I need to go see her."
The little girl raised her head and listened to her quietly, then raised her little hand and waved it obediently like a lucky cat.
"Goodbye, sister~"
Fu Wanwan's expression softened a little, "Bye."
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something and looked back at Fu Yueci.
This time, her tone changed quickly, and she warned him seriously, "Fu Yueci, your hands are filthy. Don't touch Qingqing until you wash your hands."
Fu Yueci, whose hands were halfway extended, said: "..."
He was muttering to himself, looking very unconvinced, but after Fu Wanwan left, he still ran to wash his hands and applied hand cream when he came back.
Now I can finally hug Qingqing without any psychological burden.
It didn't take long before more and more people came here.
As the dinner was about to start, most people had already arrived, and Qingqing even saw her familiar sister.
Her family members are also coming today, but it’s not her mother who is coming, but her uncle.
Xiao Su and Shuang Jiang came together, and brought Cong Bushao with them. They came over and said a few words to Qingqing. Seeing that she was having fun, they left with peace of mind.
In the front, there were especially many people around Mr. Fu.
He was very popular wherever he went. Whenever he felt like attending a banquet, the organizers would treat him like the God of Wealth and worship him with great care.
His image in public has always been dignified and rigid, with a serious look on his face, making it difficult for people to figure out what he is thinking. Naturally, no one dares to be rude in front of him.
Most people keep a respectful distance from him, wanting to make themselves known to him but not daring to approach and talk to him.
But today, perhaps because he was smiling the whole time, his aura faded a little, and many people around him were eager to make a move.
After observing for a while and finding that the old man was in a really good mood today, they finally plucked up the courage to come over.
After the first person took the lead, those who were hesitant behind him also hurriedly followed suit. Soon, a large group of people gathered around the old man.
Everyone here is a smart person. No matter what thoughts they had in their minds when they came here, the first thing they had to do was to make the old man happy.
So all kinds of nice words came out of everyone's mouths as if they were free.
As she spoke, she studied the expression on his face and made some guesses in her mind.
The old man looks really good now, and because he is in high spirits due to the good news, he looks like he has suddenly become ten years younger than the last time we met.
Especially the few people who were close to it were even more frightened.
This condition actually looks better than those of them who are in their forties.
An old man who was about the same age as Mr. Fu spoke sourly, his eyes full of resentment, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have sat next to you. Being old is always a disadvantage, and now you make me look even older."
Those who know them think they are the same age, while those who don’t know them would think they are not from the same generation.
Hearing this, the smile on Mr. Fu's face became even brighter and he looked cheerful.
"What are you talking about?"
Others followed suit, and although they did have their own reasons for wanting to please him, they were also speaking the truth.
The old man raised his hand and patted his clothes. He was of course very happy in his heart, but he still said deliberately: "Oh, it was my daughter-in-law who made this dress for me. This makes me look younger."