Fu Zhiyan is looking for a community. Compared with the luxurious No. 1 hospital, the community can only be regarded as ordinary. Fortunately, the large luggage, clothes and other things have been delivered first. They only brought Fu Xiaojiu's milk powder and so on, and only packed a suitcase.
Fu Zhiyan led the way, took them to the eighth floor, took out the key and entered the door.
As soon as I went in, after a day's running, Fu Xiaomao, who was already tired, couldn't help complaining, "it's so small."
"Daddy, are we going to live here in the future?"
Han Xiaoye took a quick look. The house has three bedrooms, two halls, one kitchen and two bathrooms. It's about 120 square meters. In her eyes, it's not small at all.
At the beginning, she lived in Han Su Su's family. Four people crowded in a house of 80 square meters. In her opinion, 120 square meters is not small at all.
But for Fu Xiaomao, who has never lived in a place other than a villa, 120 square meters is the size of his own yard. He instinctively feels small.
Fu Zhiyan didn't speak. He led him to one of the rooms, "you live here."
Fu Xiaomao looked inside and didn't like it any more. There is only one bed, desk and no computer in it. What's more, quilts and other things are all in a mess. He says, "I don't like it here."
these Fu Zhiyan didn't hear it. Gao Leng said, "of course, if you can stand it, you can't sort it out. It's always like this."
Fu Xiaomao frowned fiercely. He inherited nothing from Fu Zhiyan, but inherited one of Fu Zhiyan's biggest faults - Cleanliness!
Although it's not serious enough to be his father, it's not much better. environment
Fu Xiaomao murmured, "where's Aunt Liu? Won't Aunt Liu live with us in the future? "
"Aunt Liu comes during the day and will help you cook, but she won't help you clean up the room." Fu Zhiyan mercilessly crushed his hope.
Fu Xiaomao was angry. As soon as she got up, she sat up and growled, "I don't like it here. I don't want to clean it up."
man She remembered that she couldn't get used to the idea of kittens before, and she gritted her teeth and endured.
Fu Xiaomao sat there sulking, only to find that no one at home paid any attention to him. Neither Mommy nor his grandmother paid any attention to him. He was so wronged that he ran for more than six hours, tired and hungry, and his eyes turned red.
He sniffed silently, didn't cry, got up and began to tidy his room.
Waiting for Han Xiaoye and Feng Yaqin to tidy up and prepare for dinner, he came out of the room with a disheartened face. Ran to Han Xiaoye in front of uncomfortable said, "Mommy, I want to take a bath."
Han Xiaoye couldn't help feeling distressed for a long time. As soon as he heard him yelling, he immediately took him to the bathroom. After taking a bath, he dried his body and put on his clothes again.
Fu Xiaomao's temper came and went quickly. She had a bad face before. Now she was clean and comfortable. She giggled again and made Luffy's signature action. She was elated. "Mommy, I just cleaned up the room."
"Is it?"
"I cleaned up very clean, very clean, very clean!" He's like, "praise me, praise me." but he's too embarrassed to ask Han Xiaoye to praise him and ask for praise.
Han Xiaoye can't help but raise the corner of his mouth and touch his head, "kitten is so good."
"Except for being good?"
"Kittens are so powerful."
Fu Xiaomao is satisfied! With the suit on, put on their own exclusive small slippers, "that is, I am the most powerful."
He said, and then played his hand, "Mommy."
"Ah?" Han Xiaoye is helping him clean up the bathroom, helping him clean up the bath supplies, so that other people don't slip.
Fu Xiaomao looked at her as if in a dilemma. But the inner desire still broke his reserve and good face. Little voice said, "Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?"
Han Xiaoye turned to see him.
sleep But tonight is the exception. I want to sleep next to you. "
Han small ambition is soft, "good."
In fact, she knew that Fu Xiaomao wanted to sleep next to her. sleep
"Come on, eat out."
"Good." The big stone in my heart fell down, and Fu kitten became carefree again.
……
On the other side, Beijing.
On the eve of YG's announcement of bankruptcy, Xiao Han, as the new president, entered the YG building under the pursuit of the public.
"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao, do you want to build a new business empire when you take over YG this time?"
"Mr. Xiao, will Mr. Fu, the former president of YG, continue to attend YG board meetings as a director?"
"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao, what prompted you to take over YG? Do you have any new news to share with you? "
A group of reporters came from the news, holding long guns and short cannons, and the magnesium lights were flashing all the time. It's a pity that the dangerous man didn't answer anyone's question except for a smile from the corner of his mouth to the end. All the way, surrounded by the Secretary, we walked into the YG group building. The next second, the security guards surrounded the people, kept the reporters out, and didn't give the reporters the chance to shoot at all.
All the way up to the 44th floor, Xiao Han was in a good mood.
Until he entered the president's office, his mood was even better than ever.
He looked at the simple office, fingered the slow books on the shelves, and sat on the swivel chair of the president's desk.
"Whoosh."
He gave an evil smile and said to the directors in the office, "do you think life is like this swivel chair? Turn a circle, fate will become very different. Some people are sitting here, others have disappeared. "
The directors were silent.
Xiao Han hands on the desk, high spirited, "Mr. Liu, give me the financial statements I asked you to sort out."
The person named gave him a folder with a strange look.
He raised the corner of his mouth and opened it. The more he looked, the more solid the curvature of his mouth became. At the end, his face sank completely. It's like a Rainstorm on a sunny day in June. The chilling feeling seems to penetrate into the bone marrow!
"Pa!"
The folder was severely dropped on the ground. The person on the swivel chair quickly stood up and twisted the collar of the man who had just handed the folder. His face was livid, "what's this?"