While having dinner, Fu Song suddenly remembered that he was still holding a letter in his arms, and said to Xu Lin: "I have to go out in a while, but I will be back soon."

Xu Lin said suspiciously: "What can you do in the middle of the night?"

Fu Song was embarrassed to say that he wanted to send a love letter to his son, so he had to vaguely say, "I brought something to someone, but the other party was in a hurry to use it."

Xu Lin didn't think much and said, "Then you come back early and I'll keep the door for you."

After Mr. Fan died, in order to take care of his mother-in-law who broke his legs, Yin Lei and his family moved to Mr. Fan's old house.

I went home and got some food that the old man could eat, such as bean powder, wheat milk essence, walnut kernels, canned food, etc. Anyway, Fu Song couldn't hold his face and went to deliver the letter to his son, but it was okay to use the excuse to see the old man, so he could deliver the letter at will.

When I arrived at her house, Yin Lei had just served her mother-in-law to finish her meal. When she saw Fu Song carrying a lot of things, she subconsciously thought that he was visiting her mother-in-law, so she let him in and was kind to him.

After entering the door, Fu Song put down his things and asked, "How is your old lady?"

Yin Lei shook her head with a sad expression: "I have also been paralyzed after the winter. I thought I could not survive this winter. I just fed her food and fell asleep, so you don't want to go in."

The windows in the winter were all closed, and there was a smell of urine inside. Every time she went in, she seemed to walk through the execution ground. Don’t mess with others.

Fu Song didn't force himself. Anyway, he just had his heart delivered. Seeing Fan Yiran sitting quietly on the sofa and reading a comic strip, he quickly took out the letter and said, "Yiyi, Fu Shengyuan has written you a letter and asked me to bring it to you."

Hearing this, Fan Yiran quickly jumped off the sofa, snatched the envelope from Fu Song's hand, and turned around and was about to run into the room.

Yin Lei scolded behind her, "Did you call me uncle? No polite at all!"

Fan Yiran turned around and stuck out his tongue at Fu Song, "Hello, uncle, goodbye uncle."

Fu Song said with a funny look: "Go and go."

If this little girl becomes her daughter-in-law in the future, it is actually not bad...

Yin Lei looked at the door that had just been closed and frowned and said, "Your son can write letters?"

Fu Song shook his head and said, "Don't ask me what he wrote, I don't know."

Yin Lei was exposed by him, her face turned slightly red, and she said in a slightly reproachful tone: "The child is still young, why don't you care about it at all?"

Fu Song said: "Children also have privacy. I promise not to read it. How can I peek at it if I break my promise?"

Seeing that he looked like he was not attentive to his own affairs, Yin Lei didn't know how to complain, so he was a little cold. The living room was so quiet that it seemed that the second hand of the clock was "clicking".

The house is a typical two-bedroom and one-living room layout. Just after the Spring Festival, the living room table was filled with fragrant wax fruits, etc. The room where Fan Yiran went should be the master bedroom, and the three of Yin Lei and his family of three lived. The old lady should live in the next room.

After Fu Song looked at the house, he turned around and found that Yin Lei was looking at him. Seeing that she was looking at him, she immediately turned her head aside and pretended to look at the night outside the window.

On the evening, she was wearing a pink cotton-padded pajamas and loose training pants on her lower body. The pajamas looked a little bloated, but they couldn't hide her beautiful figure at all.

Fu Song couldn't help but glance at him for a few more times, and said without saying a word: "Where is your old fan?"

"Don't mention it, I can help me when I'm here. As soon as the old man left, I feel wild and plan to learn from you to do business, but I don't have a good class." Yin Lei still looked at the window glass, as if she could really see the night view outside.

Fu Song laughed dryly and said, "Actually, there is nothing wrong with doing business, you can't be prejudiced."

Yin Lei turned around and looked at him and said, "I didn't say that business is not good, but scorers, you can do big business, but not everyone has the ability to do you."

Fu Song was embarrassed by her praise and said modestly: "I'm just making a small fuss, how can I have any skills?"

The two of them talked for a while and Fu Song felt that Lao Fan was not at home, so it would be better not to stay for more, so he quickly said goodbye and left.

Not long after Fu Song left, Fan Jianguo walked in the door in a drunken state. Seeing the gift on the table, he said in confusion: "Are guests coming to your home?"

"Fu Song just left." Yin Lei replied, then remembered something and said angrily: "Do you still know how to come back?"

Fan Jianguo just pretended that he didn't hear her complaint, and suddenly realized: "I just saw someone getting into a car downstairs. I was wondering, it turned out to be him. No, what is he here to do?"

Yin Lei said: "What else can you do besides looking at the old man?"

She originally wanted to mention a letter written by the child, but she swallowed it back.

Fan Jianguo looked through the gift and said in amazement: "It's quite generous to take action. When did our family have such a good relationship? He won't really want our Yiyi to be his daughter-in-law, right?"

Yin Lei gave him a blank look: "You think beautifully!"

Fan Jianguo curled his lips: "I'm not interested. What's so great about having two bad money? Let's wait."

Yin Lei: “….”

When Fu Song returned to the hotel, it was already past nine o'clock. He thought that Xu Lin must have been anxious, so he parked the car and headed straight for her room.

As soon as he entered the door, Fu Song felt dark before his eyes. There seemed to be no headlights in the room. Then a soft and warm body squeezed into his arms, and then he was pushed to the wall by the body.

Fu Song feels like he is being misled by that, but sometimes he is more passive and has a different kind of interest. Since he can't resist, no, he doesn't want to resist, so just enjoy it.

After taking a shower, Fu Song entered the sage time again, leaned against the bed and watched Xu Lin rush the small brown bottles one by one, and asked, "What's this?"

"I've been following the essential oils, which my father made by himself." Xu Lin introduced them one by one like a treasure, "This is to remove wind and cold, this is to relieve muscles and blood circulation, this is to refresh the mind, this is to relieve swelling and relieve pain, this is to relieve fatigue and relax…."

Fu Song was surprised that more than a dozen small bottles had their own effects, but Xu Lin had the last one left without introduction.

Xu Lin seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and gently licked her rosy lips, "This is for fun, do you want to try it?"

Fu Song's eyes widened, and there was such a good thing, but let it go today, and he couldn't really come, so he waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about it when you're done."

Xu Lin smiled and said, "Then you have some waiting."

Fu Song also smiled: "You don't have to worry about waiting for a good wine."

"Go to you! You are the wine!" Xu Lin put away the extra bottle, left only two, and said to the bed: "Why are you standing there? Let's lie down."

Although Fu Song obediently lay on the bed, he was still worried and said, "Is this thing useful when your father makes? What other side effects will there be?"

If you are not afraid of anything else, just be afraid of something in the future, then he might as well die.
Chapter completed!