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Mr. Han asked, Fu Shiyu didn't say much for a while, only picked up the wine glass, touched it lightly with him, and after taking a sip, his left hand touched Tang Xien's long black hair hanging behind him, and said with a smile: "Four years ago, my wife and I confirmed our hearts in your villa, so I thought about buying it, and I wanted to say that it would be a souvenir." ”

When Mr. Han heard this, a pair of eyes immediately looked at the girl who was meekly sitting next to Fu Shiyu and didn't talk much all night.

There have really been no changes in the past four years.

Mr. Han is a little curious, Fu Shiyu is so difficult, what kind of girl can catch it?

He quietly withdrew his gaze, smiled heartily, and clinked glasses with Fu Shiyu again: "I see! Then this villa has really become Fu Dong Fu's 'matchmaker'! Let's put it this way, Fu Dong, I didn't give you anything good when you got married, and I gave you this villa! I wish you and Mrs. Fu a hundred years of happiness! ”

Mr. Han has been in the business for most of his life, and knows that an industrial predator like Fu Shiyu has the most solid capital flow and connections, even if Fu Shiyu does not do construction now, but the domestic business circle is just that, and there may be a place where Fu Shiyu is needed in the future, so now he will send a villa of millions to buy a favor, and he will not suffer.

Fu Shiyu can naturally think of this layer. He is not used to owing favors to others, and besides, if he wants to buy his favors for a small villa, it is too cost-effective.

"I took Mr. Han's wishes, but this is not in accordance with the rules," he picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, "You didn't go up to drink our wedding wine." ”

Mr. Han still wanted to say something, Fu Shiyu smiled and diverted the topic: "Everything is according to the rules, and I will let Lu Airlines contact you when the time comes." ”

Mr. Han knew that he wanted to sell favors to Fu Shiyu and had no fun, and he still wanted to struggle, so he said a few words of both soft and hard, probably in a joking tone, if Fu Shiyu didn't accept the villa as a gift, then he wouldn't sell it! Don't dare to accept Fu Shiyu's money!

Fu Shiyu was also happy, and bluntly said that if Mr. Han was reluctant to part with love, then it would be difficult for them and his wife to force it. When Mr. Han heard this, he was still afraid of offending Fu Shiyu, so he had to agree to this matter.

Later, the two chatted for a while about the future status of real estate in China. Mr. Han is not optimistic about the future of the real estate business, and intends to end the land and projects at hand, and set out a large amount of money to enter the industry, probably also to climb a little relationship with the Fu Group, but he is not good at the industry, and in the end only the east and west are left.

After all, this time I troubled others, Fu Shiyu still gave Mr. Han enough face, and patiently chatted with him, that is, Tang Xien finished eating, and he was a little bored if he was not interested in their topic.

Bored, she could only look at Mr. Han's female companion, but she couldn't look at Mr. Han. As soon as I looked over, I found that the other party was also looking at herself, and her eyes were very white, from her face without makeup, all the way to her hand wearing only a love ring ring.

After this look, she found that the other party was dressed very luxuriously, wearing a huge diamond ring, diamond bracelet on his hand, a diamond necklace around his neck, diamond earrings on his ears, and a long black dress.

But it's also a little greasy, such a dress, like the nouveau riche of the last century.

Tang Xien smiled disdainfully and picked up the glass to drink the juice.

Fu Shiyu was still dealing with Mr. Han with a match, leaning on the back of his chair leisurely, resting on the back of Tang Xien's chair with his left arm, occasionally holding a goblet in his right hand, and occasionally holding a cigar from Mr. Han, but the cigar was not lit, so he played like that.

Most of the time, he frowned lightly and smiled occasionally, as if he was already very impatient with that topic, so perfunctory, Mr. Han could still talk about it blindly.

At this time, the chef brought a dish of French baked snails. Tang Xien glanced at it inadvertently, and the bottom of his stomach suddenly churned, and he covered his mouth and vomited.

This vomit, Fu Shiyu immediately reflexively took the tissue on the table, leaned over, held her with one hand, and said nervously: "Want to vomit?" I'll take you up. As he spoke, he didn't bother to say hello to Mr. Han, and went upstairs with Tang Xien in his arms.

Mr. Han glanced at the juice in Tang Xien's cup, and then thought of the way she wanted to vomit, and finally understood.

Just as I was about to say that Fu Shiyu was an old man, the beautiful woman beside him snuggled up, and said softly: "Who is this Mr. Fu?" Why did you give him the villa? People want villas too......"

Mr. Han picked up the wine glass, poured a sip for his female companion, looked at the staircase not far away, and said in a low voice: "The huge rich in the north are not only rich, but also have very hard social relations. ”

"It's his wife who was dressed shabby?" The female companion sneered disdainfully, "What age is it, you still take your wife out on vacation, masochist?" ”

"I heard that his wife's background is very hard, can she explain it clearly where she can't go?"

The female companion grinned, and her mouth was almost glued to Mr. Han's ears: "Are you still smart, you can live so happily now......"

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On the other side, Tang Xien didn't insist on the bathroom in the room, and was still at the staircase on the third floor, vomiting out all the things he ate at night.

Fu Shiyu hugged her, but Jin'er was distressed, and wanted to wipe her face with a hot towel, but he didn't dare to let her go by himself, so he only accompanied her over there and finished vomiting, so he carried her back to the bathroom in the room, rinsed her mouth and washed her face.

Her jeans and cotton slippers were all stolen goods that were splashed when she vomited just now, Fu Shiyu simply went to get her clean pajamas, asked her to wash her hands and feet again and put them on, and then carried her to the bed.

Put her in the bed, and when he was about to leave, he leaned over and kissed her pale face, and wanted to kiss her lips, but she blocked it with the back of her hand, turned her face away, and muttered: "I just vomited, it will be sour." ”

He kissed her palm, touched her forehead, and pushed all the broken hair on her forehead to the back: "I'll go down and talk to Mr. Han, and I'll come up immediately." ”

She turned her face to look at him. In the dim night light, the pale little face was much thinner, and its eyes were bigger, and at this time it was even more wet because it had just vomited. The poor little beast is back.

He became more and more distressed, and subconsciously repeated the sentence "I'll be back soon", and quickly went downstairs.

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When Fu Shiyu went down, Mr. Han and his female companion were kissing me and me over there, he stood at the top of the stairs, coughed slightly uncomfortably, and the two of them separated.

He restrained the disgust on his face and walked over with a smile: "Mr. Han is very sorry, my wife is not feeling well, let's talk again another day." ”

This eviction order is real, and Mr. Han can't rely on it anymore, so he took his female companion and got up to say goodbye.

Fu Shiyu contacted the housekeeper of the villa and asked the housekeeper to arrange for someone to come over to clean up the dining room and kitchen on the first floor, as well as the pile that Tang Xien vomited at the staircase on the third floor.