247: C247 I'm Not Your Biological Child?

C247 I'm Not Your Biological Child?

President Gu and his wife had been preparing for Fu Yunjian's visit early in the morning.

President Gu saw a Bentley entering his villa from the surveillance camera and immediately followed his wife out to welcome him.

The Bentley drove into the villa's main door and passed through a beautiful garden. Finally, it stopped in front of the main house.

When President Gu saw the man who got out of the car, he immediately walked up and squeezed out a polite smile on his cold and hard face.

"Director Fu."

"Uncle Gu, I came to your house as a friend this time, not to discuss business." Fu Yunchen shook hands with the middle-aged man. "Just call me Yunjian."

Then he greeted Mrs. Gu.

Soon, Fu Jingyan, who got off the car, also came over. He bowed to the Gu couple and said in a tender voice, "Uncle Gu, Auntie Gu."

President Gu seemed to be shocked. He quickly smiled and said, "It's hot outside. Let's go in and chat."

President Gu brought Fu Yunjian and his son into the living room. There were high-grade fruits and tea prepared on the coffee table.

He picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Fu Yunjian, "Mingyan knew you were coming and went out to buy vegetables with the maids early on. She said she wanted to personally make lunch for you guys to taste."

Madam Gu picked up a pot of watermelon juice on the table and asked the little guy softly, "Jingyan, do you like watermelon juice?"

"Yes." Fu Jingyan nodded and smiled obediently. "Thank you, Auntie Gu."

"You're welcome." Madam Gu poured a cup of watermelon juice and placed it in front of the little fellow. Her gaze quietly swept across the child's face.

Strange.

When she saw this child previously, she had a silent expression. It seemed that she also had anorexia. It was said that she drank nutritional supplements every day.

Why did the child stop talking in such a short period of time?

Furthermore, she poured a cup of watermelon juice, and the child drank it all, without any signs of nausea.

President Gu and Fu Yunjian drank tea as they chatted. Soon, they talked about the business of the mall. Fu Jingyan sat on the sofa and watched television obediently.

About an hour later, Gu Mingyan, who had gone out with the maids to buy groceries, returned.

Gu Mingyan was wearing a gray long dress today. The design of the dress made her figure fully visible. Her hairstyle was also very vintage, with red lips and a willow waist. In her dignified manner, there was a hint of charm.

It was a woman that could move one's heart just by looking at her.

After Gu Mingyan entered the house, she did not seem to notice that there was a guest in the living room. She was talking to the kitchen lady about what to do in the afternoon.

It was still President Gu who called her, "Mingyan, Yunjian is here."

Gu Mingyan turned her head to look at the living room and was slightly stunned. Then she quickly walked over and complained to President Gu, "Dad, Yunjian is here. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I told you. Are you in a hurry to come back?" President Gu joked.

"Father..." Gu Mingyan bit her lips slightly.

Then she walked over and sat down on the sofa Fu Yunjian was sitting on. However, she slightly pulled away from him.

She knew that Fu Yunjian did not like the opposite sex being too close to him.

"I heard that Jingyan likes pigeon soup. When I went out in the morning, I cooked pigeon soup." Gu Mingyan said softly, "I will go to the kitchen to cook a few more dishes later. But my cooking is not good. I cannot compare to the chefs in Fu house. Just don't mind it. "

Madam Gu smiled and said, "The chefs in Fu house are old masters who have been cooking for several years. How long have you been learning how to cook? How can you compare yourself to the old masters?"1

"Mom." Gu Mingyan was a little unhappy after being scolded. "Am I your biological child?"

"Mom is just telling the truth."

Fu Yunjian put down the teacup in his hand and said faintly, "You personally cooked lunch for me and Jingyan. This kind of goodwill is already enough. I don't even choose whether it's delicious or not, but..."

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