Fu Jiaxuan, who is not at the desk, is definitely the image of a good man in the middle of thousands of miles, and in the soft-whispered children's song of "Worm Flying", the child on the bed has fallen asleep soundly. Fu Jiaxuan put down the children's rhyme book in his hand, gently put his son's exposed arm into the quilt, covered the quilt, and then lightly closed the door and left.

Liang Qinglan stood at the top of the stairs with a bowl of hot soup, and when she saw her husband coming out, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Drink it while it's hot!

Fu Jiaxuan nodded: "Why do you have to do this kind of rough work yourself!" When he took the soup bowl, he didn't forget to gently pinch his wife's soft cheeks.

The two red clouds flashed away, and Liang Qinglan bit her lower lip lightly and said, "Don't be like this, it's not good to be seen......

Fu Jiaxuan said with a smile: "I am molesting my wife in my own home, and this lawsuit makes sense even if it is fought to the king of heaven." ”

Standing by the stairs, leaning on her husband, who was regarded as heavenly, Liang Qinglan's expression was a little lonely: "Jiaxuan, do Xi'er and I have to go to the United States?"

When Fu Jiaxuan heard this, he frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"

Liang Qinglan gently pressed her forehead on her husband's chin and said softly: "Although I don't know what you and Daddy are busy with, I am a woman, and a woman's sixth sense is often very accurate. ”

Fu Jiaxuan put the soup bowl in his hand on the flower stand on the side, held Liang Qinglan's shoulders with both hands, stared into her eyes for a long time, and then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You don't know anything, don't guess!"

Liang Qinglan asked, "This time it's dangerous, right?"

Fu Jiaxuan was noncommittal, and only said lightly: "Your task is to take care of yourself and Xi'er, and even if the sky falls, I and Daddy will support you." ”

Liang Qinglan was slightly distracted, a woman who was born in a wealthy family opposite the Fu family, how did she know what the sky was falling?

She wanted to say something, but Fu Jiaxuan's mobile phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, what? bastard...... He wants to die, you let him die......" Fu Jiaxuan suddenly yelled at the mobile phone, and the woman who was taking the soup bowl from the flower stand was startled by his abruptly raised octave and somewhat distorted voice, and the soup bowl fell to the parquet ground, shattered to pieces.

Fu Jiaxuan's voice became farther and farther away, but Liang Qinglan squatted on the ground, looking at the soup and broken porcelain on the ground, slightly distracted.

Fu Jiaxuan walked from the second floor to the first floor, but did not stop, but went straight to the basement from the first floor, there was a door in the stairwell leading to the basement, and on the door was a fingerprint lock, only Fu Jiaxuan's fingerprint could open this lock. When she first got married, Liang Qinglan came down with him, but when she saw that it was just the work of repairing electrical appliances or carpentry that most engineering men liked, she lost interest, and Fu Jiaxuan would only go down to the basement alone when she needed to think.

After the fingerprint lock was opened, Fu Jiaxuan pushed open the heavy alloy door, and then walked down a few steps, there was a large open workshop, as Liang Qinglan saw, the work platform was placed to change the cone, electric welding, these things that engineering men like to fiddle with, and on the other side was a complete set of woodworking tools imported from Germany, and several wooden planks with flat incisions were neatly stacked aside.

It's just that Fu Jiaxuan didn't even look at those things, passed directly through the middle of the two large platforms, walked to the blackboard hanging on the wall, took off the blackboard, and turned the nails used to hang the blackboard vigorously, and a crack slowly cracked in the middle of the wall that was still intact just now, and then opened bigger and bigger, and finally turned into the shape of a door.

The lights inside the door were brilliant, the golden light was dazzling, and if anyone else was present, they would definitely find that behind this seemingly ordinary underground studio was actually hiding the Fu family's treasury. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a vault, the gold bars cast into small pieces of shape are shining, and the golden yellow is printed on Fu Jiaxuan's face, making his originally fair complexion look a little sickly.

No one knew that the Fu family, who seemed to be thriving on the surface, had already been mentally prepared to die and fall into the net. The original accumulation of the Fu family was not clear, and Fu Jiubiao also took a great risk to cast all the wealth in the Fu family into gold bars in these years.

Although such a treasury is not a rich country, as long as it falls into the hands of people with good intentions, it will definitely be able to stir up a bloody storm in the financial market. But for the Fu family, this is the last straw, whether it is to fight up or give it away, it is a good bargaining chip that can be used for gambling.

Fu Jiaxuan took out two gold bars from his pocket, put them on top of the last pile of gold bars, stroked them gently, and then smiled coldly on his face.

Walked out of the secret room, rehung the blackboard, and stuffed a strand of hair behind the blackboard in detail, and then sat down contentedly in front of a pile of welding utensils, put on goggles and face shields, the last work was not completed, and it can be continued today. But as soon as he turned on the welding, his phone rang again.

He impatiently connected to the phone, but his tone remained steady: "Did you handle it?"

"Everything is in order. The voice on the phone was a little hoarse.

"Okay!" The eldest son of the Fu family only said a word, then threw down his mobile phone, and then simply didn't even do it, just sat in front of the work platform in a daze. As for the "forbidden belly" that he had just ordered to be removed, it was just a plaything, and its meaning to him was not much different from that of the watchdog in the garden -- just like Li Yundao said, a thing that sells ass can still be expected to rush up and bite like a wolf? Fu Jiaxuan sneered, he and his half-brother Fu Jiayin inherited the cold-blooded affection of the Fu family in his bones. As for the woman upstairs, if she wasn't Xi'er's biological mother, it didn't seem to mean much more to him than the guy who sold her ass.

But Fu Jiaxuan is more scheming than his straw bale brother, the city government is deeper, and his mind is more meticulous. He sat in the basement for an hour and eight minutes before he slowly walked out of the underground studio, and the moment he opened the alloy door, a gentle and humble smiling face appeared in front of Liang Qinglan again.

Late at night, the woman who was also born in a wealthy family was busy in the kitchen. Fu Jiaxuan glanced at it as he passed by, and said gently: "It's not early, rest early, you have to take Xi'er to catch a plane tomorrow." ”

The woman who was fiddling with onions, ginger and garlic didn't know anything about it before marrying a woman, and when she heard her husband's voice, she raised her head and smiled sweetly: "You go to sleep first, I'll put these soups in the refrigerator, and when I'm not there, I'll let the third aunt make soup for you." ”

Fu Jiaxuan smiled and nodded, and the smile disappeared after turning around.

Cool and thin by nature.