Chapter 38

The scorching sun in August blooms the most dazzling halo of the whole season. The road in the daytime seems to be a big steamer. Waves of heat come from the open road. The delicate skin has a sense of being torn by the sun.

Such weather, if you can hide at home, blowing a cool cold wind, drink a small bowl of iced sweet soup, and then you can have a good heart to accompany. Such a comfortable life is to take an immortal for you, you may not be willing to.

Fu Xiaoqian's parents, this summer is such a race fairy life. Both of them are sitting on the sofa, drinking the sweet soup brought by the servant, one is watching TV, the other is playing with the purple clay teapot with dragon pattern, which was sent by Liao Zhenbo last time, and chatting occasionally.

Fu Yanbing is very fond of this antique. He will take it out to have a look, touch and rub it whenever he has anything to do.

"Oh, don't take that crap anymore. Every day in front of my eyes, let me see the upset On Tang Yan's face smeared with high-grade cosmetics, a pair of beautiful tightly wrinkled. At the bottom of his eyes, he slowly showed his disdain. "Tut Tut, I'm glad to see you with such a piece of crap. It's really shallow."

"What do you know? Women's view. " Fu Yanbing put down the antique purple clay pot and looked at the pearly lady sitting beside him. He picked up a purple clay pot which was placed on one side and took a mouthful of it with his mouth in his mouth.

Then he said lazily, "with this money tree, are you afraid that you won't lose gold? If you are in a hurry, things will definitely turn around. After living for so many years, you can't understand such a simple truth? "

"Hum." Tang Yan's nose is agitated, and a hum is emitted from her nose. She disdains Fu Yanbing's words.

"You are not in a hurry. When the green card is taken down, I'll see if you're in a hurry. "

"We are still holding this line between Qianqian and us. Even if we are half the world apart, as long as the line is continuous, the benefits will be less than ours?" Fu Yanbing seems calm on the surface, but at the bottom of his heart, he seems to have knocked over a bottle of Schisandra. All kinds of tastes, sweet and sour, spicy and salty, are mixed together, forcing his throat straight up.

Even though it has been more than 20 years, every time I mention Qianqian, I think of Shangguan Wan. The pain of being crushed by ten trucks is as clear as if it happened yesterday.

He wanted to get rid of the pain, but sadly found that it had already become a part of his life.

That kind of pain has been integrated into the blood, flowing through the viscera, full of four limbs, infiltrated into the bone marrow, like a shadow, inseparable.

Every time I see Fu Xiaoqian, who looks like a child printed from Shangguan Wan.

Time to him is not a good medicine, but a process of hatred accumulation.

From the day he stole Fu Xiaoqian from Shangguan Wan, a vicious idea slowly took shape in his mind. He wanted to take revenge. He wanted to take revenge on Fu Xiaoqian for all the pain that Shangguan Wan had inflicted on him.

Therefore, when Liao Zhenbo proposed to contact Fu Xiaoqian, he did not consider whether Fu Xiaoqian would be willing or happy, as long as he could get benefits.

He doesn't care about the process. There seems to be something moving in his body. No, he doesn't want to go deep into it. He will only live too tired.

As a matter of fact, the woman sitting next to him seems to only know how to spend money and dress up every day, and her hatred is no less than that of him.

She deeply gouged out one eye, dull eyes, shrouded in fog of Fu Yanbing.

Pathetic!

Yes!

A little bit.

However, it's not bad to be a silly woman. Maybe I'll be happier and more comfortable. Because that's how she came all the way.

"Sir, madam, miss is back." Aunt Li's voice interrupted their different thoughts.

Fu Yanbing didn't stand up directly. Instead, he leaned slightly, raised his head, pulled his eyes to the extreme, and forced the dense fog back into his eyes.

"Qianqian is back." Tang Yan also adjusted her mood, until the corner of her mouth stirred up a kind radian, which made her stand up straight.

She turns her eyes gracefully, but when she looks into another person's eyes, the smile on her face becomes stiff for a second, and is immediately replaced by surprise. What's more, it's the unhappiness and worry condensed at the bottom of her eyes.

"Mr. Zhuo? When did you come back? How all didn't hear Qian Qian mention. " But also met the world, Tang Yan smile to welcome up. The name zhuoran was updated for the first time. As soon as it was poured into Fu Yanbing's ear, he stood up, his red eyes narrowed, and called in a deep voice, "Qianqian."

Some words are hard to say in front of outsiders, but Fu Xiaoqian has already understood the tone he brings.

She quickly stepped forward, holding her father's hand, staring at his swollen eyes, vocal cords also some emotional, "Dad, zhuoran is to help us find a way, he has the ability to help our family on the right track now."

Her voice with some choking, with some hoarseness, with some heartache, with some joy There are too many mixed feelings to be distinguished one by one.

"But dad has taken so much money from President Liao." Fu Yanbing expressed his concerns in a voice that only the two of them could hear.It seems that every businessman must have the skill to observe his words and his appearance. Even if did not hear their father and daughter's dialogue, but from Fu Yanbing's bloodshot eyes, Zhuo ran still found a trace of distrust.

"Uncle, aunt, now I have enough ability to protect Qianqian." With that, he took out a customized black card holder with excellent characters from his pocket, took out a rolling gold card, and presented it respectfully with both hands.

Fu Yanbing took it suspiciously, glanced faintly, then drew closer and looked at it carefully.

"Le Jue? President? " The ending is very flat and long. I chewed the two words on the tip of my tongue several times. Surprise and uncertainty.

"Yes, I came back as the president of Le Jue group this time, so I think I have a way to solve your uncle's problem." His face is as humble and calm as before, but his heart is like a mirror. He has taken a big step towards success.

"Le Jue? Is it the lejue company that has been broadcasting on TV these two days, mainly focusing on the clothing industry? " It's like a big pie falling from the sky. You can see it, but you can't eat it. This kind of mood let Tang Yanxin have unwilling, want to confirm repeatedly.

"Yes, aunt." Zhuo Ran's face was still full of humility.

"Sit, sit." Tang Yan's face is like a palette, which changes when it is said. He enthusiastically let zhuoran sit down on the sofa, picked up the tea cup on the porcelain plate, poured a cup of tea and handed it to zhuoran's hand.

"Zhuo ran, I believe you will succeed. What I used to say is not in vain. I finally inspired your potential. Don't you blame my aunt for saying things that are too heavy and hurtful? "

"No way." Just about to put the teacup close to my mouth and put it down again, a smile expanded in the corner of my lips, but it didn't reach the bottom of my eyes, "my aunt also said, it's for my good, I don't have time to thank you, how can I blame you?"

The words that so upset black and white, Zhuo ran listened to, also just light sneer in the bottom of my heart.

"Ma'am, go to the kitchen and order more dishes today. I haven't seen you for a long time. I want to have a good chat with Zhuo ran. " Listen to Tang Yan too self righteous words, Fu Yanbing just want to quickly support her, don't make a fool of herself.

"Yes, yes. I'll go to the kitchen and talk to you." Knowing what her husband meant, Tang Yan got up gracefully and went to the kitchen.

"It's a formidable young man." This is Fu Yanbing's sincere words.

"I don't deserve it in front of my uncle." Zhuo ran knew that whether today's goal could be achieved or not depended on whether the person in front of him was willing to nod.

"Listen to Qianqian, my uncle's company has some problems. I don't know if I can do anything."

Zhuo ran picked up the tea cup and didn't put it directly into his mouth. On the edge of the cup, blowing back and forth above the light white smoke, a pair of deep eyes if there seems to be no ground Piao to Fu Yanbing, want to get some valuable information from his face.

At the moment, Fu Yanbing's heart is struggling. When Liao Zhenbo gave him money, he reached an agreement with him.

He remembers clearly that it was just one noon more than a month before Fu Xiaoqian graduated.

The weather was very good that day. He asked several clients to go to the hotel for dinner.

As soon as he got out of the car, a young man came up to him. He was tall, handsome, and his whole body was filled with the air of being noble and cold.

He met him, but all from newspapers and TV.

He is a god like being in business. He is a legend that can not be surpassed. People nickname him "ghost seeing sorrow". The origin of this nickname mostly refers to his ever-changing business methods.

On the other hand, he not only gives men a sense of indifference and alienation, but even women dare not easily approach him. He is surrounded by three handsome and coquettish men every day. The outside world once guessed whether he has no sexual interest in women.

After he laid the commercial network in the end tied to how many industries, no one can accurately report.

Fu Yanbing is just one of Liao's small partners. The so-called small one is that even Liao Zhenbo's face is impossible to see.

But on that day, he really came towards him, and in full view of the public.

"Mr. Fu, is it convenient to take a step to talk?" He was like a king, looking down on the world, holding him in his brown eyes.

"Convenient, convenient." Under the envious eyes of those customers, he entered the box with Liao Zhenbo.

"Uncle, I hope to have more contact with your daughter through you." When he sat down, Liao Zhenbo was not too polite and went straight to the theme.

This is what Fu Yanbing didn't expect. At that time, he always wanted to make some money with his daughter, but God sent the God of wealth to him.