"Good news? If you don't mess with me to death, it's good news." Fu Yechen sneered and joked.

Qin Anan was silent for a few seconds and used the provocation method: "You have this little chance? If your uncle asked you for a date, wouldn't you be scared to death?"

Fu Yechen: "Qin Anan! Why do you chase me and scold me? I have nothing left, why are you still asking me for? I don't want to hear about you and my uncle, and I don't care about it. It doesn't matter to me one day when you are going to get married! My uncle will never invite me!"

After Qin Anan finished speaking, he said calmly: "Your uncle and I are indeed going to get married. I have the final say whether to invite you or not. Your uncle will listen to me."

Fu Yechen was stunned.

"Fu Yechen, come out and meet me! I want to say something to you in front of you." In order to let him come out, Qin Anan used Fu Shiting as bait, "Actually, your uncle is not that ruthless. If you come out, let's have a good chat."

Fu Yechen let out and agreed to meet.

About forty minutes later, the two met in a cafe.

After sitting down by the window, Qin Anan ordered a latte.

"Qin Anan, are you really going to marry my uncle?" Fu Yechen asked in her face.

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"What's the point of lying to you in this kind of thing?" Qin An'an said, "You and your dad sold the old house. Where do you live now? If you want to come to our wedding, I'll send you an invitation at that time."

Fu Yechen was a little flattered: "Did you sincerely invite me?"

"Otherwise? You can only attend a wedding banquet with your dad, and you can only eat two mouths and two meals to get rid of Fu Shiting?" Qin Anan asked, "Where are you living now?"

"I am renting a house now, and I haven't picked a new house yet. My dad wants to leave here, but I don't agree. So I'm still having conflicts about this matter." Fu Yechen said this and was a little depressed. "I admit that I was unfilial and hurt my dad. I want to be kind to him in the future."

"It's great that you can have this kind of heart." Qin Anan's eyes unknowingly stared at his hair, "By the way, what are you planning in the future? Career."

"I want to start a business and start a company by myself." Fu Yechen said depressedly, "I have never been to work, and I can't stand that anger. It's impossible for me to work for others in my life."

"Oh." Qin Anan expected this answer.

Fu Yechen is a young master born with a golden key in his mouth. In addition, the elders in his family have spoiled him since he was a child, which has led to him being unable to endure hardship.

Although Fu Shiting is also a young master, because of Yin Yin, his living environment and mental journey are completely different from Fu Yechen.

"Is it true that my uncle doesn't hate me that much?" Fu Yechen regrets it every day and wants to go back to hug his uncle's thighs.

At this time, the waiter came over with two cups of coffee.

After Qin Anan took a sip of coffee, he looked at Fu Yechen's hair again: "Why are you growing white hair?"

He was stunned for a moment: "No way?"

Qin Anan immediately stood up and walked to him, "Don't move, I'll pull it out for you. Otherwise, it will grow more and more. You are not married yet, and if you are worried about your head full of white hair, you will be afraid that it will not be difficult to find a girlfriend in the future."

After she said that, she quickly and neatly pulled down a few hairs on his head.

"Ah! Ahh!" Fu Yechen screamed in pain with his head in his arms, "Qin Anan! What are you doing?! You are pulling a piece of it, you are pulling a bunch of it?! Why does it hurt so much!"

While feeling the strange gazes coming from around, Qin Anan quickly put his hair into the prepared small bag.

At the same time, she complained in her heart: Fu Yechen just can't do it! When she pulled Fu Shiting's hair, Fu Shiting didn't say a word!

She dared to say that if she went to pull out other adults' hair, even if she really pulled out a pinch, others would never yell like Fu Yechen.

"I didn't say you only have one white hair." Qin Anan returned to his seat and sat down.

Fu Yechen had recovered from the pain just now, and put down his head-to-holding hand, but his face was particularly sad: "Where is my white hair? Show me!"


Chapter completed!