Fu Muye didn't know that his parents followed him. He got on his bike and went out.
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She looked carefully, the bicycle back seat actually carefully put the cushion, suddenly, silly eyes.
"Isn't he going to pick up Xiao daytime?"
"It should be." Fu Zhiyan is more calm than her.
Han Xiaoye can't wait to take his hand, "little uncle, let's follow."
She's going to follow her son to school?
Fu Zhiyan's temple suddenly jumped and his head became big.
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Fu Zhiyan couldn't help taking her. He shook her excitedly, pulled his little hand and pulled her to the garage. "He'll find that we'll go to the intersection they have to go through and wait."
With that, he felt speechless.
At least he is a successful person with a high reputation in Beijing. He took his wife to follow his son for a date. If other people knew, he couldn't imagine what other people would think.
But forget it, who makes the hooligan want to go?
Fu Zhiyan confessed and drove her to a small road outside the foreign language school. bought
"Why hasn't the kitten come yet?" Han Xiaoye drink fast, a cup of soybean milk will see the bottom, "that smelly boy his sister don't want to, run to pick up the little girl friend, heterosexual inhuman, wait for him to come home from school in the afternoon, I want to talk about him!"
Fu Zhiyan glanced at his side, which seemed to be filled with indignation. In fact, the little woman with her mouth turned up secretly didn't answer.
"But when he was so young, he knew that it was better to start first and then suffer. He was my son. Like you just started, I started right away. But for my quick eyes and quick hands, I don't know which woman cheated you She said it as if there was such a thing.
Fu Zhiyan Temple jump, the next second to see the intersection of a bicycle ride over, he pulled the people around him, "come."
"Where?" Han Xiaoye instantly saw, the spy slightly buried his head, a pair of eyes a strength of people there. Aiming at half, she noticed that Fu Zhiyan's height and temperament were too striking. For fear that Fu Muye would find out, she quickly pushed him to the car, "little uncle, you are too conspicuous. You wait for me in the car."
Fu Zhiyan has seen people demolishing bridges across rivers. He has never seen this kind of river. He has already begun to demolish bridges.
It's a pity that Han Xiaoye doesn't pay attention to his feelings at all and has put all his energy on tracking.
Sure enough.
The man sitting behind Fu Muye's handsome bike is Qin daytime. Qin daytime is still holding a peeled egg and eating happily. All of a sudden, the car suddenly braked. Qin, who was behind him, was obviously frightened and hugged the cyclist. The cyclist didn't know what he had said to her. The hand she held didn't spread.
Emma!
Emma!
Qin didn't find it in the daytime, but she could see it clearly. Fu Mu ye did it on purpose! There was no car, no one in front of him, and there were no small stones on the ground. He made a sudden brake! Moreover, before the emergency brake, he also hooked the corner of his mouth and laughed like a fox!
How old is he, ten years old! Ten years old is such a good girl! It's not precocious at all. It's completely ripe, OK?
This is a powerful skill to tease girls. He can only send jewelry to his father for several streets!
In the twinkling of an eye, Fu Mu night riding into the school, Han Xiaoye neck can not see, just reluctantly opened the door to sit on the co pilot.
It is probably because of the contrast that there is existence. She was filled with such a little displeasure.
Fu Zhiyan didn't notice her little discomfort. Seeing that she was addicted enough, he backed out the car and said, "let's go back to the company."
"Oh."
Han Xiaoye is still depressed because Mao is also a man of the Fu family. The EQ gap between her husband and her son is so far.
She looked out of the car window and sighed.
Fu Zhiyan glanced at her and thought that she was disconsolate that Fu's kitten had found her girlfriend. She was a little jealous. He didn't know how to comfort him, so he didn't speak.
The car finally stopped in front of a super imposing building.
In front of the group, the heads of various departments, deputy departments and management are almost all here, divided into left and right rows, standing on both sides in suits and shoes, quietly waiting for people to come.
Until Fu Zhiyan's Land Rover stopped in front of them. At first, they were stunned, but they didn't respond to the fact that President Mao would open a common car like tiger. The next second they rushed up, and the person in front of them took the initiative to open the door.
"Good president."
He took a quick look at Han Xiaoye, "Hello, madam."
The president's wife is the company secretary, which is almost a well-known secret of Zhongnan group. After all, almost all the management now know that the president is married, and his wife is the little niece who made a lot of noise before.
Han Xiaoye is not used to being called Madam so respectfully, but she still straightens her back, supports her aura forcefully, and tries not to show her shyness and humiliate him.
"Come on, get out of the car."
"Good."
Fu Zhiyan is very calm, calmly help her untie the seat belt, and seems to see her nervous, after getting off the car immediately took her hand, pulled her into the company in a respectful welcome.
"Good president."
"Good president."
"Good president."
Han Xiaoye followed him with the illusion that he was the queen herself. However, she felt uncomfortable when so many people bowed down to say hello. She almost held her breath and walked the whole journey. She was relieved when she got into the elevator.
"My God, what a battle." man
Really want to come every morning, she is sure to lose weight successfully, because the root to eat breakfast root Digest!
"No, only today."
Today is the day when he officially returned to the head office. In fact, he could have held an annual meeting of the company without so many people standing in two rows. But he didn't like excitement and was afraid of trouble, so he changed it to this. After all, he just came back, so that the management knew who he was.
Han Xiaoye has been his secretary for so long. When he heard that he only guessed today, he put his heart back to his throat.
Just on the 66th floor of the president's office, I heard the little secretary of the elevator respectfully say, "Mr. Fu, Han MI is good."
"Mr. Fu, Vice President Lin of Fengqi group is waiting for you in your office."