The soft drunkenness was already a little obvious, her cheeks were crimson, her eyes were misty, and there was a low and shallow laugh in her throat from time to time, Fu Tingxiao was staring at her, but she suddenly approached.

Her dark eyes reflected the light and the shadow of Fu Tingxiao, and her red lips were hooked, revealing her bright teeth, bright and vivid--

"Actually, I just guessed. He blinked softly and slyly, reached out and hooked Fu Tingxiao's shoulder, leaned into his ear and whispered, "The red wine tastes almost the same, and I can't tell the difference between smoky wood and fruity aromas, all of which were specially written down by reading the sommelier's book." ”

Fu Tingxiao raised his lips helplessly, and the lie of being soft was full of confidence, and even he had deceived him.

"Also, drinking with you people, you can't go wrong with 82-year-old Lafite. A soft smile was full of pride.

"Us?"

Fu Tingxiao squinted, and his eyes gradually became dangerous.

The drunken gentleness was unaware of the danger, and her chin rested on her broad shoulder, and she replied softly, "Yes, my son." ”

"Gentleman?"

This is the first time anyone has used such a word to describe themselves.

Since Fu Tingxiao took over Fu's family, he has been diligent and diligent, expanding the company's market from East China to the whole country, which lasted only five years.

When he was about to refute, Wen Rou seemed to have figured it out, lying on his shoulder and saying intermittently: "But you are different from them, you are not a gentleman." ”

Fu Tingxiao hooked his lips and looked at her, "You're drunk." ”

"Well, I'm not very good at drinking. Said softly and soberly, and then suddenly called Fu Tingxiao's name in a low voice, "Tingxiao." ”

"Hmm. ”

"Aren't you tired, and with so many things to do every day, will you be happy?"

Wen Rou has been married to Fu Tingxiao for three years, and the other party has very little time to rest at home, often flying around in the sky, meeting in the United States in the morning, and may have gone to London to meet with ** executives in the afternoon.

This question has been buried in Wen Soft's heart for a long time, but if it weren't for the strength of the wine, she probably would never have had the opportunity to ask.

Fu Tingxiao's eyebrows became gentle, his knuckles were clear and his fingers rubbed the long silky hair, and he whispered, "Tired, but there is no way." ”

In the eyes of outsiders, Fu Tingxiao is like a machine that will never make mistakes, he is calm and calm, and it seems that there is always a way to control the overall situation.

Gradually, no one cared about whether he would get tired.

For so many years, Wen Rouge was the first to ask this question.

"It would have been nice if I had studied business instead of classical music. ”

Fu Tingxiao raised a faint smile on his lips, "Want to help me?"

"Well," Wen Rou moved for a moment, and subconsciously grabbed Fu Tingxiao's hand, "Not only that, if I had studied business back then, I wouldn't have let my dad face those bloody storms alone." ”

"But you like classical music, and I think what Dad wants most is for you to do what you want to do like you do. ”

He sighed softly and sullenly, his eyes glazed, "That's exactly what he thinks." ”

After saying this, the sound of soft breathing gradually became even.

Fu Tingxiao took advantage of her to fall asleep and put her on the bed.

Although they are husband and wife, it seems that he and Wen Rou have never talked to each other like tonight.

Standing on the side of the bed carefully tidying up the quilt for Wen Soft, Fu Tingxiao raised his hand and turned off the wall lamp, the long shadow cast a shadow on Wen Soft's body, Fu Tingxiao recalled the soft and glutinous drunken words just now, and vaguely felt that the pressure that was everywhere around seemed to have subsided a lot.

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On the way back to Haicheng, Bai Feng learned that there was a ski resort not far from the hotel, and heard that Fu Tingxiao had been playing with Wen Rou all afternoon, so the eye knife was thrown towards Han Liang.

Han Liang swallowed his saliva silently, "Sister Feng, you listen to my explanation, it's actually ......"

The trembling explanation was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone, Han Liang breathed a sigh of relief, and took advantage of Bai Feng's efforts to answer the phone and polish the words in his heart.

The call was from the agent, and just after Chinese New Year's Eve, all the work was about to be put on the agenda.

Nowadays wi

The band D have released two albums and the response has been fantastic, and the agency is planning to give it to Wi

The band will hold a small tour in China, and if the response is good, they will start to hold official performances in major cities across the country and even around the world.

Sister Liu told Bai Feng about the company's internal plan and asked Wi

The members of D discussed internally whether they wanted to go on a small tour, and if they agreed, what time would be appropriate.

Although it was for the members of the orchestra to discuss internally, listening to Sister Liu's tone, the company was also worried about the gentle family members Mr. Fu disagreed.

When he put down the phone, Bai Feng shrugged his shoulders, glanced at Han Liang, and asked, "Did you say that Mr. Fu would agree to your Sister Wen going on tour all over the country?"

"Will you?" Han Liang replied with some uncertainty at first, and then suddenly reacted, looking at Bai Feng with some surprise, "The agency has decided to help us start a tour?"

Bai Feng nodded, and Han Liang's cheers rang in his ears.

She was much calmer, quietly looking at the flashing scenery outside the window, thinking all the way, and decided to tell Wen Rou about it as soon as possible.

So, when the car stopped in Haicheng, Bai Feng directly told Wen Rou the agent's words in front of Fu Tingxiao.

"Go ahead. ”

Wen Ruan seemed to be hesitating, but Fu Tingxiao had already preemptively said.

Bai Feng was a little surprised, and so was Wen Soft.

"If you want to expand your popularity, you have to do a few tours around the country, and when you are more famous, you can prepare for a big concert. ”

Fu Tingxiao said in a calm tone, holding a soft hand.

"I was originally worried that Mr. Fu would not agree, it seems that I thought too much, then we will discuss the time of the tour when we train next week, Han Liang and I will go back first, Mr. Fu will see you again. ”

Bai Feng finished saying these words in one breath, and dragged Han Liang to leave directly.

Let's go, it's time for us to go home, too. ”

Back in the car, before the car started, Wen Rou leaned directly on Fu Tingxiao's shoulder.

Her hand wrapped around Fu Tingxiao's arm, "Thank you." ”

The national tour also takes at least a dozen performances, and it will take about two months before and after running down, not to mention the time required to prepare in advance.