This typical Tudor building was also admired by Fu Junhuai when he first arrived in the United States.

This is the transition from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance, derived from the 16th-century English architectural style, which was also popular in the United States under the hype of real estate developers, and still serves as a status symbol in Tudor houses.

Fu Junhuai looked at the steep roof, the protruding cross-skeleton gables and the large stone chimneys, and his parents, who did not even get a 60-square-meter house, faced such a temptation......

Fu Junhuai shook his head and stopped thinking about it, the world was a foregone conclusion, not to mention that no one had experienced what they had experienced, and there was no point in standing on the highest point of morality to evaluate it.

Walking inside, the light suddenly dimmed, the walls are decorated with retro lamps, the warm lighting makes the room look extra warm, the dark wood wainscoting is hung with some bas-reliefs, the fireplace in the living room has been transformed into a decoration, and the furnishings in the room have not changed much from 7 years ago.

Yan Hualan was arranged in the south room on the second floor, and everything in it was fully configured. The long-distance flight made Yan Hualan tired, and after a little freshening up, she fell asleep.

"Xiaoxi, thank you for being able to send grandma over. Fu Mingshu, Xiang Xinzhu and Fu Junhuai sat on the sofa in the living room, Fu Junhuai rubbed his palms, he hadn't been alone for such a long time for many years, and Fu Junhuai didn't know what to talk to them about for a while.

"Xiaoxi, over the years, we have indeed not fulfilled our responsibilities as parents, and the biggest regret in this life is that I missed your growth......" Fu Mingshu began to recall the past, and Fu Junhuai was a little uncomfortable.

"Don't talk about the past. ”

Seeing that Fu Junhuai still had no intention of getting closer to his father, Xiang Xinzhu was also a little anxious: "Xiaoxi, are you still blaming us?" ”

Looking at Xiang Xinzhu's anxious expression, Fu Junhuai took a deep breath: "No, it's not strange for a long time." ”

Hearing Fu Junhuai's words, the second elder also breathed a sigh of relief.

"But, for that financial case, you questioned me, I still. Fu Junhuai paused.

"It's hard to let go. ”

......

The familiar delicate female voice came out of the phone, and a slender figure appeared in front of her.

"Jun Huai, hurry up and come out, I'm going to be late. ”

The busy financial street work, the beautiful and intelligent girlfriend, the high-spirited and high-spirited self, the picture is full of hope.

Suddenly, a strong light flashed, splitting the picture where Fu Junhuai was discussing the plan side by side with Song Qiyi.

"You're cheating!"

"If you can't get the money back, you just wait to eat in jail!"

In a whirlwind, a gate appeared, Fu Junhuai pushed the door open, and Song Qiyi was standing on the podium.

"There's no misinformation, there's no fraud, it's just a failed investment, and we're frustrated. ”

Rumble!

Role reversal, Fu Junhuai, who was in the spotlight, held the report in his hand pale and weak, and the numbers on it seemed to be a string of ghostly symbols entwining him, constantly drilling into his seven orifices and five organs.

"Everyone is Chinese, why should you be American dogs and join forces to deceive your own compatriots!"

"American dog!"

"American dog!"

Hulala, big-character posters fell from the sky on Fu Junhuai's face.

[Tens of thousands of Chinese investors have lost their money]

[U.S. financial company replied that the investment is risky, and there is no problem with the contract]

[Today, 5 Chinese citizens fell to their deaths in Financial Street]

"Xiaoxi, why are you doing this?" Xiang Xinzhu's tearful face, Fu Mingshu was full of resentment, Fu Junhuai covered his head, the brains in his head shook with it, and a loud noise seemed to pierce the eardrum.

Rumble!

In the spotlight, Fu Junhuai trembled and announced: "The company has indeed provided misleading and incomplete information to Chinese investors. “

As soon as Fu Junhuai's voice fell, the door was pushed open, and a strong light shot out, and Song Qiyi stood in that light, his eyes cold.

[A Chinese employee of a financial company revealed that the company did conceal information from Chinese investors]

[CSRC initiates litigation]

[The SFC and the financial company reached a settlement, and the financial company paid a fine of 200 million US dollars]

[Chinese investors have lost all their money]

"Young people, the trade-off between interests and conscience is not easy. As soon as his shoulders tightened, what appeared in front of Fu Junhuai was Mr. Li's bloodshot and lost face.

"Why did you do this! You ruined yourself, and you almost ruined me!" Song Qiyi stood in front of Fu Junhuai with a hideous face, roaring hard, the color of his mouth became darker and darker, and his teeth became sharper and sharper......

Fu Junhuai closed his eyes in fear, and when he opened them again, it was a picture of colorful glass, and Song Qiyi was chatting with the company's senior management, a blonde foreigner.

When she turned around, her cold expression was full of disdain......

......

Click

Fu Junhuai frowned and opened his eyes dimly. Yan Hualan stood proudly in front of her bed with her mobile phone.

"I took a picture of you when you were asleep, I'll send it to Xiaoxi later. Yan Hualan took her loot and looked at Fu Junhuai triumphantly.

"Nightmare?"

"Nope. Fu Junhuai subconsciously raised his hand and touched his forehead, there was indeed a thin layer of sweat.

Fu Junhuai pushed open the window, and slept directly until noon, the sun in the United States was dry and fierce, and in the courtyard downstairs, Fu Mingshu was cleaning the lawn, while Xiang Xinzhu was pruning the branches on the side.

Time flies, the wind and leaves settle, no matter where you are, you feel home, it is home.

Fu Junhuai picked up his mobile phone and looked at the message sent by Lin Xi, it was Yan Hualan's sleeping face secretly photographed, and Lin Xi sent a few expressions covering his mouth and snickering.

Fu Junhuai raised his head and chuckled, as if the haze of the whole night had dissipated with Lin Xi's expressions. He quickly packed his bags, in China, in Shanghai, and his happiness, that is the home he feels.