In the past, because Fu Yingying was Qingqing's daughter, she could bear with her forever.
But in the future, it will be impossible.
When Fu Mengchuan heard this, he immediately said, "Certainly not, she will not attend any family banquets."
Supporting her to graduate from university is already the best of humanity.
Others are impossible.
To be honest, after all, he has raised Fu Yingying for so many years, and he does have a bit of father-daughter affection for Fu Yingying.
But only a little.
And he will not make his wife and son unhappy just because of this feeling.
In the final analysis, nothing is as important as a wife.
Seeing that the two had already discussed it, Fu Xiyan was silent for a few seconds, and then said, "I have something to say, maybe after finishing talking, you will not arrange Fu Yingying like this."
Jin Huazhu and Fu Mengchuan heard the words and immediately looked at Fu Xiyan.
Of course, there is also Fu Wangchen.
Under the watchful eyes of the three, Fu Xiyan continued to speak: "Grandpa's illness is related to Fu Yingying."
The three members of the Fu family:?
"Do you know where the pen holder in the studio in the backyard came from?" After Fu Xiyan finished speaking, he set his eyes on Fu Mengchuan.
Obviously, this question is mainly about Fu Mengchuan.
After all, many things in the studio were bought by Fu Mengchuan.
Fu Mengchuan shook his head when he heard the words, expressing that he didn't know. After shaking his head, he added, "Fu Yingying set it up by herself."
"Is there a problem with the pen holder?" Fu Wangchen frowned and looked at Fu Xiyan.
Fu Xiyan: "A formation was placed on that pen holder, and Grandpa's life was sucked away by that pen holder."
Fu Wangchen's face was even more ugly.
No wonder, when he walked into the studio that day, he smelled a bad smell.
Not only did he stink, he was forcibly drawn into a dark and terrifying world.
Up to now, Fu Wangchen can still clearly recall some pictures.
"Calm down and concentrate." A cold voice rang in Fu Wangchen's ear, pulling Fu Wangchen back to reality.
Fu Wangchen glanced sideways at Fu Xiyan who had just spoken.
"Didn't you already cultivate a new mental method? Why are you still running out of energy?" Fu Xiyan said while taking out the incense burner from the ring, lit the incense and put it aside.
Fu Wangchen was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he almost lost his energy just now.
Besides, Fu Mengchuan looked at Fu Wangchen, and said, "I didn't use any energy, and there was nothing here that caused my energy to go berserk. Why did my energy suddenly go berserk?"
Fu Wangchen: "It's okay, I just thought of some bad things."
The three members of the Fu family frowned when they heard the words.
"Just thinking about it will cause energy to run wild?" Fu Xiyan frowned and asked Fu Wangchen.
Fu Wangchen shook his head, expressing that he didn't know, "Let's continue talking about Fu Yingying."
Fu Xiyan was a little worried about Fu Wangchen's situation, stared at him for a long time, and found that his outgoing energy seemed to be a little more restrained, and he couldn't help feeling strange.
However, I didn't think about it any more, but continued to talk about life with the three of them.
"After the breath is sucked into the pen holder, the pen holder will transfer it to the brush, and finally, it will be injected into the painting."
"Several of Fu Yingying's paintings are full of grandpa's life."
After hearing Fu Xiyan's words, the complexions of the three members of the Fu family suddenly changed, and they were all very ugly.
Fu Mengchuan couldn't believe it.
And Jin Huazhu and Fu Wangchen's eyes contained anger, obviously, they were very angry at Fu Yingying's behavior.
Because the old man was trapped, and because Fu Yingying actually used this method to paint.