He came with great glory

Chapter 65 Grievance
Fu Ying returned home from the cram school as usual.

This time, I didn't go to his community.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Cheng Yiyi, the daughter of her aunt's family, wearing the ancient costume she wore when she came, and holding her pipa, performing talents in front of adults.

Fu Ying was so angry that she clenched her fists tightly, trembling all over, ran over and snatched the pipa back.

"Give me back my clothes."

This dress was made by the empress herself. When she was sent out of the palace, the empress shed tears and put this dress on her.

Her precious ones were not good, they were neatly folded and placed under the closet, only to be worn by others.

Fu Ying couldn't help but burst into tears.

Fu Yan was not at home, and Fu Yi was in the team. Fu Mingchuan learned that there were guests at home and was on his way home. The guests at home were entertained by Mama Wu.

Wu Ma wanted to stop Cheng Yiyi from taking the little lady's things, but she kept her words light.

Seeing the little lady crying, Mama Wu felt distressed.

Cheng Yiyi frowned: "Shouldn't I just wear one of your clothes? As for crying?"

Fu Mingxia also said to her daughter: "You child, why are you still crying? Isn't it just wearing your ragged clothes?"

"Give me back the clothes." Fu Ying fixed her red eyes on Cheng Yiyi, and repeated every word with emphasis, "Give me back the clothes."

"what happened?"

Fu Yan came back from the outside, humming a little tune in a good mood, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Fu Ying holding the pipa, and her little red eyes glared at Cheng Yiyi angrily.

Fu Yan saw that Cheng Yiyi had a headache.

"Brother Fu Yan, I just wore my sister's clothes, and she cried so pettyly, isn't she too delicate?"

Fu Yan stared at Cheng Yiyi's clothes and frowned.

This dress was worn by Fu Ying when she went to a gathering of Hanfu lovers at the beginning, but she hadn't seen her wearing it since then, and now it appeared on Cheng Yiyi's body.

Fu Yan looked at Fu Ying, there were tears on the little guy's face.

Those eyes were cold, angry, and scarlet from crying.

Like a hedgehog.

Fu Yan stretched out his hand, rubbed her little head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Ying's eyes were red, she didn't speak, she put her arms around Fu Yan's waist, and burst into tears with her face buried.

Fu Yan's heart trembled, and he forgot how long ago it was the last time Fu Ying cried like this.

It's okay to suddenly become a small soft bag, but it's too distressing to cry.

Fu Mingxia said from the side: "Look at this child, doesn't she just wear one of her clothes? She's crying like this. She's not very old, and she's quite capable of trouble."

Fu Yan frowned upon hearing this.

"Be good, Yingying, don't cry." It was the first time that Fu Yan spoke to Fu Ying so tenderly.

He often bickered with her. After a long time, he thought this girl was a tough guy.

As a result, crying made people feel soft.

"Do you have no clothes? Wear other people's? Or do you just like other people's things?"

Cheng Yiyi was stunned, she didn't expect Fu Yan to get angry, knowing that she was wronged, she had to look at Fu Mingxia.

Seeing her daughter being murdered, Fu Mingxia was not happy: "Fu Yan, why are you talking to your sister? So fierce?"

"Auntie, how did you teach your daughter? You like taking other people's things so much?"

"You!" Fu Mingxia said that Fu Yan was too angry.

"Cheng Yiyi, I'll give you 5 minutes to take off your clothes."

Cheng Yiyi felt that this dress was tailor-made for herself. She wanted to wear it and wait for the two elder brothers to come back to show off, but Fu Yan treated her like this.

Cheng Yiyi ran into the bathroom with red eyes, took off her clothes, and threw them to Fu Ying.

Fu Ying was about to squat down to pick it up, but Fu Yan held her back.

"Cheng Yiyi, you'd better pick up your clothes."

"Okay, Fu Yan, Yiyi has returned the clothes to Fu Ying, what else do you want?" Fu Mingxia said distressedly not seeing her daughter being embarrassed.

Fu Yan didn't talk nonsense, reached out for Cheng Yiyi's cell phone, and dropped it to the ground.

"I also returned the phone."

Cheng Yiyi: "."

Fu Mingxia: "."

Fu Ying sniffed: "."

Suddenly, I felt that the little brother had done something, and he was a bit more handsome.

Fu Yan picked up the clothes, handed them to Mama Wu, and told Mama Wu with distaste: "Mama Wu put some disinfectant when washing the clothes."

Wu Ma nodded: "Okay, Second Young Master."

Cheng Yiyi's face was ugly.

Fu Yan lowered his head and looked at Fu Ying, "Brother has decided for you, do you want to cry or not?"

Fu Ying blinked her bright eyes and shook her head: "Stop crying."

"Go upstairs."

"Oh."

Fu Ying rubbed her eyes, it was rare that she didn't talk back to Fu Yan, and went upstairs with her pipa in her arms.

The room was turned over, and Fu Ying immediately put down the pipa to look at the diary to see if she was found.

Fu Ying stared at the mess in the closet and frowned tightly.

When I got closer, I found that the hosta hairpin I wore on my head was broken in two.

The anger that had subsided was rekindled, and Fu Ying went downstairs with the hairpin.

Fu Mingchuan had already returned and was drinking tea with Fu Mingxia on the sofa.

Cheng Yiyi sat there obediently, and Fu Mingchuan praised her for being sensible and obedient.

Fu Ying walked over directly, picked up the tea on the table, and splashed it on Cheng Yiyi's face.

Everyone was stunned.

"Who told you to touch my things?!"

Fu Ying's eyes were red, and she raised her voice: "Who told you to touch my things? Why did you touch my things?!"

Fu Mingchuan was stunned, not knowing what happened, he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with Yingying?"

"Are you sick?!" Cheng Yiyi wiped the water from her face, becoming angry from embarrassment.

"Fu Ying, what are you doing? Didn't your sister Yiyi just put on your clothes?"

Fu Ying stared at her, her eyes were icy cold.

Holding the jade hairpin tightly with his fingers, he cut his finger at the broken joint, and blood flowed out from between his fingers and dripped on the ground.

Fu Mingchuan was taken aback, and hurried forward: "What's wrong with Yingying? Tell Dad."

It was given to her by her mother.

It's her thoughts on her mother here.

Significant.

Broken now.

There's nothing left.

In the past few months, my daughter has been very good-natured, which is rarely the case.

Fu Mingchuan pulled her hand away, holding the jade hairpin in two knots.

Seeing his daughter's finger cut, Fu Mingchuan felt distressed: "Hey, let Mama Wu treat your wound first."

Fu Ying did not speak, her eyes were red, and the tears did not fall.

How did she tell Fu Mingchuan?
One is a daughter and the other is a niece.

Telling him would only embarrass him.

Fu Ying turned around and left home with the jade hairpin in her hand.

She wandered aimlessly on the street.

I don't know how long I walked, and I don't know where I went.

Just looked up and saw him.

Shen Liguang just left with Qian Zheng and Wu Xiaowu from his restaurant.

The girl stood beside his car with red eyes.

She probably didn't expect to meet him, and her eyes were astonished.

But to her surprise, tears rolled down her eyes without warning.

At that moment, Shen Liguang's heart ached and he suddenly became depressed.

(End of this chapter)