There was an embarrassing breath in the air, and finally, Fu Ci seemed to see the crampedness of Qi Yan, and suddenly said: "You are wearing this to prepare for business?"

Prayer was frightened.

After he finished speaking, he stuffed the peeled oranges into Qi Yan's hands, "Eat."

Fu Ci's father frowned, just about to scold him for not being big or small, but his wife pulled his sleeves.

Mother Fu glanced at the child sitting next to Fu Ci, and said, "I remember you, when we were still in our hometown, we always heard people talk about it, not only good grades, but also a quiet temperament, we are also thanks to you in Fu Ci. The tutoring in the third year of high school can be admitted to the A university."

"I should have said thank you face to face long ago."

Fu's mother may have been doing business abroad for a long time, and she is not as gentle and gentle as Qi Yan's mother. She speaks neatly and crisply, but Qi Yan can still feel the softness of her tone when she speaks to herself.

"Auntie is polite, it's because of Fu Ji's hard work." Qi Yan replied politely, and pointed to the skin care products he bought on the table, "My mother often praises it for its good use. I hope you will use it."

When Mother Fu heard him compare herself with her mother, she felt a lot more cordial, and her tense shoulders relaxed.

This time Fu Ci said that she would bring prayers back. She never imagined that this child was unwilling to talk to them at all on weekdays, and she was always cold, but she was willing to bring her best friend home to meet them.

Although she had long known that Fu Ci was better with this child, when the two were together, she really understood how close the two were.

She had never seen such a rich expression on Fu Ci's face, instead of keeping her face straight and cold.

Fu Ci listened to the two chatting there, and a smile appeared on his lips, and he was ready to get enough oranges on the table and peel another one for Qi Yan.

This orange is full of water and sweet, and have finished eating one.

Who knew that just as he wanted to get the biggest one, his father clapped his hands away, "I know how to eat it!"

After speaking, he snatched the big one from Fu Ci's hands, peeled it off and handed it to his wife, "Eat some fruit."

Fu Ci is not surprised by this kind of thing.

On the surface, it looks like his father is in charge of the family, but in fact, all major matters are in the hands of his mother. Now his mother obviously likes to pray, and he doesn't need to care about his father at all.

But even though he didn't care about it, his father didn't like Qi Yan. During dinner, he directly opened a bottle of good wine from his collection, "Come on, let's drink him tonight, so as not to be dismissed in the future. This kid spoiled."

Fu Ci saw the wine in his father's hand, and his eyes were straight, "Hey, I searched for the New Year for several days and couldn't find it. I thought it was long gone. It turns out that you hid it!"

"Hey, do you think I don't know what your idea is? Can you find me and be your father?"

The father and son were bickering happily, while Qi Yan was helping Mother Fu put the dishes on the table.

The dishes were ordered in advance at a large hotel nearby. I was going to eat out, but I don’t know if the atmosphere at home was rare and harmonious, and a few people didn’t want to break it, so they ordered the dishes outside.

Mother Fu looked at the prayer to help her cut the fruit, and felt that she didn't seem like an elder, so she coughed: "Today is too hurried, wait for my aunt to show you a hand tomorrow."

She remembered that Qi Yan's mother was a master at cooking. Once on the winter solstice, she delivered dumplings to their family across the street. She still remembers the delicious taste.

She herself is too lazy to cook. Speaking of which, the family still resigns his father to the kitchen more often.

The more think about it, the more ashamed feel.

Ke Qiyan's next sentence made her smile directly.

"Auntie, Fu Ci's cooking skills are also very good. I think it must be inherited from you. We can let him cook tomorrow."

Qi Yan sold Fu Ci without hesitation.

It's not that he didn't notice that Fu's mother was unfamiliar in the kitchen. He felt that it didn't matter. Everyone was good at different fields. With Fu's temperament, he must be able to advance and retreat at the negotiating table.

However, the elders must still have a little vanity in front of the younger ones, and he doesn't need to expose them.

The characters of Fu Ci's family are really similar, as long as they pay attention, they are easy to understand.

Qi Yan glanced at the father and son who were bickering on the other side, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and the father of Fu Ci was also, who obviously looked so shrewd, but in front of his wife and children, he put away all his thoughts, only next love.

This kind of relationship is also good.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was still warm, and Fu Ci and his father were drinking with you, and he even poured a lot of prayers.

He actually didn't plan to stay overnight. He wanted to leave after dinner, but Fu's mother refused, "Isn't it Sunday tomorrow? Sleep here for one night, and I'll have the room ready."

After she finished speaking, she was afraid that Qi Yan wanted to leave, so she frantically gave Fu Ci's father a wink and asked him to drink more drinks with Qi Yan.

Praying for kindness is difficult, but I was not good at drinking. The alcohol content was not low, and I soon got drunk. I accidentally knocked over the dipping sauce for the shrimp, and the creamy yellow sweater was instantly black.

He looked down at the piece of dirt, completely frozen, not knowing what to do for a moment.

He didn't bring a change of clothes at all, and the light color was not resistant to getting dirty, and it looked ugly at first glance.

Qi Yan felt a little ashamed for some reason, and his dull mind made him unable to think of a solution at all.

It was Fu Ci who noticed his strangeness first. When he saw the overturned dipping sauce, he immediately took out a piece of paper and wiped it for Qi Yan, but it was useless, the color was already dyed.

Qi Yan looked at him at a loss, dumbfounded.

Seeing him like this, Fu Ci knew that Qi Yan must have been drunk. As usual, Qi Yan must have gone to the bathroom immediately. It was like now, looking at him with reliance on his face, and even unconsciously pinching the corner of his clothes, like a kid who made mistakes.

"It's okay, I'll change it later." Fu Ci rubbed his head and coaxed patiently.

"But I didn't bring any clothes." Qi Yan frowned, her tone serious.

"Just wear mine." Fu Ci replied with a smile, and moved the seat of prayer to his side, making people close to him, "And no one saw it."