northernbook Chapter 550 Deep Love
Chapter 550 Deep Love
Fu Yusheng looked at his wife holding his son and pursed his lips unhappily. He didn't expect that he would be jealous of a child, but looking at his son snuggling beside his wife, he had to admit that his son was indeed luckier than him. At least he didn't have to drag his feet and ask for his mother's forgiveness in front of his mother like he did by rubbing his shoes on the ground to ask for Song Yan's forgiveness.
But he didn't say anything to anyone. Instead, he walked to the bed, covered Song Yan and Fu Chen with a blanket, and then turned around to lower the temperature of the air conditioner. After that, he poured himself a glass of water and drank it all. He was not surprised that Song Yan wanted to start a business, even if she wanted to take the Song Company back from Chu Lian and the fake. Song Dongming, the company has been stagnant in one place for a long time.
Even if the company falls into the hands of the real owner, it will be difficult to fish it out of the dregs floating on the surface, so it is completely correct for her to open another business that is more profitable than Song's company. Sooner or later, it will go downhill.
He sat on the bed while drinking water, carefully observing his wife. Although she looked a little tired because of the hard work in the morning and afternoon, her beautiful face and white nightgown still looked very beautiful. And the natural beauty engraved on every inch of her skin. It was surprising that she didn't get any good projects in the entertainment industry despite being so beautiful.
Fu Yusheng had never thought much about these things under the spell, but now looking at his wife, he couldn't help but wonder how he had kept his wife. If it were someone else, they would have divorced and remarried, but Song Yan not only stayed with him, but also remained loyal to him for eight years. Surprisingly, with her beautiful face, she didn't dye his hair green.
Moreover, the more he looked at her, the more beautiful she became. Although she was asleep, she looked like an ethereal fairy beauty, so beautiful that even men who didn't pay attention to appearance would take a second look at her. Even he was a little surprised to see that when she was asleep, there was no sneer on her face. Her face.
Fu Yusheng coughed lightly, feeling somewhat guilty. He wondered why he had not had any affection for this woman when they first got married. Why did he suddenly become like a sixteen-year-old boy when he was in his thirties?
He swallowed the water in his mouth and lay down on the bed, placing the cup on the bedside table. He needed to make sure his wife was happy with him, because he didn't want to get divorced at such an old age, and he didn't want to divorce his beautiful wife, who knew how much pain he would have to endure if she left him.
Fu Yushen's story told him that Song Yan was not a woman who served men. She was a woman who could make money and even do business. If he didn't pay attention, she might really leave his grasp at any time. After knowing this, if he didn't treat this woman well, he would not be able to hold on to her forever.
What's more, his character is not very good. He cursed a lot and his temper was really explosive. If he continued like this, he might attract Song Yan's attention to other men. In that case, he couldn't stand his wife falling in love with someone else. Otherwise, his grandfather would break his legs. He needed to work hard to cultivate their relationship, even more solid than before, otherwise, he would really lose everything!
When Song Yan woke up in the morning, she was surprised to find a bouquet of roses on the cabinet next to her and a carefully arranged breakfast on the tray. She got up from the bed, looked at the bouquet of roses, looked at the breakfast that was completely different from the Fu family's Western breakfast, and looked at Fu Chen who was eating rice and fish soup.
"Who left this here?" she asked, although she was well aware of the mastermind behind it, but there was only one man in the family who had the courage to give her red roses, and there were one hundred and forty-three of them.
"It's Dad." Fu Chen finished the food in his mouth and swallowed hard. "I don't know why, he prepared the meal and left some for me. I was worried that I would lose my appetite, so I took a bite first. Mom, it's totally edible. What a surprise."
Song Yan smiled. She didn't tell Fu Chen that Fu Yusheng was often in a foreign country and was tired of eating Western food. In order to eat home-cooked meals, he learned to cook. Cooking some simple rice, fish soup, and fried eggs with chives was still within his skills.
She got out of bed, pinched her son's cheek, and said, "Really? Is it really that good?"
Fu Chen took a sip of the fish soup and nodded. "Very good," he paused, made a sick expression, and said, "Dad asked me to tell you that he did this out of love for you."