Fu Beijiu was standing outside the villa.
From his angle, he could just see the living room.
Under the dim warm light, the three children were sitting on the crawl mat playing puzzles together.
Ye Yunla sat on the sofa tapping on her laptop, occasionally looking up at the three children, the smile at the corner of her mouth as gentle as water.
This scene was so heartwarming that Fu Beijiu was a little reluctant to break it.
He pursed his lips and pressed the doorbell anyway.
“Dingdong–”
Ye Yunla looked up, put down her laptop and came over to open the door.
She looked at the chilly man in front of her and said after a moment, “Mr. Fu, this is the second time your son has come to see me.”
Fu Beijiu didn’t say anything.
If you counted carefully, this was already the seventh or eighth time.
A few times he was intercepted by Qiao’s housekeeper, and a few times this boy came to the house with no one in it ……
But this is something that he would not say to this woman.
He stood at the door and spoke indifferently, “Fu Ziling, come here.”
As soon as the doorbell rang, Fu Ziling had already hidden under the table.
He hugged the legs of the table and said stubbornly and aggressively, “I won’t go over there!”
He had managed to sneak out and find his Auntie Yunara, he never wanted to be separated from her again!
Even if daddy was angry and beat him, he would never give in!
Fu Ziling was even mentally prepared to be beaten up, but to his surprise, Fu Beijiu was neither angry nor mad, he just said indifferently, “You have twenty more minutes, go home when the time is up.”
Twenty minutes was short, but it was better than just leaving like that.
There was finally some happiness on the little one’s bun face as he burrowed out from under the table, his pair of eyes staring warily at Fu Beijue who walked in.
Ye Yunla said somewhat helplessly, “Little Ling Ling, you can play with sister Yinyin and brother Jing’er for a while.”
After saying this, she felt a little funny herself.
Jing’er was just a few minutes older than Yinyin, and according to this calculation, Yinyin should be older than little Lingling as well.
It was just that Yinyin was born prematurely and was a girl, looking only three and a half years old, so being a younger sister didn’t feel any out of place.
Ye Yunla smiled and went to the kitchen to grind coffee and brought it to Fu Beijue, “Mr. Fu, have a cup of coffee before you go.”
Fu Beijue took the coffee and took a sip: “It tastes better than the last time I drank it in your studio.”
“Then I’ll bring this coffee machine to the studio next time.”
Ye Yunla sat down across from him, she narrowed her brows, not really knowing what to say to this man for a moment.
She looked at the three children playing together, and was about to ask Fu Ziling what month he was born, when Fu Beijue suddenly spoke up, “Since you’re here today, let’s give it a try.”
Ye Yunla was stunned, “Try what?”
“Try to get Little Yinyin to talk.”
Fu Beijue put down his coffee cup, a pair of hawk-like eyes swept to the right, his voice cold yet low and soft: “Little Yinyin, come over here.”
He beckoned.
Little Yinyin, who was playing with a puzzle, lifted her head, and those eyes, which had never been very bright, lit up with a fire.
They glowed in the warm, dim light.
Little Yinyin rarely responded to the voices of outsiders, but now, not only did she hear them, but she was clearly experiencing mood swings.
Ye Yunla’s face was calm, but her heart was in turmoil.
She gripped the cup tightly and stared motionlessly at the little girl’s reaction.
“Little Yinyin, don’t you remember uncle? Come over here, let uncle hug you.”
Fu Beijue’s voice was even gentler, like the first melting of the snowy mountains, cold but visible warmth.
Fu Ziling stood at the side, a sour emotion inexplicably creeping up in his heart.