Fu Shao's favorite treasure: madam, don't run away

Fu Yuhan walked through the crowd and stood beside Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's expression suddenly changed.

"Xiao Han, why are you here?"

Zheng Moli squeezed a smile and asked politely.

"Madam Ye, please call me Mr. Fu."

"We don't know each other well after all."

Her thin lips parted slightly, she cast a cold glance at Zheng Moli and then fixed herself on Ye Ling, disregarding the presence of the reporter, she didn't even give Zheng Moli any face.

It's not wrong to say that they are unfamiliar, after all, Zheng Moli has not met Fu Yuhan several times at home, but from Zheng Moli's ears, Fu Yuhan is deliberately embarrassing her.

"It's not appropriate for Mr. Fu to appear here in the middle of the night. This is the Ye family's villa."

Zheng Moli smiled with a gentle look on her face.

Not even speaking as harshly as before.

"I'm here to take my people away."

When the reporters heard it, they clicked and clicked again.

"Your man? How did Xiao Ling become your Mr. Fu's man?"

Zheng Moli laughed lightly.

She knew about the grievances between Fu Yuhan and Ye Ling. Ye Ling hated Fu Yuhan so much that he wanted to kill him.

"Xiao Ling is an employee of Fu's, so naturally he is mine."

Fu Yuhan looked at Ye Ling, squinted and smiled.

"Xiao Ling, is it true? You really stole the company's information and sold it to Mr. Fu? You...why did you do this?"

"I didn't believe what Mr. Lin said in the afternoon. I thought there must be some misunderstanding and I defended you. Why did you do this? Mrs. Ye is your father's effort."

Zheng Moli covered her mouth with a shocked face, tears streaming down her face, accusing Ye Ling.

Ye Ling clenched her hands tightly and sneered.

"Whether I stole it or not, you know better than me."

An insider appeared in the project she was in charge of, and leaked the information to Mr. Fu. The plan that had been prepared for three months was cut off by Mr. Fu. The loss was not small. It was also because of this that she called the meeting, and she found out the insider. Yes, it's just that Zheng Moli and several sensible accusations were instigated by her, so Ye Zhen took her place as director.

"Justice is in the hearts of the people. It's you, Zheng Moli, laughing today, but tomorrow may not be the same."

"Your father is in mourning, how can I laugh?"

Zheng Moli wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, with a sad face.

Ye Ling really wanted to praise Zheng Moli and applaud her. It would be a pity not to become an actress.

"I hope you can remember everything you said today, and I hope you and your useless son can manage the Ye family well, otherwise it will be too boring to play."

Ye Ling reached out and patted Zheng Moli's clothes, and smiled coldly.

Like a threat, like a provocation.

She turned around and twisted her feet. Fortunately, Fu Yuhan quickly put his arms around her waist so that he would not fall.

Ye Ling raised his head and met Fu Yuhan's eagle eyes.

The reporters had long forgotten what happened just now, and pointed their cameras at Fu Yuhan and Ye Ling one after another.

Fu Yuhan picked up Ye Ling with both hands and walked towards the car.

The corner of his mouth raised into a smile, he didn't make a trip in vain today.

How could Ye Ling be unhappy when he agreed to join the Fu family?

"Let go."

Ye Ling struggled, looked at the reporter behind him and then at the man in front of him.

She didn't expect her enemy to help her when she was helpless, which is ridiculous and ironic.

As if he didn't hear what Ye Ling said, Fu Yuhan opened the car door and threw her in with coherent movements without hesitation.

As soon as the tail lights were turned on, the car drove slowly and disappeared from their eyes in the blink of an eye.

In the car, Ye Ling's face was sullen, and there was a lot of traffic outside the car window, bustling and bustling.

The car mirror reflected her face, her expression indifferent.

"I promised to enter the Fu family, but I didn't say I would let you go. Sooner or later, I will find evidence."

A cold voice came from behind, Fu Yuhan had long been used to Ye Ling's tone, like a rose with thorns, he did not allow others to approach.

"I haven't done anything wrong, so I don't need you to let it go."

"You are a murderer."

Fu Yuhan clenched the steering wheel tightly, his eagle eyes were cold.

The words "murderer" were deeply etched in his heart.

"Cry."

Looking at Ye Ling's stubborn appearance with both eyes, Ye Ling's tears burst into tears in just two words.

In the car, crying resounded.

Fu Yuhan recalled that the first time he saw Ye Ling cry was at his brother's funeral, she cried like a child in front of everyone, and then Ye Ling was like a stranger, treating him as an enemy and a murderer one bite at a time, Even taking the position of director is to defeat him.

Three years later I saw her cry again, this time because of her father.

No matter how ruthless and strong people are, they will have feelings. If they don't have feelings, they should not be called people, but monsters.

When Ye Ling woke up, she looked at the blue quilt and the chandelier dangling above her head.

Looking at this familiar room, she looked ugly. This room is not hers, but she is familiar with it.

From six years ago to now, nothing in the room has changed, how could she not recognize it?
"Are you awake? Wake up, put on your clothes and go, there is still business to do."

In the room, a voice sounded.

Fu Yuhan put away the newspaper, looked at Ye Ling's red and swollen eyes, and remembered what happened yesterday.

How could someone fall asleep crying and crying?

Fortunately, he was the one who was carrying her. If someone with evil intentions had betrayed her yesterday, I don't know.

"Why are you here?"

Ye Ling asked cautiously, seeing Fu Yuhan's eyes turned a little cold.

"This is my room."