"William?"

Fu Botao raised his eyebrows, he is not an old antique who is not obscure and unknown, but he is not too satisfied with this foreign name.

He also can't get used to those young parents who worship foreign countries today, a good oriental child, isn't it good to have a traditional name?

"Little guy, will grandpa call you Xiao Weiwei?"

“William。” The little guy is very persistent, and in the end, the old man obediently admits defeat.

In the afternoon, the old man set up the chessboard in the garden, William was carried by him, the little guy was not sinking, and Fu Botao's old body and bones could still stand it.

"William, do you know how to play chess?" This is also the essence left by the older generation, which is much more noble than those foreign things.

William was silent.

"Is it good for grandpa to teach you?"

The old man was very interested, and pointed out to him one chess piece at a time, and the little guy was not very enthusiastic.

"Old Fu, how old is he? It's almost the same to let him watch cartoons.,How can you be interested in this.,Or I'll accompany you to grow old.。 The guard joked on the sidelines.

In the end, the guard hugged William, scratched his ears and cheeks and confronted the old man.

His chess skills are naturally not as good as the old man, but he can't lose too ugly.

But after a while, he was forced to a dead end by the old man.

"Be careful, I'm going to eat your horse." The old man reminded victoriously.

When the little guard sighed, a small thin hand reached over and took a step for him.

The old man's eyes lit up, he glanced at the chessboard, and then turned to William with his eyes glowing.

"Can you play chess?" It seems to be so good, this step is completely a stroke of genius.

William remained silent, staring at him with wide eyes, as if waiting for him to answer.

The old man was happy to see the hunt, this child was like a treasure in his eyes, and the more he discovered, the more surprises he had.

He was in high spirits and fought against William, and he deliberately lost badly.

The guards couldn't close their mouths when they saw it.

"Old Fu, how old is this really a child?"

"Hehe, come again and again, this plate doesn't count."

As soon as I was happy, I was skinned.

The old man was elated after losing several games in a row, and later, he didn't know if he let it himself or really couldn't win against a two- or three-year-old child.

"Whose child is so smart?" The guard was also speechless: "Old Fu, how anxious should be the parents of this child if he loses it." ”

"By the way, is there any news from the police station," Fu Botao remembered this: "Has anyone come to claim the child?" ”

"It doesn't seem to be yet." The guard asked, "Do you want me to call and ask?" ”

"No, no, no." Fu Botao squinted at William's delicate pink face: "If you want to come, you will naturally come, let's just wait." ”

The guard raised his eyebrows, hearing his reluctance.

Fu's Mansion is as grand as ever.

Pushing open a closed office door, Fu Weinian heard a soft cry, he raised his eyebrows, and a curvaceous woman turned to him, covering her hands in front of her exaggeratedly.

His eyes were then drawn, and he saw her half-unbuttoned blouse, the woman wearing an OL uniform, a narrow hip skirt, a young face and a good figure, and a serious place like the office, which was really intriguing.

"Where's your director?" He looked at the woman with interest.

Interesting, Fu Mochuan didn't know what stimulation he had since his mother was seriously injured, not only did he and Fang Ruomi go in and out of pairs, but he was also surrounded by beautiful women, and there was one hidden in the office.

I really can't help Fu Weinian want to be crooked.

The beauty glanced at him, of course, there was no deterrence in Fu Weinian's eyes, and he smiled even more.

"Acting President, how can I know the whereabouts of Director Fu?"

Acting president, yes, the code before Fu Weinian's title has not been canceled, but not many people emphasize this code without interest.

He didn't care, he walked up to the beautiful woman with an unchanged smile, stretched out his hand, and grabbed her jaw lightly.

The woman didn't hide either, laughed and groaned, and even threw a wink at him: "What do you want to do with the acting president?" ”

The soft voice, combined with her delicate expression, makes people crisp to the bone.

Fu Weinian smiled happily, his hand still pinching her pointed chin, and his eyes looked at her.

"The third brother's eye for women is really good, the women around him are all so beautiful."

Especially An Qing, if you look closely, this woman also has a bit of An Qing's shadow, a pair of eyes hook people, but she lacks An Qing's innate aura.

The woman looked at him with silky eyes, and said in a loud voice, "Acting President, you came to find Director Fu, he is not here now, can you let me go?" ”

Fu Weinian's eyes continued to roam her face, up and down, and down, sliding onto her.

The hand that the beauty was holding in front of her simply loosened, and greeted his scrutiny generously.

After a while, Fu Weinian smiled, clasped her hand and let go, slid up, and put a little on her red lips.

"Alright, I'll go...... You boss don't have to tell him that I've been here when he comes back, it's important to be busy with your business, and the third brother has been tired recently, so serve him well for me, huh? ”

His eldest brother and boss is considerate enough, Fu Weinian was moved by himself.

The beautiful woman looked at his departing back, smiled faintly, reached out, and untied all her blouse......

In the bright banquet hall, Fang Ruomi finally saw Fu Mochuan appear, she greeted her with a smile, and before she could speak, her eyes turned to behind him, and she smiled.

"Hello Miss Fang." The woman was wearing a red floor-length dress, and her lips were also flaming red, and she looked glamorous at a glance.

"Why did you bring her again?" She looked at Fu Mochuan hesitantly: "I'm your female companion tonight!" ”

"I'm also here to work, and I have a problem with a subordinate?" Fu Mochuan coldly threw down a sentence and swept past her into the banquet hall.

The woman followed him step by step, and the red bewitching figure lined the tall and cold of the man, giving people a strong visual difference.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Fang Ruomi's teeth were biting again and again.

She endures.

Even if Fu Mochuan brings all kinds of women to anger her, what will she do? He accepted her after all.

Maybe it's a little uncomfortable now, but when he figures it out, it's good to take this breath.

The most important thing is that the more women around him, the more it shows that his heart does not belong, and one day, she will replace all and become his only one.

Fu Mochuan only stayed in the banquet hall for a short time before leaving, leaving the two women pinching each other.

The night is faint, and the whole city is shrouded in lights, dazzling and blurry.

But there was no light like the one at home, but he saw a dim corner of light and shadow in the distance, and for no reason, the boredom in his heart was miraculously soothed.

When the car stopped, he didn't immediately push the door and get out of the car, but lit a cigarette in the night and exhaled the smoke.

He didn't push the door until there were several cigarette butts piled up in the cigarette cup.

At the entrance of the stairs, he subconsciously lightened his steps.

The bedroom door was open, and An Qing leaned on the head of the bed as usual, her eyes squinting, as if she was listening again.

He walked over to her, tearing off his tie as he went.

An Qing raised her face sensitively, the faint yellow light sprinkled on her cheeks, and Fu Mochuan saw her raise the corners of her mouth.

"You're back?"

"Hmm." He unfastened his cufflinks and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Have another party tonight?" An Qing smelled the smell of smoke on his body, which was very strong, but still didn't suppress the smell of perfume.

It's also very miscellaneous.

Fu Mochuan didn't say anything, his sleeve was pushed to his elbow, he leaned over slightly, and held An Qing's lips.

“……”

Again, if you don't agree with each other, you will be pushed down.

An Qing's back was slightly straight, and with a very light movement, Fu Mochuan's hand just touched her back, and she immediately felt it.

"Don't like it?" He bit the corner of her mouth, and his voice was slurred: "I don't like my husband to hurt you, huh?" ”

An Qing couldn't speak, and closed her eyes obediently.

As on many previous nights, she silently played her part, not arguing or arguing, and enduring his hair. Vent.

She has always been a good actor, and she usually has very few NG shots when she acts, but tonight I don't know why, I couldn't help but push him after all.

The man was emotional, and his hoarse voice was dyed with displeasure: "What's wrong?" ”

"You go wash first." She twisted her face away, her hand still stubbornly resting between their chests.

Fu Mochuan's voice couldn't hear the twists and turns, just slightly cool.

"What, are you willing to tell you the truth?"

She didn't speak, biting her lip tightly.

Fu Mochuan was still hanging above her, his rough fingertips running across her cheeks.

The movements were gentle, his fingertips were warm, but his voice was so cold that the ice cubes hit the glass, exuding a burst of coolness: "You already hate me so much, huh?" ”

"That's right!" An Qing slapped his hand away, and in the boundless darkness, yelled at him: "I hate you, I hate being touched by you, I hate that you touch me with the dirty hands of other women, I hate that you have used their bodies to disgust me, I hate the smell of perfume on your body the most!" Get out! It's not that there are no women to pamper you, why do you come back every day to torture me! ”

No sound.

No response.

An Qing expected a burst of anger or no punishment she couldn t see her eyes she still felt the hot temperature on her face it should be his angry gaze after a moment of silence he suddenly left her.

The mattress was light, and the man left.

An Qingmo turned around at the head of the bed, turned her back to him, and tears slid silently down the side of the pillow.

Did she hold it back for too long, she was a little out of control tonight.

She didn't want to lose her temper with him, but suddenly she couldn't help it.

She didn't know why.

In confusion, her waist tightened, and before she could react, her body was in the air and she was beaten and hugged horizontally.

"What are you doing?"

She didn't want to speak, but she felt him carry her forward, and she talked again.

Fu Mochuan didn't say anything, looked down at the woman's reddish eyes, she is indeed a good actor, this moment of kung fu has restrained her emotions, the tears have not dried, but she has returned to indifference, like a hedgehog, she has re-erected her protective color.

"Didn't you tell me to wash?" He replied indifferently: "As a wife, it is your duty to serve your husband." ”