Chapter 1802 Grandpa's Illness Is Related to Fu Yingying

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, "Of course not, she won't attend any family banquets."

For her to graduate from university, it is considered as the utmost benevolence.

Nothing else is possible.

To be honest, after raising Fu Yingying for so many years, he does have a bit of father-daughter affection for Fu Yingying.

But only a little.

And he won't make his wife and son unhappy just because of this feeling.

After all, nothing is as important as a wife.

Seeing that the two had already discussed it, Fu Xiyan was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "I have something to say, maybe after I finish talking, you won't arrange Fu Yingying like this."

When Jin Huazhu and Fu Mengchuan heard the words, they 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, his eyes fell on Fu Mengchuan.

Obviously, this question was focused on Fu Mengchuan.

After all, many things in the studio were bought by Fu Mengchuan.

When Fu Mengchuan heard the words, he immediately shook his head, expressing that he didn't know. After shaking his head, he added, "Fu Yingying set it up by herself."

"Is there something wrong 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."

As soon as Fu Xiyan's words came out, the faces of the three people in the study changed.

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 is there a stink, but he is also 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 sounded in Fu Wangchen's ear, pulling Fu Wangchen back to reality.

Fu Wangchen glanced sideways at Fu Xiyan who had spoken just now.

"Didn't you already cultivate a new mental method? Why are you still running away with energy?" While talking, Fu Xiyan took out the censer from the storage 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.

On the side, Fu Mengchuan looked at Fu Wangchen, and said, "I didn't use any energy, and there is nothing here that caused the energy to go berserk. Why did the energy suddenly go berserk?"

Fu Wangchen: "It's okay, I just thought of some bad things."

When the three members of the Fu family heard this, they all frowned.

"Just thinking about it will also cause energy to go berserk?" 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, he didn't think about it any more, but continued to talk about life and death 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's life was trapped, and because Fu Yingying actually used this method to paint.