694: C694 You like Fu Yungan so Why Don't You Admit It?

C694 You like Fu Yungan so Why Don't You Admit It?

Yan Shu didn't say anything. She took out the beef from the bag and started to process it.

"Hey Shu, did you hear what I said?" Lyi Xingruo moved over again and continued to nag.

"If you really don't like him, would you let him come home?"

"What happened five years ago was not entirely his fault. If you hate him so much because of this, there really is no need."

"I was just tempted in the past." Yan Shu lowered her eyes and said lightly, "Now I only hope that the two children can stay by my side."

Lyi Xingruo said, "Don't you think that by doing this, you will cause more harm to Sui and Jingyan?"

"Actually, the two children still hope that you can reconcile with Fu Yunjian. No child wants to see their father have a new family or mother have a new family."

Yan Shu put down the work in her hands and turned back to look at her. "What benefits did Fu Yunjian give you in private? Do you want to speak up for him everywhere?"

Lyi Xingruo rolled her eyes and said unhappily, "I am worried about you! We have been together for so many years. How can I not know what you are thinking?"

"You like Fu Yunjian. Why don't you admit it?"

Yan Shu's heart was exposed and she frowned.

She put the sliced beef into a small bowl and marinated it with seasoning. "I have to go to City L tomorrow. About two days."

"What are you going to City L for?" Lyi Xingruo asked, puzzled.

Yan Shu only said, "I'm going to do something. Jingyan and Sui, you take care of them. You can also call Fu Yunjian over."

Lyi Xingruo scoffed, "He has a girlfriend, so he definitely has to accompany her."

Yan Shu pursed her lower lip," That's pretty good. I hope that before they get married, Fu Yunjian can give me the custody rights of the two children."

Lyi Xingruo knew that no matter what she said, Yan Shu would not admit that she liked Fu Yunjian.

She sighed and turned around to leave the kitchen.

Yan Shu silently made dinner but she did not know why but she kept thinking about the video she saw on Lyi Xingruo's phone and felt very uncomfortable.

After dinner, the two little fellows went to play by themselves.

Yan Shu contacted Chiang Zhengyu and asked him to check the online loan platform.

Not long after the message was sent out, Chiang Zhengyu replied.

Chiang Zhengyu, [In the case that I took up previously, there was a sect that was related to this online loan platform. The network behind them was very complicated. It would be too risky to find out who was behind it.]

Chiang Zhengyu, [I have a wide network, but I don't dare to investigate this matter. You should ask Director Fu for help.] ]

Yan Shu frowned.

Was the person behind this online lending platform so powerful that even Chiang Zhengyu was afraid of being dragged into it?

Why did that person want to attack her?

Seeing Chiang Zhengyu say this, Yan Shu did not make things difficult for him anymore.

She opened her WeChat and wanted to send a message to Fu Yunjian.

However, she remembered what they had talked about in the hospital parking lot last night and Fu Yunjian's gloomy face. She exited the room again.

Forget it, let's put this matter aside for now.0

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The next morning, Yan Shu accompanied the little guy to have breakfast. She told them that she wanted to go out and do something, so that they would be obedient at home.

When they reached the airport and were waiting in the VIP room, Yan Shu opened her Weibo again.

On the trending page of Weibo, there was news of him dating the daughter of the boss of Boson company, Yanh Jing. Fu Yunjian even personally sent Yanh Jing home.

Those media outlets all reported that the two of them were getting closer to a good thing.

Yan Shu thought that with Fu Yunjian's means, if he did not want to see any news on the Internet, he could make people turn off the news at any time.

But the news of his date with Yanh Jing last night was overwhelming.

From last night until now, the popularity had only increased and not decreased.

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