Chapter 271

"Fool..." Fu Hanchuan pinched the soft cat's paw, the big white cat struggled, bit gently on the back of his hand, jumped down from him, found a comfortable place to sleep at the end of the bed.

Fu Hanchuan felt bored and threw his mobile phone back into the drawer.

The next day, when Fu Ying swaggered in, Fu Hanchuan was shaving in the washroom. Fu Ying looked at him and said good morning. Fu Hanchuan also glanced at him: "good morning." Then continue to scratch your chin in the mirror. The razor hummed softly, and no one spoke again. Fu Ying saw that he was washing and went back to the room.

In front of the bedside table, the little guy gently opened the drawer, which was empty. He turned his head and looked into the washroom again. He put his small hand in the school uniform pocket and swaggered away, pretending that there was nothing to do.

Fu Hanchuan finished sorting out and came out of the washroom. There was no one in the room. He looked at the direction of the bedside table at will. Then he went to the cloakroom. His slender fingers crossed a row of shirts. Finally, he picked a white shirt, matched the suit and tie, and then picked a mechanical watch to wear. It seemed the same as usual.

Downstairs, Fu Ying sat in front of the table and was having breakfast. There were also some usual meals on the table. When Mother Song saw him coming, she greeted him. Fu Hanchuan faintly um, lifted his chair and sat down.

There are only father and son sitting on such a big table. No matter how many breakfast on the table are empty, the whole restaurant is very quiet and ordinary, which is no different from the previous more than 1000 mornings.

Song's mother looked. It was probably because of the change of the relationship between the big villa. It was even colder. No wonder she felt uncomfortable.

After breakfast, Mr. Wu came to pick up Fu Ying to class. Fu Ying said, "Dad, I'm going to school." Then he went out with his schoolbag on his back. When he came to the door, his footsteps paused, looked back at Fu Hanchuan, and saw him sitting at the table, drinking fresh juice and motionless.

Why didn't he say to send him to school?

Teacher Wu saw Fu Ying standing there without movement. He thought he had forgotten something and asked, "young master Fu Ying, did you forget something and didn't take it?"

Fu Ying shook his head and said, "let's go."

Mother song saw Fu Ying's every move in her eyes. She thought Fu Ying didn't adapt to moving to a new home. She wanted to be coquettish and was embarrassed. She began to remind Fu Hanchuan: "Mr. Fu, just now, young master Fu Ying seems to want you to send him to school."

Fu Hanchuan drew a paper towel and wiped his lips. He said faintly, "No."

The voice fell, and the mobile phone in the corner of the table rang. Mother Song looked at it and cleared the table silently.

Fu Hanchuan answered the phone and walked to the door. Qiao Shen's calm voice came and said, "President Fu, I've arrived. Several media have arrived here first. I'll arrange it first."

"Yes." Fu Hanchuan stood on the steps and looked up at the weather. There were several clouds in the sky, and the temperature was also appropriate. It was a day to do good deeds.

……

At the school gate, Su Xiang's car stopped. Fu Ying stood at the school gate and saw Su Xiang coming, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I didn't find it."

Su Xiang frowned slightly, and his heart was more depressed. It seemed that he could only go to Fu Hanchuan himself. She lifted her chin inside the school gate and said, "go to school first."

Fu Ying nodded and went into the door with his schoolbag on his back. When he looked back and saw Su Xiang getting on the bus, the little guy wanted to understand something. He muttered in his heart: no wonder he didn't come to send him to school. He wanted her to send him to the door. It's really resourceful

Su Xiang sat in the car, his fingers rubbing his scalp. Last time they parted unhappily. He was so angry with her that she really didn't want to say a word to him or see his face.

But the mobile phone still needs to be taken back. You can't change another mobile phone because of this. Why?

Su Xiang bit his lips and his eyes fell on his wrist watch. It was not early from the press conference, so he no longer delayed. He thought about the press conference to attend first. Besides, it was boring for Fu Hanchuan to hold her mobile phone. Seeing that she ignored it, he thought it was boring and returned it.

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A piece of wasteland in the west suburb was originally a farmland. It was abandoned for three or five years before it was auctioned. It was bought by a foreign real estate agent. The design drawings of the villa group were constructed. At the same time of publicity, the foundation was excavated and started construction. It was rumbled for several months, but suddenly stopped working. After that, there was no news, Later, the wind came out intermittently. The real estate developer ran away in debt because of the rupture of the capital chain, and no one took the offer. From then on, it really became a wasteland, and the grass grew more than one meter high.

This incident was exposed by city reporters, and was once severely scolded for wasting land resources. After the news quieted down, the land disappeared and continued to be desolate. Now it has attracted more attention, but it is a factory to be built here, and it is a factory for the disabled. As soon as the information is revealed, the press will stare here. The media who sent the invitation were present. Those who didn't get the invitation were also waiting. Qiao Shen said, "Miss Feng, I think you'd better tell Mr. Fu about it."

Feng Qingyang frowned slightly, stared at him and said, "I said why are you so rigid. Lee is hot. There are not many stars who watch the news at the press conference. "

Joe opened his mouth deeply, Feng Qingyang pinched a Begonia flower and said, "who bought this flower? The color is really beautiful."

Qiao Shen was interrupted and said indifferently, "I bought it."

Feng Qingyang smiled at him and pinned the Begonia flowers on the decorative bag of his small suit: "the young man has a good eye. I know I like begonia flowers."

Qiao Shen opened his mouth, Feng Qingyang looked behind him and waved to the people behind him. Qiao Shen turned his head and saw Fu Hanchuan's tall figure coming. Qiao Shen greeted him respectfully: "Mr. Fu."

Feng Qingyang said, "you are here at last. Do you know that your assistant is very annoying. I'm also a major investor. How can I be so big or small? "

Qiao Shen almost fainted, and the eldest lady's complaint was too good. Her investment was clearly hard involved. When did he become her subordinate.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at Qiao Shen and said faintly, "Feng Qingyang, are you serious or are you deliberately angry with the old man, so you're not afraid of falling out with your family?"

Feng Qingyang had an affair with the male star for a while. The Feng family thought she was just playing and didn't take it seriously, but if she really got into it, the Feng family wouldn't happily say a blessing.

"But don't screw up my press conference, or I won't give you face, Miss Feng." Fu Hanchuan took a look at the male star. It's best not to show off too much, otherwise he will know what blocking is.

Qiao took a deep look at Feng Qingyang, gave her a look, and then walked forward to the surrounding reporters to remind the press conference that the time is about to begin. Please arrange to take a seat.

Feng Qingyang looked at Fu Hanchuan sitting under the stage. His long legs were folded. He had a draft speech in his hand and was reading it there. Feng Qingyang sat down in the chair next to him, looked at the speech, looked straight ahead and suddenly said, "here comes Su Xiang!"

Fu Hanchuan looked calm, but his fingers pinched the paper and betrayed his nervousness. Feng Qingyang sneered and said, "people haven't come yet, so they're nervous?"

Fu Hanchuan gave her a cold look and said faintly, "maybe I can meet the old man and introduce him to some good family children. I heard that your eldest brother wants you to marry the second generation of officials? "

Feng Qingyang pulled his lips and said, "Fu Hanchuan, if you've been so boring and poisonous, even a mute doesn't want to talk to you."

As we talked here, there was a stir at the front press station. Listening to the news, it was probably a man of the hour.

In order to maintain the mystery, they deliberately covered this corner with a poster. Feng Qingyang touched his chin with his fingers and smiled. Glancing at Fu Hanchuan, he saw that his chin was tightened and his eyes stared at a line of words on the paper, but his eyes didn't move.

Ahead, Su Xiang didn't see several staff members of the disabled persons' Federation and Mrs. Pang until he entered the stadium. There were a lot of people at the scene and their voices were a little messy. Su Xiang took Mrs. Pang and asked, "madam, why didn't you mention such a big thing. Who did this? "

She looked at the reporters unnaturally. Now she is still on the cusp of the storm and invited her to be a guest. Does the mysterious man know or what, so she is not afraid that the press conference will be screwed up by her?

Pompey humanitarian: "you'll know when the press conference starts. To tell you the truth, I only knew it temporarily. "

Someone in front was asking Mrs. pang to talk. Mrs. Pang only had time to talk to Su Xiang and walked to the stage. Under the arrangement of other staff, Su Xiang was designated to sit in a seat. She looked left and right. The view was the best in the stand.

Next to him, a man sat down. Su Xiang turned his head and looked at him. The man smiled at her, showed his snow-white teeth and said hello to her: "Hello, I'm Li te."

Su Xiang looked at his clean palm and politely shook hands with others. He felt that he looked familiar and couldn't remember where he had met.

Li te... The name sounds familiar. Her eyes light up slightly. He is not the one who won the best actor award of a TV station. Now even the bus stop is advertised for his sports drinks, which is very popular.

Su Xiang said happily, "it's you!"

In the corner covered by the poster, Fu Hanchuan looked at the woman with an unhappy face, holding the hands of other men tightly and smiling brightly. Qiao Shen hid here when Su Xiang came, and just stood behind Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang held his chin and looked at Fu Hanchuan. "I don't mind. Why are you so ugly?"

At nine o'clock sharp, the press conference began, and the scene quieted down. Mrs. Pang began to make a speech on the stage, which roughly means that on this sunny day, a charity assistance activity is about to start, and some thanks.

"Next, let's invite our Mr. Fu Hanchuan to speak on the stage!" Mrs. Pang's arm rowed to the right, and Su Xiang looked along her arm. The whole person seemed to be sitting there as if he had been pointed. There was applause around, but Su Xiang's mind was blank.

Is it fu... Fu Hanchuan?

Her eyes moved in the direction of the man's movement, watching him walk onto the stage and put the microphone to a proper height. He glanced at the audience. The natural king style made people unable to move their eyes. All their eyes were only on him.

In his ears, the man's low and magnetic voice is amplified through the microphone and transmitted to everyone's ears.

"Last year, I attended the Furui charity party sponsored by Mrs. Pang. There, I saw people from all walks of life's efforts and selfless help to charity, as well as those who were once weak and became self-confident..."

Fu Hanchuan's voice was not fast or slow, his tone was clear, everyone present could hear it, and the reporter's flash kept recording this moment.

"I heard a story about 'paper clips' there..."

His eyes fell from the stage and met Su Xiang's in mid air. Su Xiang's fingers trembled and pinched tighter and tighter. He felt a heat in his eyes and wanted to cry.

In his speech, he talked about how he raised the charity plan, what was the original intention of raising, the support and resistance he received in the process, and the ground breaking ceremony of the factory.

Su Xiang listened clearly. In his words, he said what he saw, what he knew, what he thought, and what he did.

Once, he was so exclusive of her and hated a woman who brought him a sense of shame. He didn't even want to walk side by side with her on the road. Even when he agreed to go abroad for vacation, he temporarily stood her up because he didn't want to be seen.

Now, in front of so many people, he said that because of her influence, he wanted to build a factory to give employment opportunities to the disabled, let them speak with their own ability, give the same social competitiveness, give the disabled opportunities and respect brought by self-reliance.

"... I sincerely believed a word in that man: gold will shine. No matter what kind of person she is, as long as she doesn't give up herself, as long as she wants to emit that light, someone will see... "

Su Xiang's ears were buzzing and his throat rolled several times. He clearly remembered every word he said in his mind, which seemed to be out of order. Fu Hanchuan didn't notice when his speech ended.

Mrs. Pang went to the stage again, said a few words of thanks, and then said, "next, it's time for the media to ask questions. If you have anything you want to ask, you can start."

When the voice fell, a reporter from a well-known media studio stood up and asked, "Mr. Fu, is the lady you just said your ex-wife Mrs. Fu, that is, Miss Su Xiang, the love ambassador of the disabled persons' Federation?"

What Fu Hanchuan said just now is easily reminiscent of the legendary mute lady. It is not difficult to guess, especially when he mentioned the "paper clip" speech on behalf of Su Xiang.

So far, Su Xiang's words at the charity party are still quoted by many disabled people as inspirational classic quotations.

Fu Hanchuan didn't avoid this question and nodded calmly, "yes."

"Then, Mr. Fu, are you paying tribute to your ex-wife and making a confession?"

The voice fell, and the scene began to move. The eyes were heated as if they were electrified, which was more enthusiastic than before. Su Xiang was seen to be hot all over. He wanted to become an ant and drill in from the ground gap. At the same time, his heart beat faster than before.

Salute?

She never thought about these two words. All along, what she received was his disgusting and contemptuous eyes. When did she have respect?

Now, he nods and admits in full view of the public?

Su Xiang is in a mess here and can't calm down, but the sharp reporter is different from him. As soon as Fu Hanchuan nodded and admitted, another reporter stood up and asked, "Mr. Fu, because of Mrs. Zhuoya's immoral means, Fu suffered an unprecedented attack, and Fu's impression in the public's mind is also low to an unprecedented level."

"Then, Mr. Fu, do you hold a press conference at this time to announce the establishment of a disabled artificial factory and declare to your ex-wife that it is a public relations measure to restore Fu's public image and re-establish the company's reputation?"

"In addition, due to the incident of Mrs. Zhuoya, Mr. Fu's voice in Fu has declined rapidly, and the position of president has changed. Mr. Fu, are you preparing to regain that position?"

Sharp problems suddenly reduced the heat of the scene. Compared with the hot scene caused by the previous gossip problem, it was a double heaven of ice and fire.

For Su Xiang, her feverish mind suddenly calmed down, and her calm eyes looked at Fu Hanchuan.

He lost Fu's absolute leadership. Compared with an apology statement, this is undoubtedly the most sincere and best public relations. Fu's reputation can be preserved and reversed, and his image in the hearts of Fu's people will be reversed.

So, this construction site, this press conference, including her arrival, is another carefully planned utilization?

Su Xiang looked at Fu Hanchuan, closed his eyes and swallowed his saliva. When he opened his eyes again, Qingming's eyes quietly looked at the man.

On the stage, Fu Hanchuan looked at Su Xiang and said, "I just said that I made this plan after last year's charity party. At that time, the story about Mrs. Zhuoya didn't come out, and everyone didn't know. It's only a few days since the incident. "

"In these short days, even Fu Hanchuan can't win this land and go through so many procedures. What I have been doing is to implement this plan as soon as possible and set up factories as soon as possible so that more people in need can get this benefit. "“ Of course, at this point in time, I admit that it will be helpful to Fu. Fu's coming to this day is the result of the efforts of all Fu's employees. Both commercial value and social value are huge. If Fu continues to be depressed, the losses to enterprises and society will also be huge. So I hope Fu can get out of this period as soon as possible. Therefore, I will do my every responsibility to reduce the impact. "“ I also hope that through this factory, I can alleviate some evil for Mrs. Zhuoya and get some help at the same time. I've missed a lot because I've blinded my eyes. I hope she can see the flash of gold like me. "“ As for me, I have no other plans at present. I used to walk too fast, but now I can have time to calm down and do something I haven't done before, such as digging for shining gold. " As he spoke, he glanced at Su Xiang. The media under the stage were also amused by his rare humor. The tense atmosphere just now was relieved. In the corner, Feng gently raised his fingers to cover his lips and whispered to Joe, "when will he say sweet words?" Joe touched his nose deeply. He was surprised, too. But is this sweet talk? Feng Qingyang looked at his suspicious eyes and shook his head reluctantly. This man followed Fu Hanchuan's four seasons iceberg all the year round. How could he be better... After another period of time, the reporter's Q & a session ended. Mrs. Pang came over with an employment letter with a red cover. Fu Hanchuan looked at Su Xiang, picked up the employment letter and said, "finally, We will hire Miss Su Xiang as the consultant of Furui factory to guide our future factory work. " Mrs. Pang took over the words at the right time and said, "please ask Miss Su to come on stage and accept the offer of employment." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.