At midnight.

The night was as cool as water, cicadas and frogs chirped, and the Imperial Gardens were brightly lit, and the Queen's 70th Anniversary Dinner was being held here, with almost all the members of the royal family present.

All night, Fu Jinghuai sat in a wheelchair, like a marionette, with a weak smile on his pale face, pushed around by his eldest brother Fu Jingyang, greeting everyone, looking like a brother and a friend.

Finally, after Fu Jingyang accepted a round of compliments and was satisfied, he pushed Fu Jinghuai to a small corner, "Xiaojing, if you don't like such an occasion in the future, you can not come, big brother knows your situation." ”

"Thank you, big brother."

"Where, it's all your own brothers, and your grandmother also knows that you are not in good health, and she also handed over so many government affairs to you, if you feel tired, let Haotian help you share it, that kid should also learn something, a little grown, after all, the entire Fu family will be his in the future!"

Fu Jingyang smiled and squinted his eyes, and made an understatement of consolation, which was actually quite meaningful.

The words were all reminding him that if it weren't for his grandmother's pressure, he would have been able to delegate power a long time ago, even if he did more now, it would be useless, because the Fu family would not let a waste person preside over the overall situation.

Fu Jinghuai sneered, his sword eyebrows were lightly raised, his starry eyes flashed with an intriguing glimmer, and the corners of his lips were hooked and he smiled gently and humbly, but the words that came out were hidden needles.

"Big brother is right, it's just that Jinghuai is already a wasted person, it's rare that my grandmother still thinks about me, I can do a little more, so as not to let those old guys in the Senate poke the backbone of our old Fu family, one generation is not as good as the next, and all generations are out of the nest, right?"

“……”

Fu Jingyang was annoyed in his heart, but he was angry that he said that he was a wreck, but he had no confidence to refute, and now the entire Fu family, and even the entire royal family, relied on Fu Jinghuai for its operation.

"Big brother, you can go with your business! You don't have to talk to me. Fu Jinghuai closed his eyes and refused to say anything more.

"Humph!"

Fu Jingyang snorted coldly, a resentful thought surged in his heart, and he glanced at the windowsill in front of him, and if he fell down on the seventh floor, he would lose half his life.

Thinking about it, he let go of the handle of the wheelchair and sent it forward.

"Sir!"

Secretary Liu appeared in time and grabbed the wheelchair that rolled forward, "I've seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Her Majesty the Queen is looking for you just now, please come over." ”

"Oh, good."

Fu Jingyang touched the tip of his nose weakly, his face was embarrassed, he didn't stay too long, and when he heard his mother's call, he went in a hurry.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"It's 5 seconds slower than last time." Fu Jinghuai lifted his eyelids and said casually, "Deduct your full award for next month." ”

"Me!"

Secretary Liu wants to cry without tears, it is too late to save the driver, it can be regarded as a rescue, as for deducting all the awards, there is still a little bit of humanity.

Despot!

Oppression, monopoly, exploitation......

Lao Liu searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and he pressed almost all the words that could be used on Fu Jinghuai's body and slandered him, Fu Jinghuai seemed to feel Lao Liu's gaze, and his thin lips opened lightly, "Scold me in your heart, and I will deduct it next month." ”

"Huh...... By ......"

He was about to argue, but was interrupted by the prompt sound of the mobile phone, Fu Jinghuai took out his private mobile phone, and when he saw the text message from the other party, he suddenly blackened his face, and with a "click", the mobile phone screen was broken again.

"Hey, new phone!"

Secretary Liu didn't have time to shout, the screen had already bloomed, and the mottled texture could barely see a few photos, or the kind of flesh and blood blurred, and there were still a few words that could be vaguely seen, which seemed to be about Gu Niansheng.