In May, the capital became hot for no reason. Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Aiyun's plane was delayed, and they arrived in the capital half an hour late. When they took their luggage and went out, they saw Fu Chen, who had been waiting for a long time.
"Mr. Yan, Aunt Yun." It was rare for Fu Chen to be wearing sunglasses. Even so, he was still eye-catching in the crowd.
"Why are you here?" Yan Wangchuan frowned.
He had a deep grudge against Fu Chen.
Leaving behind a mess for him to clean up, causing him to be unable to climb onto his wife's bed other than coaxing his child…
When Qiao Aiyun was pregnant, she had rarely gone out and had been a little depressed. In the end, when she entered the delivery room, Yan Wangchuan had agitated her. She had held her anger in during her postpartum recovery and wanted to question Fu Chen properly. Her postpartum recovery had gone well, and she was recovering well. Her complexion was much better than before.
