"Thank you, Dad." after listening to Fu Yichen's words, Fu Jiabei was not disappointed, but said with bright eyes.
He always knew that everyone had his own family mission. As Fu Yichen's eldest son, Fu Jiabei knew what family responsibilities he should bear.
When you get a favorable growth environment and enjoy your rights, you should undertake corresponding responsibilities and missions.
This also includes his marriage. In fact, few people in their circle can make their own marriage.
What Fu Yichen can give him and Garbo is great freedom and democracy.
"If you want anything, fight for it yourself. Don't thank me. If you can't do it, don't plead with me at that time. I won't give in, you know."
Fu Yichen said in a deep voice again.
Fu Jiabei smiled, "Dad, I'm your son. I can do what you can do!"
Qingjun's young man has a confident, arrogant and defiant firmness on his face.
When Fu Yichen married Su MI, he had already controlled the imperial industry for many years and became a dictator who dared not resist. Therefore, he could marry his mother and go home immediately.
Fu Jiabei believes he can do what his father can do.
"I'll see."
Fu Yichen looked at his complacent son and nodded.
Fu Jiabei came out of Fu Yichen's study and asked the servant. He learned that Zeng Mingyue had not come back from the garden, so he went back to his study by himself, made several phone calls and ordered the suppression of the Jiang family.
In the garden, Su MI and Zeng Mingyue strolled for less than half a circle, then turned back and walked back. Su Mi smiled and led Zeng Mingyue's hand.
"It's estimated that if I don't let you go back, Jiabei will have an opinion. Now that I know the family, I often come to talk with my aunt in the future. Jiabei and Jiabao don't love home, and my aunt is boring herself."
Zeng Mingyue smiled and nodded, "well, thank you, aunt."
She said solemnly, with a sincere and grateful look. Thinking of the girl's suffering, Su Mi patted her hand with pity.
"Thank you, silly boy."
Back at the villa, Sumi yawned, "I went to take a nap. Jiabei should be in his room or study. Do you know where it is?"
Su MI was about to call a maid to take Zeng Mingyue. Zeng Mingyue blushed.
"Just now, Jiabao pointed it out to me. I'll just find it myself."
Su Mi said with a smile, "go and take it as your own home. Don't make yourself at home."
Zeng Mingyue first arrived at the door of Fu Jiabei's bedroom. She knocked on the door twice. She didn't hear a response inside, so she twisted the door and looked at it. There was no Fu Jiabei in the room. Out of curiosity, Zeng Mingyue stood at the door and looked at her boyfriend's room carefully before closing the door.
Jiabao said that Fu Jiabei had his own special study. It was on the east side of this floor. Zeng Mingyue walked over and still knocked on the door twice.
"Come in."
Inside came Fu Jiabei's low reply, and Zeng Mingyue opened the door.
"Mom Zhang, just put it on the table. I'll eat it later. Thank you."
But he saw that Fu Jiabei was sitting behind the computer and seemed to be busy. It was obvious that he misunderstood that he was a servant to deliver things.
Zeng Mingyue smiled, closed the door, padded her feet and slowly approached Fu Jiabei.
She wanted to scare him. Who knows, she went to the computer and saw the things on his computer, but she was stunned.
What she saw on the computer was the picture she had just seen in the upper storage room with him, and Fu Jiabei scanned the picture into the computer. At the moment, he was controlling the keyboard and mouse to PS the picture.
With his slender fingers gently moving, he was pulled out in the corner, placed beside him and stood side by side with him.
Watching him adjust again and again, he took the trouble to make the whole picture more harmonious and make them look more natural when they stand together. Zeng Mingyue's eyes don't know why they are a little hot.
She took a step forward. Fu Jiabei was startled and turned to see Zeng Mingyue standing aside with red eyes. As a result, she was stunned and startled.
"What's the matter? Did anyone bully you?"
Fu Jiabei quickly put down the mouse and pulled Zeng Mingyue over, looking a little nervous.
He was worried about what the servants of the Fu family had done, wronged her or something. After all, there were many servants in the family.
"No." Zeng Mingyue shook his head when he saw his misunderstanding.
Fu Jiabei's expression slowed down. He raised his eyebrows. "So, how did he become a little rabbit?"
Zeng Mingyue pointed to the computer screen, "your boyfriend is too warm to cry?"
Fu Jiabei was stunned when he heard the speech. Then he was a little funny and compassionate. He took Zeng Mingyue and sat down on his lap, hugged her, bowed his head and kissed Zeng Mingyue's forehead.
A very light kiss, but very gentle. Zeng Mingyue leaned against Fu Jiabei's arms, bent her eyebrows and smiled.
"Give me also p a bottle of water. I really wanted to send you water at that time. Unfortunately, I couldn't summon up my courage every time and couldn't get in front of you."
"OK."
Fu Jiabei rubbed Zeng Mingyue's hand, moved his hand, and seriously stuffed a bottle of mineral water into Zeng Mingyue's hand.
He is so skilled that p the photos he produced look extraordinarily harmonious and decent.
"I'll go back and develop this photo. Will you give me one?"
Zeng Mingyue looked at the final processed photos in surprise and asked.
Fu Jiabei raised his eyebrows and shook his head, "not good."
Zeng Mingyue looked up at him with a question mark on his face. Such simple requirements are not satisfied. What about the good warm man?
Fu Jiabei ordered her slightly tooted lip flap. "The photo is right here. When you want to see it, just go home with me."
This is the meaning of bringing her back often in the future. Zeng Mingyue's cheeks are a little red again.