Chapter 512

"Mo Yi, where's your boss? Where did he go? How mysterious these days. "

Song September didn't notice Mo Yi's surprise and asked eagerly.

Mo Yi shakes his head. The boss can't find him for several days every year. Who knows where he has gone

But in order not to let the people in front of him worry too much, he decided to weave a beautiful lie.

"The boss has gone abroad for a meeting. Maybe he will come back in a few days."

Song Jiuyue's brow frowned. Since she was going abroad for a meeting, why didn't she put Mo Yi on the table? Isn't Mo Yi his assistant? His intuition told her that the person in front of her was hiding something from her.

"Mo Yi, what do I usually do to you?"

Song September asked quietly. Mo Yi's hair stood up and wanted to go, but he was pushed on the wall by song September.

"Mo Yi, tell me honestly, where did Fu Jin go?"

So oppressive action, ink a holding documents, the bridge of the nose glasses almost fell on the ground, or can be stable body.

"Miss Song, to tell you the truth, I don't know where the boss has gone. The boss often goes missing like this. Sometimes he leaves the whole company for a few days, sometimes for more than ten years, the longest year, and then runs back the next year. During this period, no one can contact him..."

Song Jiuyue was stunned and frowned. He had disappeared for such a long time that even the people around him did not know where he had gone. If one day he was injured outside, and everyone did not know, would he die quietly outside

Song September's whole body is excited, trembles to begin to plan to call Fu disaster, without accident, is shut down again.

"Miss Song, the old man may ask you to go back to dinner tonight."

Song September in the heart is anxious, next to Mo said such a word, she raised her head reflexively.

"Why?"

"Today is the birthday of the boss's grandmother, who has been dead for many years."

Song Jiuyue was stunned. She had never heard Fu Jin mention his grandmother. He had the same temperament. She didn't know what kind of woman she loved.

As soon as Mo Yi's words were finished, song September's mobile phone rang. As expected, it was from Fu's old house that asked her to go back to dinner.

She looked at the time and did not dare to delay. After going downstairs, she drove the car directly.

It's five o'clock in the afternoon. As soon as she enters the door of Fu's house, she feels that Fu xueya is aiming behind her, probably aiming at Fu Jin.

"Song September, where's my brother?"

Fu xueya stares at eyes and asks like this, elder brother will never be absent tonight before, today is Grandma's birthday, everyone must get together.

"Mo Yi said that he had gone abroad for a meeting, and it would take him several days to come back."

Answer in September, the nanny's figure slowly changed in the kitchen.

"Xiao Jin went abroad for a meeting?"

Mr. Fu's brow frowned. The child would never be absent from this evening's dinner. He took his cell phone and wanted to call each other, but found that the phone was turned off. He stretched out his finger and pinched his brow.

"Well, since he's in a meeting, don't worry about him."

One side of the housekeeper heard this sentence, immediately spread the word to the kitchen, in a short time, the delicious food was brought back, everyone looked at each other, immediately surrounded the table.

Song Jiuyue could clearly feel that the old man didn't seem to reject her so much. He was relieved to think that the first day he saw the Fu family, he was trembling like a little white rabbit. He didn't expect to be able to have dinner with them so quietly.

There was an empty seat beside her. There were empty bowls and chopsticks on the table. At first, she thought it was for Fu Yan. After eating, Fu xueya whispered in her ear. It was for Fu's grandmother.

Song Jiuyue looks at master Fu quietly, only to find that the other party seems to be wearing new clothes. It's very strange that there are no rumors about the hostess of the Fu family, and no one even knows how the other party went.

About ten minutes later, the nanny brought tea, the door of the living room was knocked, and Fu xueya drew song September closer.

Song Jiuyue looks at her in surprise and wants to ask her what's going on, but Fu xueya puts a finger on her mouth.

The door of the living room was opened, and the old man with crutches came in. When song Jiuyue saw him, he had the feeling of peeping into the universe, deep and mysterious

This is an old man with great momentum. Although he deliberately restrained his momentum when he entered the room, song September still felt it and unconsciously put his hand on his knee and sat upright.

"Old Fu, you are all right."

Fu Jiangsheng's eyes flashed a trace of something and got up to greet him.

"You didn't come last year. I didn't think you would come again."

Two old people exchanged greetings. Song September found that Fu xueya was very nervous and gathered her head together."Who is this?"

"The person who can't make trouble, song September, remember him, and later remember to take a detour. His status is comparable to that of his grandfather, or even a little higher, and his means are terrible..."

Fu xueya said, seriously sitting on the sofa, in the past when this person came to Fu's house, she would be very nervous, inexplicably afraid of each other.

Song September was more puzzled. He turned to look at the old man and found that he was looking at himself, even with a scanning look. The look was like a comb, combing her inside and outside.

Under that kind of vision, she had a kind of creepy feeling and swallowed her saliva difficultly. Why did the people she met recently become more and more terrifying, such as the man in black last time? Is there something big going on in Los Angeles

Zhuang Hong took back his eyes. My lover, it's interesting.

Fu Jiangsheng looks down on one side and seems to be thinking about something. This man has rarely appeared in Los Angeles. He doesn't know where he will appear every year. However, as long as he is in Los Angeles today, he will definitely come.

"Mr. Fu, do you regret it? I left there so decisively

Zhuang Hong asked with his crutch. His eyes suddenly became deep and distant. He seemed to recall something. His eyes were full of swords and swords. He was like a general in the year of a candle. He was recalling his glorious life.

"Never regret. You ask this question once a year, Mr. Zhuang. My answer is the same. It has never changed."

As soon as Chuang Tzu came out, song September's eyes changed. He also believed what Fu xueya had just said. This man's identity was no lower than that of the old man, otherwise the old man would not call him that.

Los Angeles can match the old man's peers. Apart from this, she can't think of anyone else.