Wrong hold? The fake daughter made her whole family famous by relying on metaphysics

Chapter 7 Going to see Fu Yijin

The next day, Yu Qing got up very early.

Today was the day agreed with Dean Ming, and she was thinking about the drawing.

To be precise, it is the machine shown on the drawing.

So Yu Qing left a note on the table and went out without eating breakfast.

Yu Qing took a taxi to his destination.

After getting off the car, she discovered that the villa area near the north was where the Shen family lived.

The guard guard recognized Yu Qing's identity and let her in without saying anything.

Yu Qing had sent a message to Dean Ming before she came. She had just taken two steps and ran into Dean Ming head-on.

Wearing a black and gray suit, he didn't have a few strands of white hair, and his eyes were very clear. If Yu Qing hadn't known his age, he wouldn't have been able to tell that Dean Ming was already in his sixties.

"Qingzhu—Dr. Yun, it's been a long time no see."

After Dean Ming finished speaking, he winked at her. He seemed to be an enlightened and stubborn old man.

"Dean Ming."

There were so many mistakes, Yu Qing only said hello and didn't dare to say anything else.

The two walked side by side.

"Fu Wang and his wife Jingmei had a business marriage, and it was a coincidence. The two got connected and fell in love. After taking over the company, the couple did not plan to have children. They only stabilized the company in the past few years, so they had a child in their later years. "

Dean Ming led Yu Qing around a soft stone path and turned his head to look at her.

"Their son is eight years old this year and is named Fu Yijin."

Yu Qing nodded.

"Here we are," Dean Ming stopped at the door of the villa and rang the doorbell, "Fu Wan is not at home today. His wife is staying with the child."

Dean Ming was going out from here. The servant opened the door quickly. She did not dare to raise her head and said in a respectful manner: "Madam is in the young master's room. Please come with me."

Second floor, second bedroom.

There were some mechanical parts scattered on the ground, and the little boy was lying on the table.

There are a few pencil scratches on the crumpled draft paper.

Jingmei stood at the door, looking at the little boy's back. He was kicked out several times and never went in again.

"Right over here."

It was the servant's voice.

Jingmei looked away and looked at Dean Ming and Yu Qing who were walking up the stairs, with a smile on her face: "Dean Ming——"

She paused.

‘Just call her Dr. Yun. ’

Jingmei remembered what Dean Ming said: "This must be Dr. Yun."

Yu Qing nodded as a greeting.

"How is Yijin?" Dean Ming looked at the little boy in the room.

Jingmei sighed slightly and said seriously: "Still as before, unwilling to communicate and not allowing outsiders in."

Fu Yijin regards her bedroom as her own space and resists outsiders entering her territory.

No one can.

Dean Ming looked at Yu Qing and asked, "Do you want to go in and take a look?"

The situation is roughly understood.

"Try it."

Yu Qing replied.

She walked into the room. The little boy was immersed in his own world and did not notice anyone approaching.

Until Yu Qing stood behind him.

Fu Yijin's hand holding the pencil stopped moving and looked up.

The morning sun shone slantly on the girl's face, as cold as jade. Her eyes were very calm, with almost no waves.

Fu Yijin was silent.

half an hour.

Fu Yijin: "..."

Why doesn't she speak?
  "who are you?"

Fu Yijin couldn't help but ask.

Yu Qing looked away and pointed at a series of numbers on the scratch paper, "Here, the calculation was wrong."

Fu Yijin lowered his head slowly, his brows furrowed tightly and his face tense.

He held the pen again and blacked out the calculation process as if he were doodling.

Until the entire scrap paper was blacked out, he shouted: "Get out!"

Yu Qing slowly bent over, and the pen he habitually kept in his breast pocket was now in his hand.

She pulled out a brand new A4 paper.

"What are you doing? You are not allowed to move-" Fu Yijin opened his mouth.     The next second,
  Suddenly he was stunned.

He saw the calculation process written with a pen on pure white paper, but he couldn't figure it out.

"How could you..."

Fu Yijin opened her mouth in shock, and a pair of gray eyes suddenly lit up like stars, like the moonlight shrouded in the night.

Yu Qing didn't speak again, but communicated with him using numbers.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with Fu Yijin.

It's just that no one around him understands him. Instead, he keeps questioning him. The young boy doesn't know how to communicate.

He is obviously doing what he wants to do, but others call him mentally ill.

Just simply refuse to communicate and have contact with people.

therefore,

He built a high wall in his heart to isolate everyone outside the wall.

If you want to get in, you have to use a special method, which is what Yu Qing is using now.

...

On a two-meter-long wooden table, two figures, one large and one small, sat close to each other. The shadows under the setting sun were stretched very long, blocking out the cold outside.

Jingmei breathed a sigh of relief, her eyebrows relaxed, and she looked at Dean Ming, who was still a little frightened: "Thank you for holding me back, otherwise I might have done something bad if I rushed in just now."

In the past, when my son yelled the word "Go away", he would be extremely angry.

Unexpectedly, Dr. Qingzhu could stabilize him.

Dean Ming waved his hand nonchalantly: "Let's go down first and leave this to Dr. Yun."

no big deal.

After all, not everyone has seen the scene of Yu Qing saving people like him.

This is all childish!

After witnessing the scene just now, Jing Mei now trusts Yu Qing to the extreme.

The two of them went downstairs together, and the servant in the living room made tea and served it.

the other side.

Yu Qing sat next to Fu Yijin.

Getting better.

She watched Fu Yijin scribbling and correcting on the draft paper, and the little boy's lips slightly raised.

He held up the scrap paper as if offering a treasure, excitedly saying: "I figured it out!"

"Great," Yu Qing took the scrap paper and gently rubbed the top of his hair, "Would you like to go out with your sister and tell your mother the good news?"

Fu Yijin seemed to have thought of something and shook his head: "No, mom doesn't believe me."

He lowered his head and whispered in frustration: "I don't want to go."

Yu Qing was not prepared to force him and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

Fu Yijin subconsciously held her hand.

Suddenly he froze, and the warm touch on his palm made him withdraw his hand as if he was electrocuted.

"Forget it, you can leave too."

Fu Yijin took back the draft paper expressionlessly and sat back on the ground.

He turned around as if angry, preventing Yu Qing from seeing him head-on.

Yu Qing was helpless and pondered for a moment.

"Be good, sister will come see you next time."

The little boy moved his butt but did not turn back in the end.

But Yu Qing heard a muffled 'hmm'.

Still a arrogant little brat.

...

downstairs.

Dean Ming and Jingmei were discussing other matters.

Seeing Yu Qing coming down from upstairs, Jingmei immediately stood up and asked in an urgent voice, "How is it?"

Dean Ming raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the stairs.

Ok?
  If he read correctly, the person running around like a little mouse is Fu Yijin?

Yu Qing's expression remained unchanged, calm and indifferent: "He is normal and does not suffer from mental illness."

Jingmei suddenly seemed to have lost her soul: "Then, how could-"

How could she resist everyone, including her mother...

"Miss Jing, there is a lack of trust between you."

(End of this chapter)