671: C671 She Is My Father's Wife

C671 She Is My Father's Wife

"I like him. He's my idol, Prince Charming!"

Fu Jingyan immediately pulled a long face. He shook his head and sighed like a young adult. "Sigh... A woman's mouth is a liar's ghost."

He had just said that he liked him, but now he had forgotten about him.

Yan Shu looked at her son's sad and jealous expression from the rearview mirror. She was about to laugh out loud, so she did not notice the man on the huge painting outside.

Yan Shu remembered the concert tickets she had received earlier. The singer seemed to be Soong Mingxun.

"Sui, mom has the concert tickets for this singer. She's even a VIP seat." Yan Shu said, "You can go with brother and godmother to watch it tonight."

"Really?" Yan Xiaosui was delighted and gave Yan Shu a kiss, "Mommy, I love you, muooh!"

Fu Jingyan snorted. "I'm not going. I don't like to listen to music."

Especially listening to Yan Xiaosui's idol's songs!

The car quickly arrived at the kindergarten. Yan Shu led the two kids into the office to get their school uniforms.

There were still many parents who came to get their school uniforms today. When they saw Fu Jingyan and Yan Xiaosui, they could not help but praise how cute they were. They even started to dislike their own children.

Yan Shu walked to the front of the office desk and reported Fu Jingyan and Yan Xiaosui's names.

The teacher quickly found Yan Xiaosui's school uniform and school bag and gave it to Yan Shu.

When she was looking for Fu Jingyan, she saw Fu Yunjian in her father's column, and then the teacher looked at Yan Shu.

"Did Mr. Fu send you here?"

Before Yan Shu could reply, Fu Jingyan held her hand and said proudly, "No, this lady is my father's wife and also my mother!"

The teacher showed a surprised expression. He looked at Yan Shu and then at Fu Jingyan.

She also ate melons, but she only knew that the big boss of Fu's Group had a son, but she didn't hear that he had a wife.

However, Fu Jingyan was indeed somewhat similar to Yan Shu. One look and one could tell that they were mother and son.

Yan Shu knew that the little guy did not have a mother to accompany him in the past. If she did not say it out loud, she would definitely feel wronged in her heart.

She held Fu Jingyan's hand tightly and smiled at the teacher. "Yes, I'm his mother. I'm free today, so I came to get their school uniform."

"Sorry, because his mother did not write anything in her column." The teacher hurriedly apologized.

He found Fu Jingyan's school uniform and school bag and gave them to Yan Shu.

Yan Shu put on the school uniform and asked the teacher, "Can you help me check if the two children are in the same class?"

"Okay." The teacher took out the class schedule and looked around, then shook his head, "No, they are not. Do you want the two children to be in the same class?"

Yan Shu nodded. Yes." Yes, I'm more at ease with them being together."

The teacher quickly transferred the two children to the same class and even asked Yan Shu if she wanted to pick up the children on the school bus when driving the garden.

Yan Shu shook her head and declined.

After getting her school uniform bag, Yan Shu sent the two children to the villa.

"You two be good, your godmother will come back later." Yan Shu squatted down and kissed Fu Jingyan on the cheek.

She promised the child, "In the future, mother will always be by your side and will not miss your birthday and school activities."2

"But Dad also missed my five birthdays." Yan Xiaosui smacked her lips and said, "You think that Big Brother will be sad, so I won't?"

Yan Shu smiled and kissed her cheek too, then left the house.

Yan Shu went to the hotel to change her uniform and first went to the lobby. After she finished the work in the room, she took the time to go to the kitchen.

The kitchen staff all surrounded her.

"Manager Yan, the wontons you made last night were too delicious!"

"I always thought that your cooking was good, but I didn't expect it to be so good. It felt even better than the wontons Chef God made!"

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