"You are still making excuses. If it's not you, then who else?"
Fu Cheng would rather she cried because of him, but there was no way to explain such a complicated thing to a child.
He picked up Fu Xiwen and felt that the journey to find his mother was becoming far away again.
While the father and son were confronting each other, there was movement on the stairs.
The two of them looked upstairs at the same time.
Li Wentian was walking downstairs with his suitcase in hand.
Fu Cheng frowned: "What are you"
Li Wentian's eyes were still red, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I have something to do and I have to go abroad."
The incident happened suddenly, and Fu Cheng was not prepared at all: "Where are you going? Are you going by yourself? When will you be back"
In his desperation, he forgot to control his sense of proportion, and his series of inquiries had already exceeded the friendship of ordinary classmates.
He quickly discovered the gaffe and sighed softly: "Sorry, I'm just a little worried. So, have the tickets been booked?"
Before Li Wentian could speak, Fu Xiwen spoke: "You want to leave?"
After only getting along with her for a few days, this little guy has become dependent on her. Although he is still arrogant sometimes, it is obvious that he likes her.
Li Wentian reached out to hug him over and kissed him on the face: "I have something very important to do. I don't know when I will be back. You have to listen to daddy, okay?"
Fu Xiwen's eyes were a little red, but his tone was very stiff: "It's none of my business where you go, and I don't care when you come back."
Li Wentian lowered her eyes and returned him to Fu Cheng's arms: "It's too late. His things are all in my bedroom. You can pack them up."
Fu Xiwen hugged Fu Cheng's neck tightly and buried his face in his shoulder, not looking at Li Wentian.
Fu Cheng was worried about her saying "I don't know when I will come back", but it didn't show on his face: "Okay."
Li Wentian reached out and patted Fu Xiwen on the back, then picked up the suitcase and left without looking back.
Fu Cheng stood silently for a while, and then asked him: "Why are your things in her bedroom?"
The little guy buried his face deeper, not wanting to answer this slightly embarrassing question.
Fu Cheng thought about it and could probably guess the reason.
He went upstairs, put the child down, and began to pack his clothes.
There were not many clothes. After packing them up, he called Fu Xiwen: "Let's go."
Fu Xiwen was holding a box in his hand: "Daddy, this box is very beautiful."
Fu Cheng frowned: "Don't touch other people's things, put them back where they belong."
"Daddy, what do you think it will be inside?" Fu Xiwen was a little reluctant to leave it: "I saw my aunt holding this box several times, not talking, looking very sad."
Fu Cheng¡¯s heart was suddenly lifted. People who are cold and calm are always easily aroused by her things.
"Can I open it and take a look?" Fu Xiwen asked with his little face raised.
Fu Cheng shook his head: "No."
Although Fu Xiwen is curious, he is not a naughty kid who doesn't understand the rules. He turned around and tried to put the box back into its place, but he stumbled and fell to the ground.
The box in his hand was thrown out due to inertia, and with a crash, everything inside fell out.
Fu Cheng frowned and knelt down to hug him: "Why are you so careless? How does Daddy usually teach you"
"Daddy!" Fu Xiwen screamed: "The box is broken."
Fu Cheng¡¯s heart skipped a beat and he raised his eyes to look over.
After looking at it, he never looked away again.
The box is full of small things, including a pair of broken diamond cufflinks, a white sports wristband, a somewhat familiar engraved pen, and a heart-shaped pendant that can hold photos
Fu Cheng stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly.
There are his initials on the pen - until now, he still retains the habit of engraving on his belongings. It was so old that the letters "fc" on the pen were a little blurry, but he clearly remembered that it was his pen.
As for the pair of cufflinks, he remembered that he was participating in an activity at school, and the buckle was accidentally torn off by a classmate. He just put it aside without any intention of asking for it again.
Finally, he picked up the pendant. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com