Seeing Mrs. Zhang walking towards her with a rectangular golden nanmu box, he stood up and walked over, opened the lid, and took out the wooden stick lying inside.

Fu Chenyu immediately changed his face. He had experienced the power of this wooden stick since he was a child. "Uncle, don't do this. If you have something to say, what's wrong with me, can't I change it?"

Fu Shiyan walked to Fu Chenyu, half a head taller than the other party, and he narrowed his cold eyes slightly, "Seeing An Yan has changed, so he wants to turn back again?"

That's what Fu Chenyu thought, but he couldn't say that, "Of course not, I just think she is quite pitiful."

The wooden stick suddenly hit his arm, and he screamed.

"This stick is because you are traitorous!"

The wooden stick landed on Fu Chenyu's other arm again, and Fu Shiyan continued: "This stick is because you want to take human life!"

The wooden stick fell down again, and Fu Chenyu rubbed the leg that had been injured repeatedly, "Uncle, I can't stand the one leg but I can't stand it!"

Fu Shiyan looked indifferent, "This stick is a dirty thought!"

Fu Chenyu knelt on the ground in pain. Fu Shiyan raised the wooden stick and hit him hard on the back, one after another, without any mercy.

Fu Chenyu gritted his teeth, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out, cold sweat soaked his shirt, and his spine was sore.

Zhou Yi felt a little reluctant, but she also felt that Fu Chenyu was really too much this time. She shook her head and helped Fu Haichuan back to the room.

It was not until Fu Chenyu was beaten to the ground that Fu Shiyan stopped.

He put the wooden stick back into the box, "Don't mess with An Yan in the future. Since he chose An Yirou, continue." After saying that, he turned around and turned to the stairs.

After returning to the room and taking a shower, Fu Shiyan walked out in a bathrobe.

He wiped his black hair with a dry towel, and his slanted hair covered his deep eyes, leaving a little bit of hostility.

He looked at the message sent on his phone, which was a string of strange numbers.

:Uncle, have you arrived home?

:Uncle, does your wound hurt?

:Uncle, I added you on WeChat, remember to pass it!

:Uncle, remember to apply ointment!

Fu Shiyan sat on a bamboo chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, threw her phone to the round table beside her, knocked out a cigarette from the cigarette box, and opened the lighter cover with her thumb, and the scarlet flames burned.

In the smoke, the man's peach blossom eyes were dim and unclear.

He let the text message keep breaking in until the last message is frozen at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Fu Shiyan picked up his cell phone and took a look. An Yan sent a total of nine messages.

He seemed to care about his appearance, and his eyes fell on the last one: uncle, good night.

He clicked on WeChat, passed An Yan's application verification, and replied: Good night.

The corners of his lips were almost hooked slightly, and he had a niece for no reason.

Inexplicably, the girl's white and greasy body fell to the ground. The slight bulge of the corner of his lips quickly disappeared, and the fingertips pressed the cigarette butt and threw it into the ashtray.

He didn't expect that this girl would easily stir up the primitive desire in his heart.

He pressed his eyebrows and kept his distance from An Yan.

In the special care unit.

An Yan lay on the bed, her calves swaying back and forth. She looked at the text message she sent and the sea was filled with whine. There was no message from friends on WeChat, and she felt a whine in her heart.

Could it be that he was frightened by his own slutty action last night?

No!

I was so scared that I wouldn't hand it back to deliver her meals in person.

The old man’s thoughts are really hard to guess!

It seems that the road to chasing your husband is long!

Just when she was desperate, she found that she had become a friend of the same person named fsy and received the word "good night".

An Yan was so excited that she was about to fly up. She looked at the starry sky portrait repeatedly, and the smile on the corners of her lips kept rising.

The next morning.

As soon as An Yan finished washing up, a knock on the door sounded outside the door.

She opened the door and saw Han Yang smiling and handing it to the bag of Ding Shang Ming Chef.

"Miss An Yan, Mr. Fu asked me to deliver breakfast to you, and lunch will be delivered around twelve noon. I will come to handle the discharge procedures for you in the afternoon."

An Yan took the bag and said thank you with a smile.

She was about to close the door, and a big palm was pressed against it.

An Zaili, An and her stepmother Du Xinlan walked in arrogantly.

An Yan's delicate little face instantly sank.

"An Yan, how are you?" An Zaili asked about his well-being.

"I'm so lucky, I'm not dead." An Yan was too lazy to pay attention to them, so she walked towards the hospital bed and placed the bag on the table.

Du Xinlan was wearing a champagne cheongsam, with a meticulous bun on her head, and holding an Ay's handbag in her hand, looking like she had just been dressed up and came to the hospital.

Seeing An Yan's beautiful little face, she was deeply disgusted.

Why is this country bun looking more beautiful than her daughter?

She didn't care about it and sat directly on the chair, "If you deliberately burn Yirou's face, I won't care about it. But I warn you that Chen Yu loves Yirou in his heart, so you don't want to bother you anymore."

An Yan sneered, "You know your daughter, why I splashed her water because she played with me the same trick before. If she messed with me again, I might not be sure to do something even more terrible. As for Fu Chenyu, I am not a septic tank and can't store shit."

Du Xinlan didn't expect that the little slut who had been obedient in the past was so eloquent now. As expected, it was really unlucky as Yi Rou said!

She gritted her teeth, "You mean Yiru is a septic tank?"

"Well, that's what you said." An Yan smiled carelessly, "But the Fu family agreed to marry An's family at the beginning, but because of my grandfather's relationship with the old man of the Fu family, Mr. Fu named me An Yan and Fu Chenyu. Although An Yirou followed Aunt Du into the An family and changed it to the An family, she was not the real An family. Can Mr. Fu agree?"

Du Xinlan held the nails of her handbag and embedded them deeply on the leather bag. She was really angry by An Yan. "Chen Yu and Yi Rou are already together, so the Fu family has to recognize this family. Anyway, this is not something you are worried about."

An Zaili smiled and said, "An Yan, there are many wealthy families in Jiangcheng. Dad will introduce you to you better in the future."

An Yan snorted lightly, "It seems that the An family will be on the verge of bankruptcy next time, I will be useful again."

An Zai Li: "..."

Du Xinlan snorted coldly, "You should feel honored to be able to do your part for the An family! You are so ungrateful. It is rare that your father cares about you so much!"

"Caring and loving?" An Yan sneered, "Then why did he come to the hospital to visit An Yirou last night but not to see me?"

Du Xinlan choked, "Yirou was your father who grew up watching him! After all, you have not been by his side for so many years. What are you comparing?"
Chapter completed!