Chapter 7 She is not my daughter

"Father."

  The man hugged the small milk bag, bowed towards Fu Wenzhuo, and then passed by.

   For his youngest son, the Fu family master knows his temperament better than anyone else, otherwise how can he bear the title of Fu family Yan Wangye.

   "Hey, Chen'er, who is this child?" Fu Wenzhuo responded quickly and stopped the man's steps, staring at the little milk bag in his arms.

   The other patriarchs also showed curiosity and surprise. After all, there was no other woman besides the Fu family around the third young master of the Fu family.

   And this time, he actually came back with a small breastfeeding bag. The little breastfeeding bag looks like he is two or three years old. Could it be that Fu Chen was married a few years ago?

  Fu Chen was holding the little milk bag and really stopped his steps. As soon as his thin lips moved, he was about to say something, but the little guy in his arms spoke first: "Uncle~ The nest is called Wen Bai, it is Fu Yan Wang's baby Bai Bai~"

   The little guy's grin is sweet, and his voice is soft and waxy, which makes people's hearts melt.

  Everyone almost automatically ignored Wen Bai's address to Fu Chen, and all the old faces were overjoyed.

   is even more convinced that it is Fu Chen's daughter.

   Family Master Fu was laughing too hard. The more he looked at this little milk bag, the more he liked it.

   Hearing this, the little guy stretched out his short arms and returned with a milky voice.

  Fu Wenzhuo was also about to pick up the little guy, but unexpectedly Fu Yan Wang was holding the little milk bag and directly distanced himself from them, without changing his face: "She is not my daughter."

   After the words fell, everyone's expressions changed and they looked at each other.

   "Chen'er, what are you doing running so fast with your daughter in your arms? Mom won't force it." Yu Xiaoyin's familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

  Fu Chen: "..."

   After listening, the middle-aged men nodded to each other and smiled.

   It turns out that King Fu Yan was embarrassed.

   "Please do it yourself." Fu Chen knew that they had misunderstood, but because he was concerned about the little guy's injury, he quickly walked in with the person in his arms.

  Fu Heng, who ran after Yu Xiaoyin, saw that the little milk bag was being held by Fu Chen, he was a little dissatisfied, and his eyes widened.

   He is so big, and the third uncle has not hugged him yet. How can that crying bag be so purple? Fu Heng really is more and more dissatisfied with it.

   "Daughter? Was that child really Chen'er's child?" Fu Wenzhuo asked his granddaughter eagerly.

   Hearing that, Yu Xiaoyin smiled with a happy mood, like a kind grandmother, "You are stupid, you look like the cub of our Fu family!"

   "Besides, have you ever seen Chen'er and any child so close? No! Even Fu Gouheng ignored him. She must be a daughter-in-law, could she still be a daughter-in-law?"

  Yu Xiaoyin was explaining it to everyone in a serious manner, from beginning to end, it was a brain supplement.

   But, she dared to speak, and they dared to listen, and they really believed it.

   Fu Wenzhuo nodded in agreement, and really believed in Yu Xiaoyin's violent operation.

  The eldest son of the Fu family is five or six years old, and the second daughter is married, so Fu Chen is the only one left.

   The key is that their parents worry that he will be a bachelor for the rest of his life, but they will not be able to get involved.

  It's all right now, their daughters are so old, they can rest assured.

  The Fu family worked very hard to make up for it...-

  Fu Chen carried the little milk bag back to his room, threw her on the sofa, turned around and went to the drawer to take out a medical box, and then came back.

   "Put out your hand." The man was holding a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant, his face was displeased, and his voice was horrified.

  Wen Bai didn't dare to make trouble, and obediently stretched out his scraped little paw in front of the man, carefully raising his eyes to look at the man from time to time.

   is very good.

   (end of this chapter)