bestfiction Chapter 166 No, I insist on shouting
Chapter 166 No, I insist on shouting
Yingying.
This title is both familiar and unfamiliar.
An Ying was a little dazed.
When she was little, Cao Ming would hug her and call her Yingying when she lay in her mother's arms listening to stories.
After her mother passed away, no one called her that again.
When she was twelve, she followed An Weiping back to the Fu family. The Fu residence was so big that she got lost.
An Ying ran around anxiously, not knowing where to go.
Occasionally, she would pass by a few nannies and muster up the courage to ask them about it.
"Auntie, I... I'm lost, could you tell me...?"
When the nannies saw that he was a stranger, they assumed he was the child of a friend that Mr. Fu had invited to visit.
At this moment, a nanny whispered a reminder.
"Keep the children that An Weiping brought back away from her."
An Ying still remembers the look of disdain in the eyes of those nannies.
They glanced at her, then turned and left.
An Ying reluctantly pushed open the door beside her, and outside the door was a platform on the fourth floor of the villa.
An Ying squatted in the corner of the platform, inexplicably missing her mother.
She took out her phone and called An Weiping, but he didn't answer.
An Ying then pulled out a video of her mother that she had saved in her favorites from the photo album.
"Yingying, look at Mommy!"
"Yingying, shall I tell you this story today?"
Twelve-year-old An Ying sniffed, her eyes slightly stinging.
Just then, a boy's voice came from behind.
Who is Yingying?
An Ying was startled.
Fu Chengli had just returned from the hospital that day, and hadn't even had time to change out of his hospital gown.
He exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay.
Unlike other naive eighteen-year-olds, Fu Chengli, who had just escaped death, was more composed and steady.
He frowned and asked again, "Who is Yingying? Is it you?"
An Ying nodded.
I vaguely heard Grandpa Fu mention that one of his grandsons had just been in a car accident.
An Ying looked Fu Chengli up and down, guessing that he was probably that good grandson.
Fu Chengli turned around and walked to the steps at the entrance to the rooftop, where he sat down lazily.
He bent down, took out a pack of cigarettes from his hospital gown, and lit it.
An Ying was shocked.
He doesn't look like someone who has just recovered from a serious illness at all.
Fu Chengli frowned and pressed, "Who are you? I've never seen you before."
An Ying answered cautiously, "My name is An Ying, An Weiping's daughter."
She looked down at her feet, feeling a little hesitant.
Will he look down on her like those other nannies...?
Out of the corner of her eye, she could sense Fu Chengli's gaze; it wasn't one of contempt.
Instead, it is exceptionally sharp.
He gave a meaningful "hmm": "An Weiping, Fourth Uncle, why are you wandering around all by yourself?"
An Ying: "I...I'm lost."
Fu Chengli raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
A few minutes later, he stubbed out the cigarette he hadn't finished smoking, stood up, and glanced at An Ying.
"Let's go, I'll take you down."
This was her first meeting with Fu Chengli.
Her first impression of him was that he was more like a cold, delinquent teenager.
Fu Chengli went abroad for several years, and when he returned many years later, he became the president of the Fu Group.
Upon returning to China, he seemed like a completely different person, adopting the image of a carefree and arrogant young nobleman, moving about in the world of fame and fortune in the northern city.
"Yingying".
Fu Chengli straightened up, stared at An Ying's face, and called out again in a low voice.
He even reached out and put his arm around her waist.
I closed the distance between us a bit.
An Ying frowned. What's wrong with this person? He's bleeding and still not behaving himself?
"That's my mom's nickname for me, don't call me that."
"No, I must shout, Yingying, Yingying, Yingying, Yingying."
Fu Chengli's voice grew softer and softer, making An Ying's scalp tingle.
An Ying was speechless.
Do all men like to cheat when they're drunk?
An Ying lifted Fu Chengli's chin, keeping him in a tilted-back position.
After a while, the bleeding finally stopped.
An Ying breathed a sigh of relief. Now she could finally see him off, right?
"Cousin, your house is upstairs..."
Before An Ying could finish speaking, Fu Chengli slumped onto the sofa and casually assumed a starfish position.
"An Ying, look at me, I'm drunk and bleeding, and all you're thinking about is how to get rid of me? Where is your conscience?"
An Ying thought to herself: You ate it.
Fu Chengli raised his hand and pointed to the cup on the table.