Chapter 5
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After the phone conversation, Fu Ting came down from the upstairs. The two Liu brothers who hurt Tang were dragged out of the hall by the bodyguards. Their mouths were shouting and cursing, accusing the Fu family of retribution sooner or later.
Fu Ting didn't care. He took a look at Fu Jianchen, who was sitting quietly at the table. He hesitated for a moment and said to Fu, "Dad, I saw Fu Zhen the other night."
Fu Jianchen was stunned for a moment when he heard Fu Zhen's name. It seemed that he had forgotten this person. He said, he turned over the newspaper in his hand and asked Fu Ting carelessly, "Oh, how is he now?"
Fu Ting sat down opposite Fu Jianchen, and said to him, "it seems that it's not very good."
It's not a proper place to look at the bar where he should be dressed as a waiter. He leaves work so late.
Fu Jianchen laughed: "he can't do anything. What can he do without Fu family? It's good to survive. "
Fu Ting: "also."
Two people were silent for a moment. Li Ma came out of the kitchen with the dinner, put the dinner table one by one, and then retired.
Fu Ting just picked up his chopsticks and suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and said to Fu Jianchen, "by the way, there seems to be something wrong with his leg."
Fu Jianchen raised his eyes and asked, "who?"
"Fu Zhen."
Fu Jianchen didn't really want to hear from Fu Zhen, and he didn't care about his legs. Fu Jianchen directly changed the topic and told Fu Ting, "next month is a crooked wedding, but don't make any mistakes."
Fu Ting nodded: "I know that."
Fu Jianchen: "then eat."
After dinner, two people sat on the sofa, one with a business magazine in his hand, silent.
The words on the magazine seemed to fly. After reading for a while, Fu Ting felt the pain in his eyes. He put the magazine in his hand on the tea table in front of him, rubbed his forehead, and leaned against the sofa behind him. On top of his head was a snow-white ceiling and exquisite crystal chandelier. The air was filled with a smell of Narcissus, lingering on the tip of his nose To a thin figure towards their own, but in a flash, the figure disappeared.
Fu Ting vaguely felt that this family should not be like this, but what it should have been like in the past, Fu Ting found that he could not remember clearly.
Maybe when the curve comes back, everything will be OK.
He sighed and asked Fu Jianchen, "when will she come back?"
"I'm shooting in the field. I'm not expected to be back until next week."
"You're going to get married. How can you run around?"
Fu Jianchen chuckled and said to Fu Ting, "she likes it. The boy of Qin family is also willing to get used to her. You elder brother should not restrain her."
Fu Ting nodded. Although as a elder brother, he always felt that no one in the world was worthy of his sister, but he had to admit that Qin Zhao's conditions were very good, and he was able to pamper the twists and turns, just like them.
Fu Ting's heart suddenly felt a lot of pain, as if he had been pricked by a needle. He thought he was just reluctant to leave the home. He stood up from the sofa and said to Fu Jianchen, "Dad, I'm going back to have a rest."
Fu Jianchen gave up his magazine and listened to the footsteps of Fu Ting's departure. It seemed that something was knocking on his eardrum. His body trembled silently with the sound. He raised his hand unconsciously and touched his chest. He did not know why he always felt that something was missing there. He came here during this period of time The species is more intense.
What is missing?
Fu Jianchen sighed. He was about to go to the hospital for a general examination. He was too old to work as hard as when he was young. He had to pay attention to maintenance.
In a trance, Fu Jianchen felt as if there was a young man who leaned his head on his shoulder and whispered to himself, "Dad is not old at all, he is still very young."
Fu Jianchen could not help but show a smile, but this smile was fleeting, as if it had never appeared before.
Fu Jianchen got up slowly from the sofa and looked around in a daze. Then he came to the huge French window. Through the glass window in front of him, he saw the snow falling from the sky outside, falling on the elm on the flower bed, and his head turned white all night.
Fu Jianchen turned up the stairs and went back to his bedroom. After turning off the light, he lay on the bed. In the dark room, only the sound of his breathing and the clattering of the pointer was left.
I don't know how long after that, Fu Jianchen fell asleep.
He had a dream.
Fu Zhen, only six or seven years old, was standing at the door in his blue trousers and holding a small red ball. He padded his feet and stretched his neck to wait for his father to go home. When Fu Jianchen's car appeared in his sight, he threw out the small ball in his arms, just like a small sparrow fluttering wings just released from the cage.As soon as Fu Jianchen got out of the car, he saw Fu Zhen galloping toward him with two short legs. He called his father and father in his mouth. Fu Jianchen squatted down with a smile and picked up the leaves on his head. He told him, "run slowly and don't fall down."
Small Fu really giggled, opened two arms, to Fu Jianchen sprinkle Jiao said: "Dad hug."
Fu Jianchen raised his finger and gently scratched it on Fu Zhen's nose. He laughed and scolded him: "little lazy egg". Then he stretched out his arms and lifted him up from the ground.
Time seemed to be still at this moment. The evening wind gently brushed Fu Jianchen's face. He looked down at the child in his arms lovingly. Fu Zhenqiao's hair trembled slightly in the wind. He looked up at himself with his head up. It seemed that there were countless stars in his eyes.
Fu Jianchen felt that his whole heart was going to melt, but the next moment, he watched the child in his arms gradually become transparent, but there was nothing left in the twinkling of an eye. Fu Jianchen looked down at his arms helplessly. He reached out his hand and grabbed several times in the air, but he did not catch anything.
The sun ran to the other end of the earth, and the land under his feet turned into a desert. Fu Jianchen stood in his place, not knowing where to go.
"Dad Dad... "
Fu Jianchen looked for the direction of the voice, but in front of him was a thick white fog. He was wrapped in the white fog and could not see anything.
The voice was getting lower and weaker. He kept thinking about it in his ears. The voice was calling, "Dad, help me I feel so painful... "
Fu Jianchen felt that his heart was going to break. He called out to the white fog in front of him: "don't worry, dad is coming soon."
He was like a headless fly, scurrying about in the thick fog. He couldn't find his child. He couldn't find it.
I don't know how long after that child's voice completely disappeared. Fu Jianchen felt a huge crack in his chest. The cold wind passed through the middle, and the thick fog in front of him dispersed. Fu Jianchen finally found his treasure.
But his baby fell into a sand pit, his body was bright red and pale, and looked at himself with a kind of resentment.
Fu Jianchen staggered for a moment, and the whole person rushed into the sand pit, hugged Fu Zhen, and choked: "Dad is here, dad is coming..."
Fu Zhen in his arms looked up at the sky. There was hardly any light in his eyes. He said softly, "it's too late. I don't want you."
Fu Jianchen suddenly woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes and it took him a long time to react. He frowned and didn't understand how he could dream like that.
After a long time, he took the mobile phone of his head and looked at the date. Today is December 9.
He seems to have forgotten something. Fu Jianchen raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. It must be because of what Fu Ting said this evening that he had such a strange dream.
……
The restaurant where the flyers were sent out didn't like Fu Zhen, but no one else came. Although Fu Zhen was a little lame, he could only make do with it now.
Fu Zhen put on his heavy doll clothes and went outside the school. He sent the leaflet to every child. The children took the flyer, some read it seriously, some threw it into the garbage can beside him, and some folded the flyer into a paper airplane and flew it into the air with a breath.
The sun put away the last bit of orange tail. As dusk fell, the children hopped on the school bus. When the teachers left school, Fu Zhen took off his doll clothes and walked to the restaurant. He returned the doll suits, ate dinner in the shop, and rattled back to his cramped and dilapidated rental house.
In the living room is playing a popular TV play, is the leading role of Tang curved, Fu Zhen looked at it at will, silent back to his room.
Tang wanwan is a talent show. Because of his good luck, good-looking, and hard-working, he has gained a large number of fans in the competition, and is affectionately called "Honey Koi" by fans.
Fu Zhen was busy shooting his graduation work at that time, and he didn't pay much attention to Tang quwan. He never thought that this girl would be his father's illegitimate daughter.
Fu Jianchen was unruly when he was young. He and Fu Ting's mother were engaged in commercial marriage. After marriage, they played their own ways. They didn't expect that when they played, they would be killed.
At first, Fu Jianchen didn't want to leave Fu Zhen as a child. Later, he didn't know why. He still kept Fu Zhen and took him with him. He took care of him and grew up.
Eighteen years later, Fu Jianchen had another daughter. He did not hesitate to make this daughter the most enviable person in the entertainment industry, and for the sake of this daughter, he expelled his little son who had been raising him for nearly 20 years.
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After the phone conversation, Fu Ting came down from the upstairs. The two Liu brothers who hurt Tang were dragged out of the hall by the bodyguards. Their mouths were shouting and cursing, accusing the Fu family of retribution sooner or later.
Fu Ting didn't care. He took a look at Fu Jianchen, who was sitting quietly at the table. He hesitated for a moment and said to Fu, "Dad, I saw Fu Zhen the other night."
Fu Jianchen was stunned for a moment when he heard Fu Zhen's name. It seemed that he had forgotten this person. He said, he turned over the newspaper in his hand and asked Fu Ting carelessly, "Oh, how is he now?"
Fu Ting sat down opposite Fu Jianchen, and said to him, "it seems that it's not very good."
It's not a proper place to look at the bar where he should be dressed as a waiter. He leaves work so late.
Fu Jianchen laughed: "he can't do anything. What can he do without Fu family? It's good to survive. "
Fu Ting: "also."
Two people were silent for a moment. Li Ma came out of the kitchen with the dinner, put the dinner table one by one, and then retired.
Fu Ting just picked up his chopsticks and suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and said to Fu Jianchen, "by the way, there seems to be something wrong with his leg."
Fu Jianchen raised his eyes and asked, "who?"
"Fu Zhen."
Fu Jianchen didn't really want to hear from Fu Zhen, and he didn't care about his legs. Fu Jianchen directly changed the topic and told Fu Ting, "next month is a crooked wedding, but don't make any mistakes."
Fu Ting nodded: "I know that."
Fu Jianchen: "then eat."
After dinner, two people sat on the sofa, one with a business magazine in his hand, silent.
The words on the magazine seemed to fly. After reading for a while, Fu Ting felt the pain in his eyes. He put the magazine in his hand on the tea table in front of him, rubbed his forehead, and leaned against the sofa behind him. On top of his head was a snow-white ceiling and exquisite crystal chandelier. The air was filled with a smell of Narcissus, lingering on the tip of his nose To a thin figure towards their own, but in a flash, the figure disappeared.
Fu Ting vaguely felt that this family should not be like this, but what it should have been like in the past, Fu Ting found that he could not remember clearly.
Maybe when the curve comes back, everything will be OK.
He sighed and asked Fu Jianchen, "when will she come back?"
"I'm shooting in the field. I'm not expected to be back until next week."
"You're going to get married. How can you run around?"
Fu Jianchen chuckled and said to Fu Ting, "she likes it. The boy of Qin family is also willing to get used to her. You elder brother should not restrain her."
Fu Ting nodded. Although as a elder brother, he always felt that no one in the world was worthy of his sister, but he had to admit that Qin Zhao's conditions were very good, and he was able to pamper the twists and turns, just like them.
Fu Ting's heart suddenly felt a lot of pain, as if he had been pricked by a needle. He thought he was just reluctant to leave the home. He stood up from the sofa and said to Fu Jianchen, "Dad, I'm going back to have a rest."
Fu Jianchen gave up his magazine and listened to the footsteps of Fu Ting's departure. It seemed that something was knocking on his eardrum. His body trembled silently with the sound. He raised his hand unconsciously and touched his chest. He did not know why he always felt that something was missing there. He came here during this period of time The species is more intense.
What is missing?
Fu Jianchen sighed. He was about to go to the hospital for a general examination. He was too old to work as hard as when he was young. He had to pay attention to maintenance.
In a trance, Fu Jianchen felt as if there was a young man who leaned his head on his shoulder and whispered to himself, "Dad is not old at all, he is still very young."
Fu Jianchen could not help but show a smile, but this smile was fleeting, as if it had never appeared before.
Fu Jianchen got up slowly from the sofa and looked around in a daze. Then he came to the huge French window. Through the glass window in front of him, he saw the snow falling from the sky outside, falling on the elm on the flower bed, and his head turned white all night.
Fu Jianchen turned up the stairs and went back to his bedroom. After turning off the light, he lay on the bed. In the dark room, only the sound of his breathing and the clattering of the pointer was left.
I don't know how long after that, Fu Jianchen fell asleep.
He had a dream.
Fu Zhen, only six or seven years old, was standing at the door in his blue trousers and holding a small red ball. He padded his feet and stretched his neck to wait for his father to go home. When Fu Jianchen's car appeared in his sight, he threw out the small ball in his arms, just like a small sparrow fluttering wings just released from the cage.As soon as Fu Jianchen got out of the car, he saw Fu Zhen galloping toward him with two short legs. He called his father and father in his mouth. Fu Jianchen squatted down with a smile and picked up the leaves on his head. He told him, "run slowly and don't fall down."
Small Fu really giggled, opened two arms, to Fu Jianchen sprinkle Jiao said: "Dad hug."
Fu Jianchen raised his finger and gently scratched it on Fu Zhen's nose. He laughed and scolded him: "little lazy egg". Then he stretched out his arms and lifted him up from the ground.
Time seemed to be still at this moment. The evening wind gently brushed Fu Jianchen's face. He looked down at the child in his arms lovingly. Fu Zhenqiao's hair trembled slightly in the wind. He looked up at himself with his head up. It seemed that there were countless stars in his eyes.
Fu Jianchen felt that his whole heart was going to melt, but the next moment, he watched the child in his arms gradually become transparent, but there was nothing left in the twinkling of an eye. Fu Jianchen looked down at his arms helplessly. He reached out his hand and grabbed several times in the air, but he did not catch anything.
The sun ran to the other end of the earth, and the land under his feet turned into a desert. Fu Jianchen stood in his place, not knowing where to go.
"Dad Dad... "
Fu Jianchen looked for the direction of the voice, but in front of him was a thick white fog. He was wrapped in the white fog and could not see anything.
The voice was getting lower and weaker. He kept thinking about it in his ears. The voice was calling, "Dad, help me I feel so painful... "
Fu Jianchen felt that his heart was going to break. He called out to the white fog in front of him: "don't worry, dad is coming soon."
He was like a headless fly, scurrying about in the thick fog. He couldn't find his child. He couldn't find it.
I don't know how long after that child's voice completely disappeared. Fu Jianchen felt a huge crack in his chest. The cold wind passed through the middle, and the thick fog in front of him dispersed. Fu Jianchen finally found his treasure.
But his baby fell into a sand pit, his body was bright red and pale, and looked at himself with a kind of resentment.
Fu Jianchen staggered for a moment, and the whole person rushed into the sand pit, hugged Fu Zhen, and choked: "Dad is here, dad is coming..."
Fu Zhen in his arms looked up at the sky. There was hardly any light in his eyes. He said softly, "it's too late. I don't want you."
Fu Jianchen suddenly woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes and it took him a long time to react. He frowned and didn't understand how he could dream like that.
After a long time, he took the mobile phone of his head and looked at the date. Today is December 9.
He seems to have forgotten something. Fu Jianchen raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. It must be because of what Fu Ting said this evening that he had such a strange dream.
……
The restaurant where the flyers were sent out didn't like Fu Zhen, but no one else came. Although Fu Zhen was a little lame, he could only make do with it now.
Fu Zhen put on his heavy doll clothes and went outside the school. He sent the leaflet to every child. The children took the flyer, some read it seriously, some threw it into the garbage can beside him, and some folded the flyer into a paper airplane and flew it into the air with a breath.
The sun put away the last bit of orange tail. As dusk fell, the children hopped on the school bus. When the teachers left school, Fu Zhen took off his doll clothes and walked to the restaurant. He returned the doll suits, ate dinner in the shop, and rattled back to his cramped and dilapidated rental house.
In the living room is playing a popular TV play, is the leading role of Tang curved, Fu Zhen looked at it at will, silent back to his room.
Tang wanwan is a talent show. Because of his good luck, good-looking, and hard-working, he has gained a large number of fans in the competition, and is affectionately called "Honey Koi" by fans.
Fu Zhen was busy shooting his graduation work at that time, and he didn't pay much attention to Tang quwan. He never thought that this girl would be his father's illegitimate daughter.
Fu Jianchen was unruly when he was young. He and Fu Ting's mother were engaged in commercial marriage. After marriage, they played their own ways. They didn't expect that when they played, they would be killed.
At first, Fu Jianchen didn't want to leave Fu Zhen as a child. Later, he didn't know why. He still kept Fu Zhen and took him with him. He took care of him and grew up.
Eighteen years later, Fu Jianchen had another daughter. He did not hesitate to make this daughter the most enviable person in the entertainment industry, and for the sake of this daughter, he expelled his little son who had been raising him for nearly 20 years.
After the phone conversation, Fu Ting came down from the upstairs. The two Liu brothers who hurt Tang were dragged out of the hall by the bodyguards. Their mouths were shouting and cursing, accusing the Fu family of retribution sooner or later. Fu Ting didn't care. He took a look at Fu Jianchen, who was sitting quietly at the table. He hesitated for a moment and said to Fu, "Dad, I saw Fu Zhen the other night." Fu Jianchen was stunned for a moment when he heard Fu Zhen's name. It seemed that he had forgotten this person. He said, he turned over the newspaper in his hand and asked Fu Ting carelessly, "Oh, how is he now?" Fu Ting sat down opposite Fu Jianchen, and said to him, "it seems that it's not very good." It's not a proper place to look at the bar where he should be dressed as a waiter. He leaves work so late. Fu Jianchen laughed: "he can't do anything. What can he do without Fu family? It's good to survive. " Fu Ting: "also." Two people were silent for a moment. Li Ma came out of the kitchen with the dinner, put the dinner table one by one, and then retired. Fu Ting just picked up his chopsticks and suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and said to Fu Jianchen, "by the way, there seems to be something wrong with his leg." Fu Jianchen raised his eyes and asked, "who?" "Fu Zhen." Fu Jianchen didn't really want to hear from Fu Zhen, and he didn't care about his legs. Fu Jianchen directly changed the topic and told Fu Ting, "next month is a crooked wedding, but don't make any mistakes." Fu Ting nodded: "I know that." Fu Jianchen: "then eat." After dinner, two people sat on the sofa, one with a business magazine in his hand, silent. The words on the magazine seemed to fly. After reading for a while, Fu Ting felt the pain in his eyes. He put the magazine in his hand on the tea table in front of him, rubbed his forehead, and leaned against the sofa behind him. On top of his head was a snow-white ceiling and exquisite crystal chandelier. The air was filled with a smell of Narcissus, lingering on the tip of his nose To a thin figure towards their own, but in a flash, the figure disappeared. Fu Ting vaguely felt that this family should not be like this, but what it should have been like in the past, Fu Ting found that he could not remember clearly. Maybe when the curve comes back, everything will be OK. He sighed and asked Fu Jianchen, "when will she come back?" "I'm shooting in the field. I'm not expected to be back until next week." "You're going to get married. How can you run around?" Fu Jianchen chuckled and said to Fu Ting, "she likes it. The boy of Qin family is also willing to get used to her. You elder brother should not restrain her." Fu Ting nodded. Although as a elder brother, he always felt that no one in the world was worthy of his sister, but he had to admit that Qin Zhao's conditions were very good, and he was able to pamper the twists and turns, just like them. Fu Ting's heart suddenly felt a lot of pain, as if he had been pricked by a needle. He thought he was just reluctant to leave the home. He stood up from the sofa and said to Fu Jianchen, "Dad, I'm going back to have a rest." Fu Jianchen gave up his magazine and listened to the footsteps of Fu Ting's departure. It seemed that something was knocking on his eardrum. His body trembled silently with the sound. He raised his hand unconsciously and touched his chest. He did not know why he always felt that something was missing there. He came here during this period of time The species is more intense. What is missing? Fu Jianchen sighed. He was about to go to the hospital for a general examination. He was too old to work as hard as when he was young. He had to pay attention to maintenance. In a trance, Fu Jianchen felt as if there was a young man who leaned his head on his shoulder and whispered to himself, "Dad is not old at all, he is still very young." Fu Jianchen could not help but show a smile, but this smile was fleeting, as if it had never appeared before. Fu Jianchen got up slowly from the sofa and looked around in a daze. Then he came to the huge French window. Through the glass window in front of him, he saw the snow falling from the sky outside, falling on the elm on the flower bed, and his head turned white all night. Fu Jianchen turned up the stairs and went back to his bedroom. After turning off the light, he lay on the bed. In the dark room, only the sound of his breathing and the clattering of the pointer was left. I don't know how long after that, Fu Jianchen fell asleep. He had a dream. Fu Zhen, only six or seven years old, was standing at the door in his blue trousers and holding a small red ball. He padded his feet and stretched his neck to wait for his father to go home. When Fu Jianchen's car appeared in his sight, he threw out the small ball in his arms, just like a small sparrow fluttering wings just released from the cage.As soon as Fu Jianchen got out of the car, he saw Fu Zhen galloping toward him with two short legs. He called his father and father in his mouth. Fu Jianchen squatted down with a smile and picked up the leaves on his head. He told him, "run slowly and don't fall down." Small Fu really giggled, opened two arms, to Fu Jianchen sprinkle Jiao said: "Dad hug." Fu Jianchen raised his finger and gently scratched it on Fu Zhen's nose. He laughed and scolded him: "little lazy egg". Then he stretched out his arms and lifted him up from the ground. Time seemed to be still at this moment. The evening wind gently brushed Fu Jianchen's face. He looked down at the child in his arms lovingly. Fu Zhenqiao's hair trembled slightly in the wind. He looked up at himself with his head up. It seemed that there were countless stars in his eyes. Fu Jianchen felt that his whole heart was going to melt, but the next moment, he watched the child in his arms gradually become transparent, but there was nothing left in the twinkling of an eye. Fu Jianchen looked down at his arms helplessly. He reached out his hand and grabbed several times in the air, but he did not catch anything. The sun ran to the other end of the earth, and the land under his feet turned into a desert. Fu Jianchen stood in his place, not knowing where to go. "Dad Dad... " Fu Jianchen looked for the direction of the voice, but in front of him was a thick white fog. He was wrapped in the white fog and could not see anything. The voice was getting lower and weaker. He kept thinking about it in his ears. The voice was calling, "Dad, help me I feel so painful... " Fu Jianchen felt that his heart was going to break. He called out to the white fog in front of him: "don't worry, dad is coming soon." He was like a headless fly, scurrying about in the thick fog. He couldn't find his child. He couldn't find it. I don't know how long after that child's voice completely disappeared. Fu Jianchen felt a huge crack in his chest. The cold wind passed through the middle, and the thick fog in front of him dispersed. Fu Jianchen finally found his treasure. But his baby fell into a sand pit, his body was bright red and pale, and looked at himself with a kind of resentment. Fu Jianchen staggered for a moment, and the whole person rushed into the sand pit, hugged Fu Zhen, and choked: "Dad is here, dad is coming..." Fu Zhen in his arms looked up at the sky. There was hardly any light in his eyes. He said softly, "it's too late. I don't want you." Fu Jianchen suddenly woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes and it took him a long time to react. He frowned and didn't understand how he could dream like that. After a long time, he took the mobile phone of his head and looked at the date. Today is December 9. He seems to have forgotten something. Fu Jianchen raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. It must be because of what Fu Ting said this evening that he had such a strange dream. The restaurant where the flyers were sent out didn't like Fu Zhen, but no one else came. Although Fu Zhen was a little lame, he could only make do with it now. Fu Zhen put on his heavy doll clothes and went outside the school. He sent the leaflet to every child. The children took the flyer, some read it seriously, some threw it into the garbage can beside him, and some folded the flyer into a paper airplane and flew it into the air with a breath. The sun put away the last bit of orange tail. As dusk fell, the children hopped on the school bus. When the teachers left school, Fu Zhen took off his doll clothes and walked to the restaurant. He returned the doll suits, ate dinner in the shop, and rattled back to his cramped and dilapidated rental house. In the living room is playing a popular TV play, is the leading role of Tang curved, Fu Zhen looked at it at will, silent back to his room. Tang wanwan is a talent show. Because of his good luck, good-looking, and hard-working, he has gained a large number of fans in the competition, and is affectionately called "Honey Koi" by fans. Fu Zhen was busy shooting his graduation work at that time, and he didn't pay much attention to Tang quwan. He never thought that this girl would be his father's illegitimate daughter. Fu Jianchen was unruly when he was young. He and Fu Ting's mother were engaged in commercial marriage. After marriage, they played their own ways. They didn't expect that when they played, they would be killed. At first, Fu Jianchen didn't want to leave Fu Zhen as a child. Later, he didn't know why. He still kept Fu Zhen and took him with him. He took care of him and grew up. Eighteen years later, Fu Jianchen had another daughter. He did not hesitate to make this daughter the most enviable person in the entertainment industry, and for the sake of this daughter, he expelled his little son who had been raising him for nearly 20 years.
