Fu Shiqin was holding the cup, Fu Shibian was holding the wine, and the smiles on the faces of the two froze.

In addition, Ben is twins who look alike, and they look like that...... It's funny.

The two looked at each other and replied wittily.

"We celebrate...... Celebrate grandma's return. ”

Originally...... It was to celebrate that he was alone in the empty room tonight.

However, now I can only celebrate silently in my heart.

Fu Shiyi poured a glass of wine for everyone and also poured it for Fu Hanzheng.

"We celebrate the return of our lovely grandma, cheers."

How could Mrs. Fu not be able to see through the flowery intestines of the two little grandsons, but Nian Zai had been bullied by Fu Hanzheng recently, and she was happy to cooperate with them in a play.

It's just that she can help them for a while, and she can't help them every time.

From childhood to adulthood, how many losses have been suffered at the hands of their boss, but they have never had a long memory.

Fu Hanzheng stretched out his hand to take away Gu Weiwei's wine and said to the maid on the side.

"Give her hot water."

Soon, a cup of warm and suitable white water was delivered to Gu Weiwei.

Fu Shiqin and Fu Shiyi thought that his brother would abuse them when he came back.

As a result, people just sat down to eat and didn't pay a word to them.

So, the two of them relaxed their vigilance and drank a lot of wine by saying that they welcomed their grandmother back.

After dinner, Mrs. Fu called Gu Weiwei upstairs to her room to show her the gifts she had brought back.

Fu Shiqin and Fu Shiyi glanced at each other, and also decided to leave, avoiding being in the same room with someone.

As soon as the two of them got together, they were stopped by someone sitting across from them.

"Sit down!"

The two sat down in unison, their hands on their knees, and their posture was extremely neat and well-behaved.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Fu Shiqin smiled flatteringly.

Fu Hanzheng glanced at the chef, "What about their porridge?" ”

The chef brought two bowls of mung bean porridge, one bowl to Fu Shiqin and one bowl to Fu Shiyi.

Then he looked at the two young masters with a sympathetic look and withdrew silently.

Fu Hanzheng sat opposite and said coldly.

"Eat the porridge."

Fu Shiyi said with a smile, "I'm quite full, no need." ”

"I'm full, too." Fu Shiqin said.

You don't have to think about it to know that this bowl of porridge will eat the dead.

However, now that Grandma had gone upstairs, there was no one to save them.

Fu Hanzheng elegantly wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin and said casually.

"Eat today's events and forget it, otherwise it will ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the two of them had already obediently picked up the bowl.

This is a bowl of mung bean porridge and also a bowl of mustard mung bean porridge.

The two of them took a bite and were already so spicy that they were in tears, and life was better than death.

But under someone's forced gaze, the two had to eat a bowl of mustard mung bean porridge with tears in their eyes.

Fu Hanzheng saw that they had finished eating, nodded with satisfaction, and then got up and went upstairs.

Fu Shiqin put down the bowl and hurriedly grabbed the cup to drink water, but after drinking, he was still so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit.

When Gu Weiwei came out of Mrs. Fu's room, she saw the two people who went upstairs sticking out their tongues, like two huskies.

"You two, this is ......"

Fu Shiyi was so spicy that he was still crying, "You go upstairs with your front feet, and my brother will pour us mustard with your back feet." ”

Gu Weiwei frowned at the tearful appearance of the two, but she couldn't sympathize at all.

"I know that I can't fight him, but I have to die myself, who is to blame?"

The two wanted to seek comfort, but they were hurt.

So, they put each other on their shoulders and went upstairs to comfort each other.

Passing by the study, I saw Fu Hanzheng inside, so I asked at the door.

"You just ...... Forced your brother to eat mustard? ”

Fu Hanzheng's face was calm and unashamed.

"It's they who want to eat it."