After the divorce, the wealthy ex-husband completely lost control

Chapter 227

Fu Jingchuan drove directly to the community where Shiyang lived.

He has been here twice, and Fu Jingchuan is already familiar with Shiyang's family.

Parking the car steadily, Fu Jingchuan went directly to the 15th floor where Shiyang lived.

The door was closed as usual.

Fu Jingchuan rang the doorbell, but no one opened the door.

There was no response to knocking on the door.

Fu Jingchuan didn't know if Shi Yang simply didn't want to open the door, or if she wasn't at home, or if she moved again.

The time he looked for Zurich, she moved overnight.

After ringing the doorbell for the last time and there was no response, Fu Jingchuan let out a long breath, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Shiyang.

The call was dialed, but no one answered.

Fu Jingchuan dialed several times, but no one answered the phone, and there was no sound of the phone ringing in the house.

Apparently no one was home.

When putting the phone away, Fu Jingchuan calmly glanced at the video surveillance of Maoyan, and then turned and went downstairs.

The elevator soon stopped on the first floor.

The elevator door opened, Fu Jingchuan looked at the strange corridor, his movements paused for a moment, but he still walked out.

He didn't leave, just stood at the door of the entrance hall on the first floor, looking at the neighborhood outside.

The environment of the community is quiet, it is close to noon, and the Xicheng, which just rained last night, still has a little coolness of autumn, which is very suitable for walking and cooling.

There are many people in the community, mostly elderly people with children.

Fu Jingchuan glanced at the crowd, and the people had already walked outside, taking out their mobile phones to call Tang Shaoyu as they walked.

His car is parked outside the community, and there is not even a temporary parking place in the community on weekends.

On the way out, pass a rockery and children's play area.

As soon as Fu Jingchuan bypassed the rockery, a small pink balloon rolled out of the side.

Fu Jingchuan's footsteps were fast and hurried, people were also on the phone, did not pay attention to the footsteps, the rolled out balloon coincidentally fell under his fallen leather shoes, "popping" a crisp sound, the balloon burst instantly.

Fu

Jingchuan looked down at the soles of his feet, and the pink balloon had broken into thin pieces.

Fu Jingchuan frowned and looked up, and when he saw the little girl hurriedly running on the path next to him, his gaze froze slightly.

He recognized her, the little girl in Hanfu whom he had met in a restaurant in Zurich.

Today, she did not wear Hanfu, but simply wore a fake two-piece pink cartoon strap skirt, long hair combed with a small braid behind her back, with flat bangs, and a small milk bottle in her hand, looking playful and ignorant.

The little girl did not notice Fu Jingchuan.

She ran after the balloon, and as soon as she raised her eyes, she saw the corpse of the trampled balloon at Fu Jingchuan's feet, her small mouth immediately deflated aggrievedly, tears began to roll in her eyes, but she didn't cry, but she was aggrieved and whispered: "My balloon..." The

person also ran towards Fu Jingchuan, and when he ran closer, he seemed to be frightened by his height again, his steps slowly stopped, raised his face to look at him aggrieved and apprehensive, wanted to step forward to pick up the broken balloon, but did not dare.

Fu Jingchuan's black eyes kept falling on her, a little distracted.

The phone he held to his ear was still on the call.

Tang Shaoyu on the other end of the phone couldn't hear his voice for a long time, and couldn't help but worry: "Old Fu, old Fu? After

calling twice, there was no reply, and his voice couldn't help but increase slightly: "Fu Jingchuan, are you listening?" Are you alright? The

super loud voice made Fu Jingchuan instantly come back to his senses.

"I have something to do now, hang up first, and I'll call you when I get back."

He said, then hung up the phone and looked at the little girl who was looking up at him timidly.

The child was obviously a little afraid of him, and his hand hesitantly pointed at his feet: "My... Balloon..."

Fu Jingchuan looked down at the balloon that had been broken, and squatted down in front of her.

"The balloon burst." He said, "I'm sorry, Uncle just didn't pay attention.

The child's small mouth deflated even more, but he still whispered, "It's okay." Just

as soon as the words fell, the tears were like golden beans, large drops fell down, and people did not hold back, "wow", cried out, and immediately closed their mouths to hold back, looking aggrieved and funny with a bitter look.