ST3YC Chapter 6.2

“Dad, wait.”

 

Seeing his father preparing to go out with his shrunken mother, Fu Sishen, who had just recovered, was suddenly panicked.

 

He crawled and rushed in front of the two of them, opened his arms to block the way, and was very brave in action. As a result, he caught his dad’s gaze and became obedient.

 

Alas, the two brothers grow up under the majesty of their father when they were young, and the psychological shadow is a bit deep.

 

Qingqing tilted her head and looked at Fu Sishen, who was behaving strangely. She didn’t know what he was doing and why he rushed to block the way.

 

“Dad…” After hesitating for awhile, Fu Sishen decided to go all out: “Dad, you won’t hand my mother over to the government right? I…I won’t let you succeed.”

 

No matter how the mother and child are at odds, this is his mother, and Fu Sishen can’t just watch his father hurt his mother.

 

Fu Heng: “…”

 

Qing Qing: “…”

 

Is this stupid person her son?

 

Suddenly she didn’t want it very much.

 

Qingqing looked disgusted, don’t think that a three-year-old kid can’t understand what a fool is like, she can understand.

 

Fu Heng’s face darkened slightly. .

 

As an adult, his thinking is a little more complicated, unlike the young and innocent Qingqing. From the attitude of his youngest son, Fu Heng can even see some problems that have been ignored for a long time.

 

“Do you think I will hurt your mother?”

 

He is so distrusted by his son?

 

Or from the perspective of his son, the relationship between himself and his mother is really so bad?

 

“…” Fu Sishen was afraid to speak.

 

To say yes would be too hurtful, and to say no would be obviously against his will, so he could only remain silent.

 

Seeing him like this, Fu Heng still doesn’t understand.

 

“I just want to take your mother to buy some children’s products.”

 

After all, he doesn’t know how long his wife will remain small. Taking care of children is a meticulous job, so he can’t be unprepared.

 

“You…” staring at his younger son solemnly: “It’s okay to read more, don’t always mess with those messy things with those friends.”

 

Fu Sishen, who had not had time to be embarrassed because of his misunderstanding, was rebuked, and immediately resembled a cat with a blown hair, and angrily retorted: “What is a mess? The current national comic industry has a good prospect… “

 

However, no one listened to him. Fu Heng had already taken Qingqing and drove away.

 

“!” Fu Sishen, who wanted to curse but because of his childhood education, could not find any suitable vocabulary, poured himself two large glasses of cold water with anger.