"Give you 10 million and leave my mother."

The domineering president Xiao Fu, who rushed to the scene in a hurry, opened his thin lips lightly, and said such a sentence to the strange man standing beside his mother in front of him.

Anxia stood behind him and took a closer look:

[It's still a black skin, Mr. Fu's mother is a fairy. 】

Fu Qingchen can't care about any immortals or not, he just wants to quickly pull out his "misguided" mother.

But the black-skinned man had a very confused expression when he heard his words.

Fu Qingchen thought that he was disgusted with the amount of money he had given, so he immediately took out a blank check from his pocket and wrote down a series of zeros that made An Xia dizzy:

"Not enough? Then I'll give you 100 million, as long as you ......"

Before he finished speaking, the black-skinned man finally realized after seeing the check and the countless strings of zeros:

"Oh huh!?#$&?#%&......"

A large piece of unintelligible unfamiliar language echoed in the ears of several people, and before Mr. Fu could react, Mrs. Fu, who had exquisite makeup, had already raised the diamond-encrusted handbag in her hand and smashed it on her son's head:

"You little heartless one! This is your second cousin's child, you should call someone brother! ”

The "scene of catching rape" suddenly became a "confession meeting", Xiao Fu always blinked his eyes and did not ease his mind, and Jian Wenlun, who was still crooked his neck, showed clear and curious eyes again.

At this time, Anxia was busy rummaging through the information of the black-skinned cousin:

[Found it!] It turned out that this person was really Fu Qingchen's distant cousin, who grew up in Thailand since he was a child, and only returned to China with his family to visit Mrs. Fu a few days ago.

I happened to be free today, so I went out shopping with Mrs. Fu, who was in a depressed mood.

It turns out that I didn't expand it before and take a closer look, hehehehe......]

His cheerful and optimistic attitude silenced Fu Qingchen, who was smashed with a diamond red mark from his handbag in the center of his head.

[Let me see why Mrs. Fu is upset—ah! It turned out that because Mr. Fu didn't return home last night, Mrs. Fu's call was picked up by a strange woman.

"Mrs. Fu, Mr. Fu is taking a bath, you can tell me anything first, I'll tell him~']

An Xia began to play his best imitation specialty again, and the pretentious tone made Fu Qingchen can't help but feel sick to his stomach, and he wants to Yue a little.

[Of course, in fact, Mr. Fu didn't cheat at all, but the phone was picked up by the scheming female secretary next to him.

But Mrs. Fu is a person who likes to keep things in her heart, and she refuses to take the initiative to ask Mr. Fu about it.

Mr. Fu can't beat a fart with a shot, knowing that his wife is in a bad mood, but he just doesn't know how to coax him.

It's obviously just a matter of one sentence, but these two people have been so stiff until now. 】

An Xia sighed with some pity, and Fu Qingchen also felt helpless.

A farce ended with a few people eating in the box of a hot pot restaurant.

In the clean and tidy box, the five people chatted feverishly around a pot of tumbling butter hot pot.

Mrs. Fu quickly took the freshly cooked tribute vegetable balls in the pot and put them into the dipping saucer, while spitting bitterness on her son:

"Your dad is just sullen! For so many years, he didn't say anything except give money and money!

Even if I rolled my eyes to the sky, he would only think that I wanted to buy stars again.

Mom, I'm the kind of person who only looks at money! ”

"Yes, yes, you're certainly not that kind of person."

Fu Qingchen responded to his mother's words, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he wanted to pick up the last piece of tripe, but Mrs. Fu's movements were obviously faster than him.

He could only watch Mrs. Fu dip the crispy and springy tripe with seasoning and eat it into her mouth.

Since I got up, I only drank a glass of iced American: ......

Look at the other people's bowls with more or less some loot, only he, because he sat next to his mother and got nothing.

：）

Who exactly proposed to come to eat hot pot!

"The culprit" An Xia was stuffing a bell roll soaked in chili oil into his mouth, and he was still a little puzzled after noticing Fu Qingchen's eyes.

Why doesn't this man eat?

[It is worthy of Mr. Fu, who can survive until now with a cup of ice American.

But if you don't eat it now, you can't eat it after a while, and when the old man comes, he will still be followed by the female secretary! 】

An Xia glanced at the butter hot pot that was still boiling with some concern, thinking about whether to let the waiter serve more dishes.

With so many people and so many mouths, how can these few plates of meat be enough.

Caught off guard by hearing the news that his father was about to arrive, Fu Qingchen subconsciously looked at his mother, who was still crusading loudly beside him.

She has now spoken of her husband's unique fetish when shopping:

"I said I don't like to buy too many bags, forty or fifty is enough.

But he had to fight with me, and he had people send bags to his home at two ends in three days, and the cloakroom was almost out of place, so I had to choose some of them and send them to other houses.

He knew that I had a phobia of choice, didn't he obviously add to my blockage! ”

Mrs. Fu mixed ice dumplings with one hand, and carried the diamond-encrusted handbag next to her with the other:

"He also likes to buy even numbers, and now I don't know which one to carry to go out.

Qingchen, did you say that your father is lacking in heart. ”

Fu Qingchen...... Fu Qingchen didn't dare to say anything, he opened his mouth, and looked past his mother to the door of the box.

- His father, who was not careful, had arrived at the door of the box, accompanied by a female secretary dressed in fancy clothes.

As soon as Fu Wencheng arrived at the box with his front foot, he heard his wife Su Yasu shouting in the house that he was a heartless child.

He slowly swept through the room, not angry.

The oppressive force from the former president of Fu made everyone in the box quiet in unison.

An Xia quietly stuffed a piece of shrimp slip into her mouth again:

[Mr. Fu just looks scary, who would have thought that such an unsmiling person likes to go to the cat café to pet the cat the most, if it weren't for the majesty of the head of the family, he would also want to raise a few at home! 】

Unexpectedly, his father, who had always been serious, would have such a hobby, and the majestic and respectable father in Fu Qingchen's heart suddenly became down-to-earth.

In this quiet atmosphere, the female secretary suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, and the false eyelashes on her eyelids were about to fly into the sky:

"Mrs. Fu, I didn't expect you to like to eat in this kind of fly restaurant, and I don't know if the things here are clean or not, and whether they will hurt your stomach."

Mrs. Fu didn't speak, and sat in her chair and looked coldly at the female secretary who provoked her.

"I don't dare to go near such an unhygienic restaurant, because it would be bad if I accidentally contracted some infectious disease.

Mr. Fu definitely doesn't like this kind of pickled ground, right? ”

As she spoke, the female secretary stretched out her hand and tried to caress Fu Wencheng's arm.

Mrs. Fu threw the bag in her hand on the ground, raised her hand and pointed to another empty space beside her:

"Fu Wencheng, you sit here."

The female secretary sneered, just wanted to laugh at Mrs. Fu's whimsy, how dare she let Fu Wencheng sit in such a small restaurant that can't be put on the table.

Who knew that in the next second, Fu Wencheng actually walked over and sat next to Mrs. Fu without saying a word.

Mrs. Fu took a pair of clean chopsticks and handed them to him, and then gave him the balls in her bowl:

"This is hot with my own hands, can you eat it or not."

Fu Wencheng nodded silently, picked up the balls that had been bitten by Mrs. Fu and put them into his mouth.

"Mr. Fu?!"

The female secretary's face was full of incredulity, and she pointed at Mrs. Fu and shouted:

"This woman just scolded you in public for lacking heart, aren't you angry!"

After hearing this, Mrs. Fu smiled and asked her husband:

"Are you lacking in heart?"

Fu Wencheng looked up at his wife, and nodded silently.

Mrs. Fu snorted lightly and looked up at the female secretary with contempt.

At this point, the victory or defeat has been decided.

An Xia, who watched the big melon of the wealthy family up close, had already drunk mung bean soup:

[Hahahahaha, this female secretary must not have imagined that Mr. Fu fell in love with Mrs. Fu at first sight, not only because Mrs. Fu is beautiful, but also because she has a pair of extremely good-looking cat eyes.

As long as Mrs. Fu glared, Mr. Fu, who was a senior cat slave, immediately couldn't walk.

Mr. Fu even regretted why Mr. Fu didn't look like his mother, but wore a dead face every day like him. 】

The dead face of the inexplicable lying gun, Xiao Fu always said, hehe.

The female secretary wanted to say something more, but Mrs. Fu took the lead in attacking.

She asked her husband bluntly:

"I don't like her, you fired her."

Fu Wencheng nodded his head, and a long sentence rarely popped out of his mouth:

"The original secretary took a leave of absence due to illness, and this person came to take a substitute, but she didn't do anything good, and even soiled my clothes at the wine party yesterday, so that I had to take a shower.

I was already planning to fire her today,"

This makes it clear why Mrs. Fu was not there when she called yesterday.

Mrs. Fu asked again, "Then why don't you go home?" ”

"Because...... Because the stained dress was a birthday present from you, I was afraid that you would be angry and would not dare to go home. ”

"Oops, it's just clothes, if it's dirty, it's dirty, I'll go buy a few more sets in a while!"

Mrs. Fu was so moved that she was so angry that she was gone.

[What a middle-aged pure love story, it seems that the identity of the old Fu Zong pure love warrior can no longer be hidden, you must know that he personally folded 9,999 paper cranes in order to pursue Mrs. Fu.

The glass vase with a thousand paper cranes is still in the most conspicuous position in the Fu family's living room. 】

An Xia took a sip of Xueding milk tea and updated the gossip information in time:

[By the way, the glass bottle was kicked over by Mr. Fu when he was five years old, so Mr. Fu secretly hid in the quilt in the middle of the night and dropped a small pearl, and in the end Mrs. Fu coaxed him down.

The next day, the new vase was placed on a high platform—a small potato, which Fu Qingchen couldn't touch anyway. 】

[Poof...... It turns out that Mr. Fu was still a little chubby when he was five years old? In order not to sleep with my dad at night, I deliberately wet the bed, hahahahahahaha......ha

The photos released in the gossip information can only be seen by An Xia alone, but his laughter is like thunder, and Fu Qingchen, who has been repeatedly read through the black history, is not calm.

That's enough, please leave him a pair of pants to cover his shame.

Now he is no different from naked Ben in front of An Xia.

The parents are still showing affection, and it's up to him, the son, to deal with the endgame.

Fu Qingchen stood up and shouted:

"Bodyguard, take this secretary out, doesn't she think the hot pot restaurant is dirty, and all the restaurants under the Fu family will have to blacklist her in the future.

No store can be opened to her! ”

"Okay, Mr. Fu."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, several strong men in black wearing sunglasses came out of nowhere, and took her out of the hot pot restaurant with a female secretary.

An Xia's eyes widened:

[Damn! Great change of life! 】