"Or don't you want to go on a honeymoon? I can cooperate with you. Lu Yiyou looked very tolerant, and looked at Shang Feiwu with the best eyes in the world.

Shang Feiwu hurriedly took a bite of food, remembering what Grandpa Lu had explained to her in the courtyard that day, she quickly shook her head, "No, no, no, I am willing to go, I want to go." ”

She must go.

Now the Shangshi Group is in crisis, and the tax impact of the last financial loophole almost collapsed the entire Shangshi, or because of the help of the Lu family, it was able to get through the difficulties safely, but now the Shangshi presided over by Cheng Jiaoman obviously did not come out of the crisis of the entire environment, and the fatal injury last time was promised by the Lu family to help.

But the Lu family didn't say that all kinds of crises would help in the future.

After dinner, her best friend Zhang Yingying's phone rang on time.

"Feiwu, we haven't been shopping for a long time. Going to the Seongnam Night Market tonight? ”

Shang Feiwu thought about the red envelope that Grandpa Lu gave her last time, and explained that she went out with her classmates to have fun, she nodded, "Okay, I'm leaving to send you a message." ”

Zhang Yingying's home is quite close to the Chengnan Night Market, and she can just send her a message when she arrives.

Who knew that as soon as the phone hung up and she was just about to leave, Cheng Manjiao called.

She picked up the phone and walked cautiously in the direction of the courtyard, the kind of phone she did not want to answer in the presence of people.

"Hey, hurry up and do the work of Lu Yiyou, now the project of this shopping mall is imminent!"

Shang Feiwu thought again and again and said: "Mom, I think this project, although it seems to be making money on the surface, but you can't leave it in Shang Shi's job and devote yourself to this project." ”

She heard from her second uncle that Cheng Manjiao didn't want to take care of the mess of Shangshi anymore, and wanted to make some pension money from the Lu family's project.

"When is it your turn to tell me what to do? Let me tell you, this project will make a lot more money than this one. ”

Shang Feiwu bit his lip, a little uncomfortable, "But this Shang style, after all, is my father's brainchild." ”

"Huh? Shang Yaolong? He can't keep it himself, and he still wants to keep his hard work? How much is his hard work worth? I really married him for eight lifetimes, and I was widowed for a few years. ”

"But you were very happy when you entered the Shang family." Three months after her mother heard the news of her death, Cheng Manjiao married into their family with great fanfare, and she was very proud.

"You!" Cheng Manjiao panicked in a breath, "You still dare to talk back now, don't you?" I'm telling you, don't go, I'm Shang Yaolong's closest person in the legal sense, and I have the right to decide whether to let him die or not! ”

The word death had been swirling in Shang Feiwu's mind for a long time, and her hand holding the phone trembled a little, "Financing, is it?" Okay, I'll do my best to do it. ”

"Hmph, I don't know what to do, I really take myself seriously, talk back to me! I don't know why you're so useless, it's rumored that Lu always likes beauty on weekdays, you're a young girl, why can't you blow the wind on the pillow in bed? Or do you really think of yourself as his wife? Self-sustaining and high? ”

Shang Feiwu hung up the phone with a numb expression, and looked at a certain place in a daze.

Yes, a person like her, in this marriage, was originally a transactional role to exchange for mutual benefits, and her position was slanted downward.

She shouldn't be as "self-contained" as her stepmother said

As soon as Lu Yiyou entered the pet room, he caught a glimpse through the window of Shang Waste standing outside.

He led Xiaohua out of the pet room.

Aunt Zhang was cleaning up the food on the table, looking at the black flowers with a smile.

"Yo, Xiaohua is home! How's it going, how is it doing in someone else's house? ”

"It's good, and Dr. Yu likes it too." Xiaohua was sick before, and he deliberately put it at Dr. Yu's place for a week.

Aunt Zhang looked at Xiaohua's pitch-black and soft black long hair, the gold chain hanging around her neck, and the special doctor when she was sick, she was really not as good as a dog.

When Shang Feiwu came back to her senses, Lu Yiyou had already appeared in front of her with Xiaohua.

Lu Yiyou frowned, "What is a person thinking outside?" ”