Dressed as a wealthy and rebellious son, his stepmother

Sensing Fu Yang's gaze, Fu Siyu raised his head and looked at him, "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Yang moved his lips, glanced at Shu Wan, and finally shook his head, "It's nothing, I'm hungry, go back quickly."

Fu Siyu frowned slightly, but finally said nothing, "Yeah."

How could Shu Wan not see the strangeness in Fu Yang? After returning to the manor, she excused herself to take a shower and got out of the car first.

The car door closed and the car suddenly became quiet.

Fu Siyu glanced at Fu Yang. Fu Yang had his eyebrows lowered and his silver hair that used to fly around now lay limply on his forehead, looking very well-behaved and pitiful.

Fu Yang is young and arrogant, and he always has spirit in his bones. He will be like this now.

As if the little leopard had been stripped of its muscles and bones, it lay on the ground with its front paws stretched out, waiting for others to comfort it.

"Did they say anything to you?"

In front of Fu Siyu, Fu Yang had nothing to hide even if he could hide it again.

"Yeah." Fu Yang's voice was muffled. He lowered his head and crossed his index fingers to stir. This was his habit when he was hesitating and entangled, "They said."

Fu Siyu didn't respond and waited quietly for Fu Yang to continue.

After a long while, Fu Yang seemed to find his voice, "They said that I am not your biological child."

"I know that the people in my old house are very bad. They must have lied to me." Before Fu Siyu could respond, Fu Yang raised his head and answered first, looking at Fu Siyu in anticipation and panic, "It's fake. Bar?"

Fu Yang's eyes flickered, and a gleam began to appear in his eyes. He looked at Fu Siyu expectantly, eager to hear a positive answer from Fu Siyu.

However, Fu Siyu disappointed him.

Fu Siyu looked at Fu Yang quietly, "It's true."

Fu Yang's eyes turned red instantly, and he clenched his fists tightly, "Then, they said that my biological parents had died long ago."

"It's true too."

"They also said that my biological father asked you to raise me because he didn't want me anymore." Fu Yang had tears in his eyes that were about to burst out. "Is it true?"

Fu Siyu's eyes darkened slightly and he said nothing.

But his silence said everything.

Fu Yang gritted his teeth tightly, blinked his eyes, and held back the tears that were about to burst out, "No wonder."

"What's the wonder?"

"No wonder you ran away after raising me for a few years. It was me who caused you trouble." Fu Yang said angrily, his whole aura was very decadent.

"Raise your head." Fu Siyu's voice was a little deep, with a strong sense of oppression.

Sensing the pressure coming from Fu Siyu, Fu Yang raised his head and looked at Fu Siyu, meeting Fu Siyu's deep eyes.

"Say it again, I think it's troublesome to support you."

Under Fu Siyu's gaze, Fu Yang was speechless. His index finger licked the holes in his jeans, digging into the holes that were originally used for decoration.

"Then, should I change my words in the future?"

"The decision is yours."

Fu Yang suddenly raised his head, "What do you mean?"

"Aren't you always smart? You understand." Fu Siyu said and glanced at the time, "It's very late. I have a meeting tomorrow. Let's go back."

"Oh."

Fu Siyu got out of the car, and Fu Yang followed him inside.

The night was silent, and the lamp shadows swayed, casting the figures of Fu Siyu and Fu Yang on the ground. The two of them walked in front of each other, creating a particularly harmonious atmosphere.

In the living room, Fu Yang went to the restaurant to have dinner, while Fu Siyu went straight upstairs.

Fu Yang bit into the hot dumplings and looked up at the desserts on the table.

There are no chefs in the manor with such bad skills. Just by looking at the appearance, you can tell that it was made by Fu Siyu.

Although it was most likely that Fu Siyu made it specially for Shu Wan, and then made him a portion as well, but for some reason, seeing this dessert, the pent-up depression in Fu Yang's heart was reduced a lot.

Behind him, Fu Siyu's footsteps almost disappeared at the top of the stairs. Fu Yang swallowed the dumplings in his mouth and suddenly said, "Dad, send me off tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Fu Siyu's voice sounded upstairs, "Go to bed early."

"understood."

The housekeeper stood aside to serve Fu Yang while eating supper, while sighing that the relationship between Fu Yang and Fu Siyu was quite harmonious today.

However, the next second, he saw Fu Yang crying, and the tears were like falling rain.

This made the housekeeper feel distressed. He was anxious and panicked, "Hey, young master, what's wrong with you? Is the food not to your liking?"

"It's okay." Fu Yang wiped his tears and took another bite of a dumpling. "Don't worry about me. I'll eat it myself."

"Okay." Everyone knows that Fu Yang has a stubborn temper. He said that he didn't need to worry about it, and no one dared to worry about it, so they could only let him stay alone in the restaurant.

The housekeeper led everyone out, and when he reached the door, he couldn't help but look back.

From his angle, he could only see Fu Yang's side face with red eyes. He was obviously quite pitiful, but for some reason, the housekeeper felt that the aura on Fu Yang's body was not at all like usual. On the contrary, it was extraordinarily strange. mild.

The manor was quiet and quiet, but in comparison, the Fu family's old house was bustling with chaos.

After Fu Siyu and his party left, Mrs. Fu asked Fu Cheng to screen everyone in the yard.

But no matter how much I checked, there was nothing unusual.

This is what scares the Fu family the most, because no one knows which people around them are the nails planted by Fu Siyu.

"Get them all out."

After Fu Siyu and Shu Wan made such a fuss, Fu Cheng couldn't believe anyone except himself. He kicked everyone out, and then walked to Mrs. Fu's bedside, "Mom, it's already this time, you Just hold on a little longer, what should we do now?"

Mrs. Fu was lying on the bed, moaning breathlessly, "I really shouldn't have kept Fu Siyu in the first place."

"It's not that you were soft-hearted and insisted on keeping Fu Siyu. Now it's better, leaving behind a big disaster."

Mrs. Fu sighed, "A-Cheng, what should I say, your eldest brother was also born to me."

Hearing this, Fu Cheng curled his lips needlessly and thought to himself, now you know that your eldest brother is your son, why didn't you tell him before.

"In the end, I didn't expect Fu Siyu to have such a strong ability."

Mrs. Fu's eyes flashed as she spoke. She hoped that Fu Cheng's son would be a business genius, but unfortunately, this genius fell on Dafang.

"What should we do now?" Fu Cheng has been pampered for so many years. He can't think of a solution. He can only count on Mrs. Fu.

"Hit the snake seven inches." Mrs. Fu squinted her eyes, "I have a way. You go to Lingtai Mountain and invite Taoist Zhang over."

"Mom, what time has it been? Are you still thinking about engaging in feudal superstition?"

Fu Cheng was almost speechless. He knew that the old lady usually liked to talk about Buddhism and Taoism, but he didn't expect that at this time, the old lady was still thinking about Taoism.

"What do you know?!" Old Mrs. Fu was almost mad at her stupid son, "Daoist Zhang is our only hope now, go find him!"

"Row."

Since childhood, Fu Cheng has relied on Mrs. Fu's plans. Now that something happened, he has no good solution and can only listen to Mrs. Fu.

Qitai Mountain is high and the roads are far away, not to mention that Taoist Zhang's whereabouts are usually unpredictable, and Taoists do not use modern communication equipment. For a while, Fu Cheng really didn't find anyone.

As the New Year approaches, the lively atmosphere of the New Year temporarily buries all the tension.

Red lanterns were hung on the streets, and even the film and television city was filled with bright red lanterns.

A heavy snow fell, reflecting the fiery red lanterns and lanterns, which was really beautiful.

The collision of white and red, the blending of ice and fire, gives people countless shooting inspirations.

It happened to be the time when the crew was filming the snow scene, and director Wei Jia was in high spirits.

The other actors have finished filming, but Director Wei Jia is still playing with the camera himself, taking photos of Shu Wan carefully.

"Tsk, who would believe you when you say they didn't do anything? Look at Director Wei Jia's attitude towards us, and then look at his attitude towards Shu Wan, they are completely different things."

"It's just that Shu Wan's resources are like cheating. Without the support of Director Wei Jia, who would have such great ability."

Seeing that Directors Shu Wan and Wei Jia were filming there seriously, everyone was idle and bored, so they started gossiping and gossiping about Shu Wan and Wei Jia.

It doesn’t matter whether the gossip is true or not, as long as the person telling it has a bias in his heart, then whatever he says can be biased no matter how he spins it.

As everyone talked, they felt more and more that Director Wei Jia and Shu Wan were getting together.

People on the crew were coming and going, and rumors spread quickly. The last wave of rumors hadn't stopped yet. Within a few days, news about directors Shu Wan and Wei Jia was on the hot search again.

Shu Wan and Director Wei Jia stayed together every day to film, and there were tons of videos and photos of them together.

Any member of the crew can pull out a few photos of Shu Wan and director Wei Jia.

For netizens who don’t know the truth, don’t take it too easily out of context.

[Director Wei Jia looked at Shu Wan with a look like, "Hey, my boyfriend has never looked at me like this." 】

【One thing to say. . . . With Shu Wan's looks and temperament, it would be strange if she didn't like the director. If I were the director, I would like her too. 】

[No matter how much you love me, you can’t cheat on me during marriage. . . Although Shu Wan's husband is not a good person, he is still serious and got the certificate. Wei Jia and Shu Wan did it so obviously, which is really a bit too much. 】

Everyone was eating the melon, trying to find out more ironclad evidence that Wei Jia and Shu Wan were related. At this moment, another piece of gossip suddenly appeared.

That is, Fu Siyu paid attention to Shu Wan and Fu Yang at the same time.

Logically speaking, it is not strange to follow people on social platforms, but for Fu Siyu, it is very strange.

Because he had followed an account called Egret before.

But now, he has detained the Egret people and only paid attention to Shu Wan and Fu Yang.