Overnight, almost all the people in the Yan family were gone.

After all, no one dares to take this bad trip.

If it reaches the end of the typhoon, it will be very unlucky.

So early in the morning, the people of the Yan family intermittently said goodbye and left.

At noon, in the huge restaurant, several descendants of the Yan family still stayed here to accompany Yan Zong to eat.

When Fu Tingyuan walked in from outside the door, the big guy's eyes couldn't help but focus on him.

Yan Qingfeng actually didn't expect that Fu Tingyuan, this kid, was so bold that he dared to come over to eat with them at noon.

He walked over and sat beside Yan Zong as usual, picked up the fork and began to cut the steak, Yan Zong's movements paused, and then slapped the knife and fork in his hand fiercely, making a loud "bang".

Everyone's eyes gathered together, and Fu Tingyuan paused, slightly tilting his head to look at his thunderous and angry father.

Yan Zong raised his hand, pointed at Fu Tingyuan's nose and scolded, "You get out of here." ”

Fu Tingyuan said calmly: "I haven't had lunch yet, Dad." ”

Yan Zong pointed at him: "Get out." ”

Fu Tingyuan ate the cut steak on the fork, then stood up from his position, got up and left.

Yan Zong retracted his gaze, and in a gloomy voice, he took the knife and fork back and sat there to eat.

The air pressure in the restaurant is very low.

Yan Zong hadn't been so angry for a long time.

Luo Nanchu hadn't found it yet, he couldn't find a handle that could clean up Fu Tingyuan, and it was annoying to watch that guy go in and out in front of his eyes.

After such a big disaster, he dared to run over for lunch in front of him like no one else, and Yan Zong didn't throw the knife and fork in his face It was already a great restraint.

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Fu Tingyuan leaned against the pillar at the gate and smoked.

The new snow has melted, and the sun has been shining brightly these days, making the sea in the distance look extraordinarily blue.

It's just that it's a bit cold.

He was wearing only a shirt, and soon his fingertips were frozen and painful.

Yan Bing walked out of the restaurant and called out to him, "Ting Yuan." ”

Fu Tingyuan blew the cigarette ash falling on his fingertips and turned his head to look at him.

The sun slipped from his fair and smooth forehead to the tip of his straight nose, and his dark eyes were haloed with a faint chestnut color, making him show a bit of innocence and goodness.

Fu Tingyuan looked at him and smiled, and called out to him: "Third uncle." ”

Yan Bing looked at him, his emotions were a little complicated for a while, he walked over and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"What can I do?" He took a puff of cigarette and smiled lightly and calmly, "The weather is good, I'll bask in the sun." ”

Yan Bing walked over and looked at him: "What will you do in the future?" ”

"What else can I do?" Fu Tingyuan smiled, "There is nothing to be done except wait for him to dissipate his anger." ”

"I'll go tell him." Yan Bing sighed lowly, "At least the medicine was given by me." You can't always carry all the pots, right? ”

"How do you tell him?" He smiled, "Third uncle, didn't we say that you wouldn't let anyone know about this matter except us?" Do you think my father will let the children of the Yan family be left behind? Are you going to let Luo Nan recognize his ancestors for the first time? He let out a low laugh, his voice was almost feminine, and he looked at Yan Bing and asked softly, "Do you want to make Luo Nanchu crazy?" ”

A gloomy chill slowly flowed out of his eyes that were extremely pale by the sun, and Yan Bing looked at him and couldn't help but tremble his fingertips.