Chapter 7: Send files, ask for WeChat

"Grandpa, you're looking for me." Fu Qingyuan walked over slowly with a pace, as if he was taking a leisurely walk, mixed with a clear and elegant body.

Na Chuan, who was following behind, didn't dare to appear in front of Master Fu so boldly, but he had asked the housekeeper in advance, Fu Lao was angry, and it was because he stayed with Fu Qingyuan.

"Can you come quickly, pretend to be someone to see, you two are just going to be angry with me, one or two are not doing their jobs, and they are mixed together every day." It doesn't matter if Fu Lao doesn't say it, he will be angry when he says it.

"Eh, grandpa, you're not right, we have a decent job, who doesn't do a good job." Nachuan was naturally reluctant to hear this, he obviously worked hard and did it well.

The housekeeper has already prepared a quick heart-saving pill on the side, and the little master and the old man are not talking at the same point.

"Who wants you to work hard, what are the two big men who stick together every day, why don't you find a wife to come back quickly, there is so much money and a fart." As he spoke, Fu Lao stretched out his hand to the housekeeper.

"Master, angry is angry, don't forget to get down to business." The butler reminded from the side.

"It's all you, a bastard, that I forgot about the big business." In order to highlight how big this matter is, Fu Lao also made a special gesture with both hands.

"Yuan'er, you can now help a friend of my grandfather send a piece of information, and the information will be placed in my original house in Qingtaiyuan." Fu Lao hurriedly looked at Fu Qingyuan, afraid that he would not agree.

"You know it's your house." Fu Qingyuan was not in a hurry to agree, but said such a sentence meaninglessly, looking at Fu Lao with deep dark eyes.

"You're in charge of my business." Before the housekeeper could stop it, Fu Lao had already said this sentence angrily.

"Then, I don't really want to take care of your business, grandpa." Fu Qingyuan had a smile in the corner of his eyes, and he was about to leave.

"You rabbit, if you're gone, I, I, I, I, I." Fu Lao and I have been for a long time, and I didn't have a reason, let him curse himself and he didn't dare, he still regretted his life, except for a few days ago in order to deceive that girl back, he didn't dare anymore.

"Okay, master, the young master has already left, he went back to get it, you better hurry up and send him the detailed address, the young master loves the master the most, why don't you go." The housekeeper persuaded Fu Lao bitterly on the side, and finally Fu Lao awkwardly sent the detailed address to Na Chuan.

"Grandpa sent a message." Nachuan looked at his mobile phone, a little frightened.

"You'd better see for yourself." After speaking, he threw the mobile phone in his hand like a hot potato to Fu Qingyuan.

Fu Qingyuan sat in the car, his black blazer was put aside, he looked extremely noble in a white shirt, his slender legs were superimposed, and his deep eyes were focused on Na Chuan's mobile phone.

The handsome face has no expression.

But when he saw the last sentence, the corners of his eyebrows couldn't help twitching, the original words of this sentence were: When you see that girl, you must ask for her WeChat account, otherwise, I'll check when you come back, if you don't finish it, I'll be finished with you, believe it or not, I'll run away from home again.

Fu Qingyuan looked a little helpless, two years ago, the patriarchs of several major families ran away from home together, without any news, so that a group of them looked for two months, and then they came back by themselves, dressed in tatters, and almost couldn't enter the city and were sent away as called Huazi, and finally asked where they went, what they had done, and when they saw those people, a group of old men refused to say whether they were alive or dead, and said that they promised people to keep it secret, and they didn't go to ask for debts, as for the defense, is it so strict.

Fu Qingyuan edited a message and sent it over, and then closed his eyes and took a nap.

Over there, Fu Lao almost didn't blow up when he received the reply, he just wanted to catch Fu Qingyuan and beat him up.

The original words are: Do you think I will make it possible for you to run away from home?

"It's just too indifferent to me." Fu jumped to his feet angrily.

And here, Fu Qingyuan has also successfully obtained the file and rushed to the first school.

"Principal Yan. Is the person the old man looking for reliable, he hasn't come for so long. Mo Zishu dozed off a little, she had been sitting in the teaching office, she was so bored that she asked the teacher in the teaching office to give her a few test papers, and now she should have changed almost it.

"Come on." Principal Yan casually looked at the test papers that the teacher in the teaching office should come out, all of them were full marks, his heart couldn't stand it, just half an hour, Mo Zishu, this girl, did a four-point single interview paper, he knew how perverted the test questions were, he didn't know Mo Zishu's results before, but he thought it was not bad by feeling, and now, how good is it.

"Knock Knock"

"Please come in." Yan Haikuan thought that the person who delivered the file had arrived, and when he looked up, he almost didn't scare him to death.

"Qing, Qingyuan, why are you here?" Yan Hai smiled on his face, but behind his back, he was scolding Old Man Fu for not being kind.

"I'm here to deliver the materials." Fu Qingyuan said lightly, his eyes fixed on the figure sleeping on the desk.

"Shushu, someone is up." Yan Haikuan called Mo Zishu.

"Coming?" Mo Zishu was stunned as soon as she raised her head, this is not the two people she met in the ward yesterday, how did they get here.

Maybe because he slept in a daze, he didn't hear Yan Haikuan's words clearly.

"it, it, how are you." Na Chuan jumped out from behind Fu Qingyuan, looking incredulous.

"It can't be me." Mo Zishu's eyes narrowed, and she looked at Na Chuan playfully.

Fu Qingyuan suddenly remembered how he fell asleep yesterday, and his thin lips hooked up a smile.

"Hey, my file, Old Man Fu asked you to get it for me." Mo Zishu walked towards Fu Qingyuan, wanting to get her file bag.

Yan Haikuan's face was pessimistic, you can't restrain your grandson a little when you're here, and you can't make people angry to death when you call other people's old man Fu in front of others.

"Miss Zishu, you have to tell your WeChat account first, and I can give it to you, this is the task given to me by my grandfather, and I must complete it." Fu Qingyuan took the file bag and dodged backwards, clearly seeing Mo Zishu's flawless, white as jade hands, and was a little stunned.

"Oh, just add WeChat, it's troublesome to remember my WeChat account." Mo Zishu didn't think much about it, and directly took out her mobile phone and clicked on WeChat, it is true that her WeChat account is more complicated and difficult to remember.

The people around him, except for Mo Zishu and Fu Qingyuan, were all petrified.

"This TM is the original Fu Shao?" Nachuan roared inwardly.

And Yan Haikuan regretted believing the old fox of Old Man Fu, who said that he couldn't let his grandchildren take the initiative to approach Shushu, that Old Man Fu was simply shameless, and he didn't admit what he said.

And, at this time, immersed in the joy of his own inferior grandson's success to the little girl's WeChat account, he completely forgot the thing he took the initiative to mention, as well as his personal promise.