Ten o'clock in the evening---

Hong Kong, Fu's Mid-Levels Villa.

The driver drove and sent Fu Jiajun to the gate, the wide iron gate slowly opened, and the black BMW sedan slowly drove in.

As one of the most luxurious villas in the mid-levels, Fu's villa covers an area that is quite large, the parking lot alone is the size of a football field, and the private garden planted with all kinds of rare flowers and plants is thousands of feet long and wide; for many ordinary Hong Kong people, such a large villa is unimaginable, especially many Hong Kong people can only rent a small house of more than ten square meters, and worry about monthly rent every month. This is evident in the gap between the rich and the poor in Hong Kong.

The BMW car stopped in the parking space, and Ah Xiang, who was the private driver of the Fu family, glanced at Fu Jiajun, who was leaning behind the car and pretending to sleep, hurriedly got out of the car, opened the car door, and then greeted Fu Jiajun and said, "Young master, I'm home." ”

"Oh, so fast!" Fu Jiajun clicked his mouth and opened his slightly drunk eyes, he drank a little too much at the banquet today.

Slowly got off the car, and stumbled violently when he stepped on the ground, if it weren't for Ah Xiang's quick eyes and hands, he reached out to hold him, Fu Jiajun almost fell directly to the ground.

"Young Master, do you want me to help you in?" Ah Xiang said cautiously.

Fu Jiajun snorted of wine, waved his hand at him and said, "No, I'm not drunk yet, I just accidentally tripped over a stone just now, uh---"

Fu Jiajun did not enter the villa immediately, but blocked his mouth with his hand, took a few breaths, smelled it, and felt that the smell of wine was not too big. Turning his head, he asked Ah Xiang, "Uncle Xiang, does I smell of alcohol?"

"This ......" Ah Xiang hesitated for a moment, then rubbed his hands and said, "Young master, you better go in and take a bath first!"

"Oh, that's right. Fu Jiajun waved his hand at him again, "You go and rest, it's hard!"

Ah Xiang hurriedly bowed and retreated.

Fu Jiajun was at the door and quietly watched to see if his father Fu Yunheng had rested.

Recently, the old man is not in good health, always go to bed very early, but he used to like to read, and he can see eleven or twelve o'clock when he sees it.

As soon as he poked his head in, he heard someone in the hall: "Come in, don't probe your brain." ”

There is no need to guess, it is Fu Yunheng's voice.

Fu Jiajun is also bitter.

Because according to the family motto of the Fu family, a person with a status and position like him must not be too drunk in public, especially Fu Yunheng is very strict in educating his children, thinking that drinking is wrong, especially in a high position, he must be more cautious, and he must not be greedy for a cup, so it is easy to say the wrong thing and do the wrong thing.

Like a child who has made a mistake, Fu Jiajun scratched his head and entered the house, into the light and bright hall.

Under the huge crystal chandelier is a row of off-white Italian leather sofas, and in the center is a crystal coffee table, compared to the Fu family's old mansion in Macau, this villa is much more modern in decoration.

At this moment, Fu Yunheng is sitting on the sofa, wearing black silk pajamas, cotton soft-soled shoes under his feet, holding a towel in his hand, wearing reading glasses, and carefully wiping a beautiful blue and white porcelain vase.

Fu Jiajun tiptoed to the opposite side of Fu Yunheng, trying to keep a distance from the old man, so as not to let him smell the smell of wine on his body.

But before Fu Jiajun's butt landed on the sofa, he heard Fu Yunheng say to him without raising his head: "Why are you sitting so far away, sit here." ”

"Oh, haven't you rested yet?" Fu Jiajun walked over with apprehension and sat down beside the old man.

Fu Yunheng still didn't look up, wiping the mouth of the bottle with a towel, "Did you drink?"

"Well, there are too many people, so I drank a little bit. Fu Jiajun hurriedly explained.

"Is it a little, or a lot?"

"Yes...... A lot. Uh---" Fu Jiajun didn't dare to lie anymore, and explained honestly.

"Sister Juan, go, get him a bowl of decanting soup. Fu Yunheng instructed Sister Juan, the "self-combing girl" who was waiting next to him.

Fu Jiajun knew that Sister Juan's status in the family was not an ordinary servant, she basically served the old man, not their juniors. It is estimated that the old man said this to embarrass himself, so Fu Jiajun hurriedly said: "No need, Sister Juan, I'll just drink tea, hehe!

Only then did Fu Yunheng raise his head and say to Sister Juan, who was waiting beside him, "Then you can pour him a cup of tea." ”

Sister Juan nodded and went to pour tea.

Fu Jiajun looked at the old man, scared, so he had nothing to say: "Abba, your vase is getting more and more beautiful." ”

"The blue and white porcelain of the Kangxi year, can it not be beautiful?"

"Ahem, I can appreciate this. Fu Jiajun glanced at a large pile of antique porcelain in his hall, for him, these things were too old, far from some calligraphy and paintings to look at.

"So I'm not going to let you inherit these curios. Fu Yunheng said, "After a hundred years, I'm afraid that you will sell all these treasures." ”

Fu Jiajun smiled, "You are too worried about me, how is it possible, if you give it to me, I will not move, take a look at it occasionally, and miss you." ”

"You're quite filial!"

"Are you praising me or hurting me?"

"What do you say?" Fu Yunheng wiped the vase and carefully placed it on the shelf.

"This ...... You don't want my sister to inherit these antiques, do you? I think she likes these pretends, just like me, I don't know if you just threw them to her, and she sold them to you. Fu Jiajun asked cheekily.

Fu Yunheng sat down, and Sister Juan brought up the tea, a cup for each person.

Fu Jiajun felt that his mouth was really thirsty, so he took it up and drank it in one gulp, then put back the teacup, and saw that his father was still staring at him, so he sat down honestly and pretended to be a good child.

Sister Juan picked up the teapot, poured the empty tea full, and then put it in front of Fu Jiajun, Fu Jiajun still wanted to drink, but he didn't dare to move.

"I won't give you these antiques, and I won't give them lightness. Fu Yunheng said slowly.

"And who are you giving it to......? Are you going to hand it over to Qingrou?" Fu Jiajun was a little stunned.

Fu Qingrou is his sister and the youngest child of the Fu family, eighteen years old this year, but because of an accident when he was a child, his intelligence has been around thirteen years old, and he is a person who worries about the Fu family.

Fu Yunheng sighed, "I don't worry about you and your sister. Your sister is light and capable, and everything has a beginning and an end, and although you have been a little bit of a hanger, it is not bad to be a rich man who eats, drinks and has fun......"

Fu Jiajun's old face flushed, "Abba, you also think too highly of me, in fact, I am also very ambitious...... Ahem!"

"As for gentleness, she's the youngest, and the least sensible, and she's still like a naïve little girl, and the only person I'm worried about in a hundred years is her, you know?"

"I understand, I really understand!" Fu Jiajun nodded hurriedly, "So Abba, don't worry, in the future, Sister Qingrou will be handed over to me to take care of, I will definitely make her happy and worry-free!"

Fu Jiajun is not talking big, whether it is him or Fu Qingqing, both of them are very concerned about this sister. Even if the two of them fight to the death for the family inheritance, they treat their sister Fu gently behind their backs, but they are the same relatives.

Who is Fu Yunheng, and he can tell if what his raised children say is true or false. At this moment, seeing that Fu Jiajun was emotional and vowed to take care of his sister in the future, he couldn't help but feel relieved, and nodded at Fu Jiajun: "It's good that you can have this thought." To tell you the truth, I'm not sitting here tonight waiting to reprimand you, on the contrary, I want to praise you. ”

"Praise me?" Fu Jiajun was puzzled, he had always been reprimanded by Abba because he was a fool of himself, and he was always reprimanded by Abba, and when he entered the door today, he thought that he was going to have a cliché "preaching" as usual, but he didn't expect the old man to say that he wanted to praise himself. It's really the sun coming out in the west.

Looking at his son's surprised expression, Fu Yunheng couldn't help but sigh slightly, wondering if his previous discipline of his son was wrong, and blindly scolding and teaching his son, so that his son didn't even have any self-confidence, and he was so surprised to hear that he was going to praise him.

"Yes, I didn't go to rest and sat here waiting for you, just to praise you. Fu Yunheng took a sip of tea and said softly, "I got the news, you did a good job at today's banquet, and you are also very attentive, I heard that even the Cha family and the He family have been cheated by you!"

"Ahem, it's not me who cheated them, it's Ah Chao. Fu Jiajun didn't dare to take credit, and hurriedly said what happened in the previous banquet briefly, "So I just got the light of Ah Chao, and all of this was led by him, well, that's basically the case." ”

Seeing that his son was so honest and told the truth of the matter, Fu Yunheng couldn't help laughing: "It's not that I made a mistake, but there is something you haven't figured out." That's right, Song Zhichao is the leader of this banquet, everything is designed and planned by him, but don't forget, you have always been supporting him behind him. He is the assistant to you, you are the master, he is a wage earner, you just need to understand this, you should understand that all this credit is actually caused by you, and you are the real leader. ”

Fu Jiajun: "......"

"Therefore, you must not be arrogant in life, especially for someone like you, who knows how to recognize and employ people, this is your greatest achievement, and the achievements made by your subordinates are also your credits! Do you understand this?" Fu Yunheng taught his son so calmly for the first time.

Fu Jiajun was not stupid, and he understood as soon as he heard this.