Fu Tingyuan stood by the window and was still silent. Fastest updates

Yan Qingfeng looked at his back standing straight, retracted his gaze, turned around and walked out, and closed the door.

Yan Zong was standing at the door on crutches, saw him come out, and asked, "How is he?" ”

"The injury is not light, and it is estimated that it will take a while to recuperate."

Yan Zong frowned silently, Yan Qingfeng opened his mouth and continued: "Three years ago, Ting Yuan was too young and ignorant, but now that he has experienced this, he should stay." ”

Naturally, he understood what his father was worried about.

He hoped that Fu Tingyuan could stay and do things for the Yan family, and the children of the Yan family naturally wanted to use their lives to shine for the huge family of the Yan family. Although Fu Tingyuan is a ** child, he has a genius for business, and Yanzong does not allow him to waste it on inconsequential things.

Now that Yan Qingfeng has inherited the Yan clan, he needs a left and right deputy to open up the territory with him and push this group with huge wealth and power to another peak, and Fu Tingyuan, who is related by blood, is naturally the best candidate.

"If he's still disobedient, bring the woman over." Yan Zong's majestic face had a flat expression, and his calm tone didn't look like some cruel words at all, "Since he cares so much, he doesn't want the same thing to happen twice." ”

Yan Qingfeng's Qingjun face smiled faintly: "I have already talked to him." ”

Yan Zong nodded, walked a few steps on crutches, and then turned back to Yan Qingfeng and said, "Call my personal doctor, and ask him to serve Tingyuan in the past few days." ”

Yan Qingfeng let out an "um" and watched his father leave, before he sighed helplessly, shook his head, and turned to leave.

……

Fu Tingyuan stood by the window, standing from sunset to nightfall.

His heart was anxious, but his face became more and more cold.

There was already a thick layer of soot on the ground, and he finished the last cigarette in his hand, then turned around and sat back on the **.

He took out his phone and made a call to Hua Rong.

Tongcheng was still early in the morning at this time.

"I'm Fu Shao," the woman's coquettish and hoarse complaint came from the phone, "You called me at four o'clock in the morning, do you know how many minutes I slept yesterday?" Three! Do you know how many minutes I have to wait**? Five and a half! Empathetic? ”

Fu Tingyuan said lightly: "I may not be able to come back for a while, help me take care of my woman." ”

Huarong's chaotic head didn't wake up, "Your woman? Who is your woman? ”

"Luo Nanchu."

"But she's not your woman anymore, is she?"

"It's not mine, is it yours?"

Flowers: "......"

Hua Rong got up from the **, sat on the ** head, and seemed to think of something: "At noon today, I also saw her and your brother eating in a Western restaurant." Her tone was pleasant, "Fu Shao, Sister Luo really deserves to be a heroine among women, you just died on your front foot, and she has a new love on her back foot." ”

Fu Tingyuan was silent for a long time, and just when Hua Rong thought that he was going to be angry with her, his voice sounded cold and indifferent: "Do you agree?" ”

Hua Rong lazily leaned on her head and pinched her ears: "What's the benefit of agreeing?" ”

"Aren't you going to sign her?"

"What's the benefit?"

"I know you've had a crush on her for a long time." Fu Tingyuan said lightly, "Don't think that you can sign her in my absence." I have the ability to make you unable to sign her for the rest of your life, believe it or not? ”

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