She pressed her smiling lips and asked sincerely: “I heard Miss Fu crying, what happened?Do you need my help?”
Michelle didn’t believe that she would be so kind, and made it clear that she came to see the joke.
“Get out!You are not needed here.”
Fu Changqing hurriedly yelled at Michelle: “Shut up.”
When he looked at Su Qingyu, he was already full of sorry expressions, “Something happened at home, which made you laugh.”
Su Qingyu’s expression was still faint, “Your excellency, your body has not recovered yet, and you are angry and hurt.”
Fu Nanzhi was already extremely angry at this moment, and this kind of scandal in the Fu family was completely played by Huo Yao in applause.
It was the Li family that he wanted to win over, not the Huo family, but Huo Yao and Mi Xue did such a thing.
Regardless of whether Michelle volunteered or not, he had to recognize it, and he had to recognize it if he didn’t.
On the surface, Huo Yao was responsible for Michelle, but in fact, the Fu family wanted to give Huo Yao a name.
Everyone’s attention was on Michelle, only Su Qingyu was worried about his body.
He raised his hand, Su Qingyu slowly walked towards him and helped him leave.
“Your excellency, you should take a break first and ease your mood.”
Su Qingyu helped him to the study, lit the sandalwood, and burned him a pot of tea.
“Grandpa Fu, are you in a better mood now?”
Fu Nanzhi nodded, “Let you see the joke, girl.”
“Miss Fu’s temperament is too straightforward and she can easily be bewitched. No wonder she didn’t think such a thing would happen.”
Fu Nanzhi was very surprised, “She embarrasses you everywhere, but you are still talking for her, hey……”
Su Qingyu squatted beside him and smiled: “Miss Fu is a spoiled child, how could I care about her?You have to deal with this matter right away, then I’ll give you a bowl of plain noodles, it’s faster.”
“You can figure it out.”
Su Qingyu went to the snow to pick some coriander and shallots. The eggs were fried golden on both sides, and the chicken soup was bottomed with shallots, coriander and cabbage floating on it. It was simple but fragrant.
“Girl, what you do always makes my appetite open.”
She didn’t have so many tricks, but the most homely taste made him unable to stop.
Fu Nanzhi looked at Su Qingyu, who was generous and sensible, and sighed in his heart, how nice it would be if his daughter were her.