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

"The words are very clear. Please make up the funds in the past few days. You can't lose a penny."

Cai Ming stood beside Fu Yuhan, obviously agreeing with what Fu Yuhan said.

If the money is not filled up, they will have to bear it. If something happens to the company, they may not even be able to pay.

Su Peiyi hadn't been in the company very much, nor had he stayed in the company for too long, but he actually got in touch with someone from the finance department. He was a little shocked when he found out that it was Yao Li. Yao Li was an old accountant of the company. He divorced her husband before, and the incident was full of trouble The two were in the same company. In order to keep Yao Li, they resigned Yao Li's predecessor and paid a large amount of compensation. If they had known the result, Yao Li should have resigned and left without causing trouble. So many things come.

What made him even more unexpected was that Su Peiyi was really not picky at all. Yao Li, who could be his stepmother in his 30s, actually went with her. He was really unscrupulous for money.

Let him down, let down the whole company even more, Su Peiyu probably woke up and knew that his son had a kick with a woman in her 30s and vomited blood on the spot.

"Uncle Cai, I know I was wrong, can you accommodate me for a few more days!"

Su Peiyi said in a panic, without the superior tone and gesture before, he prayed instead.

Chen Yehua didn't believe him, and if he knew that he embezzled more than 1000 million, he would definitely be kicked out, so he could only let Cai Mingrong make money for him for a few days.

Fu Yuhan's eyes narrowed, and they bloomed like a fox.

"It's not something I can decide on my own."

Cai Ming glanced in other directions and stopped looking at Su Peiyi.

Selfishly, he didn't want Su Peiyi to continue procrastinating, so he could feel at ease by making up the funds as soon as possible.

The survival of the Su family has nothing to do with him, as long as the company is safe.

"All the directors feel that it is better to make up the money as soon as possible. I hope that Xiao Su can always do it as soon as possible. It has been hard work for everyone to watch over the past few days, and it is also hard work for the colleagues in the finance department to cooperate. When the time is up, I will leave first. Please ask Mr. Cai for the rest. aftermath."

Fu Yuhan swept towards Cai Ming, and he was probably happy to leave these matters to Cai Ming.

Cai Ming nodded, not expecting Fu Yuhan to ask him.

Fu Yuhan walked around Su Peiyi with big strides, straightened his suit.

He has been in the limelight these days, but the company's second largest shareholder is Cai Ming, he always wants to give Cai Ming some face and let him deal with it, otherwise Cai Ming will definitely think too much.

Su Peiyi felt a chill down his back, and Fu Yuhan wanted to fix himself to death.

　  "Xiao Yi, go back and discuss it with Madam Su. I've also heard about your father's situation. He will be fine if we meet someday."

"It's not that uncle doesn't want to help you, but that there is really no way, hey."

Cai Ming sighed again and again, and the others followed suit, but none of them stood up to intercede for Su Peiyi.

Su Peiyi looked at the faces of these people, they shouted affectionately on weekdays, but now no one helped him when something happened.

When Fu Yuhan came home, he saw Ye Ling sleeping on the sofa, leaned over, and pecked that tender|white cheek lightly, like a tickle.

He took off his coat and covered Ye Ling.

Even though it's summer, it's easy to catch a cold when you sleep like this, why don't you know how to cover it with a blanket.

Ye Ling curled up like a kitten, her eyelashes grew black, she moved slightly, and scratched the place where Fu Yuhan had just pecked, tickling.

She pouted angrily, turned over, found the most comfortable position and continued to fall asleep.

Fu Yuhan chuckled, his eyes showed a hint of liking.

He loves the person in front of him so much.

Ye Ling seemed to hear laughter, opened his eyes in a daze, looked at Fu Yuhan in front of him, and rubbed his eyes involuntarily.

　I got up and stretched myself, feeling a little sleepy.

"You're back, how are things going?"

Ye Ling yawned and asked, Fu Yuhan smiled, full of confidence.

"It was handled very well, but it's a pity that you couldn't see Su Peiyi's appearance with your own eyes."

Fu Yuhan felt a little regretful, he wanted Ye Ling to see Su Peiyi's timid and cowardly appearance.

Even if it looks somewhat similar to Fu Chi Jue, it can't be Fu Chi Jue, and it can never be a substitute for Fu Chi Jue.

"The future is long, and there are plenty of opportunities to see."

Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders in disapproval, anyway, there are plenty of opportunities.

"You're right. I'll cook first. You haven't been anemic for a while. It seems that the dishes I chose worked well."

Fu Yuhan boasted, and Ye Ling blinked: "It's not because the food is good, it's because you make it delicious. If it's not delicious, I won't eat it."

"But... why are you so good at cooking?"

Ye Ling lay on the sofa and looked at Fu Yuhan who was wearing an apron.

This is what she has always been curious about.

No matter how you say Fu Yuhan is a young master, there is no reason to let the young master cook by himself, such a good cooking skill cannot be learned overnight.

The cooking aunt of her family said before that she had learned that craft for several years.

The hands tied with the apron stopped, and Fu Yuhan squinted and smiled: "I am self-taught, and I learned it from peeping at the nanny before."

"Really? I used to watch my aunt cook, so I didn't learn it."
Ye Ling was half-believing and skeptical. What Fu Yuhan said was at most five points true, and the remaining five points were unbelievable.

Looking at Fu Yuhan's busy figure in the kitchen, Ye Ling didn't hesitate, since Fu Yuhan didn't say anything, she didn't ask.

I don't know why I trust Fu Yuhan so much. It's probably because he hasn't lied to her very much since before, or because he knew from Baimei that Fu Yuhan liked her since college.

　 "You shouldn't have appeared in this world, why do I have a son like you."

"Can't you be like your brother? Your brother honored me and you disgraced me."

"Get out, get out of this house."

In his mind, voices invaded, reminding Fu Yuhan of the past.

Not only is he good at cooking, but he is also self-reliant in other things. If his father hadn't died early, he might not be alive today.

If Mr. Fu doesn't like him, he will let him live and let him enjoy the treatment that the second young master should have, but his father is different.

Fu Chijue is excellent. After giving birth to Fu Chijue, his father's company stock rose. After giving birth to him a year later, his mother passed away due to dystocia. His father's company was in the red, so he was a disaster in Fu's family. He was very nice and loved him a lot, but who knew that behind his back were all unsightly things. The company was short of money thanks to Mr. Fu's help to make up for it. It's a pity that his father was already terminally ill at that time. After the company came back to life, he died. He was raised by Mr. Fu.

He didn't go to his father's funeral. Everyone was crying and the white cloth was hanging at home, only he was smiling.

For family affection, he never had extravagant expectations.

Although he was not favored in front of Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu just didn't look at him and didn't treat him badly.

Not to mention cooking skills, he can do other things too. In the big house back then, there was only him and a servant. The servant didn't do anything because he saw that no one cared about him.

Fu Yuhan turned on the switch, the fire of the gas stove rose slowly, red and blue intersected, and it was reflected in Fu Yuhan's eyes.

The servant doesn't do anything, if he wants to live, he can only cook by himself. During that time, he separated from Fu Chijue. When we met again, Fu Chijue was different from before. He became weak and neurotic. Yes, Mr. Fu finally remembered that he had a grandson, so he took him home to receive high school education with Fu Chijue.

As for the servant...

Fu Yuhan smiled. When he left the house, he gave the servant a good gift. She would never be able to walk again in this life.

The water was gurgling and rolling, and thick smoke rose. Fu Yuhan came back to his senses and quickly put the meatballs in the pot.

If Ye Ling hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten about the past.

"hiss."

Touching the pot directly with his hand, Fu Yuhan retracted reflexively, his fingers were red and painful.

It reminded him of the scene when he was cooking for the first time, propping up a wooden bench, turning on the gas stove, and being scalded by boiling water.

The current Fu Yuhan is no longer the former Fu Yuhan.

"let me help you."

Behind him, Ye Ling's voice sounded, Ye Ling rolled up his sleeves, Fu Yuhan was a little slow cooking today.

After Fu Yuhan came back from such a busy schedule, he still had to cook for her, so she couldn't keep whoring for nothing.

"No, you can just sit."

Fu Yuhan quickly refused, remembering the result of Ye Ling helping in the kitchen before.

"Don't be polite to me. I bought a cookbook and studied it a few days ago, and I know how to chop vegetables."

Ye Ling picked up the knife, recalling the gesture of the man on the menu.

In addition to the recipes, I have also watched many videos. I have never seen a pig eating pork on a tree. She has watched the video, so it must be fine.

Seeing that Ye Ling was cutting well, Fu Yuhan didn't stop him, and cooked the soup by himself. Suddenly, Ye Ling yelled, and Fu Yuhan put down the spoon in his hand. Seeing that Ye Ling's fingers were bleeding, he grabbed Ye Ling's hand violently. , put your fingers in your mouth.

fishy.

Fu Yuhan frowned.

"I'm fine, I'm going to get a Band-Aid."

Ye Ling blushed and muttered softly.

This scene was very much like an idol drama, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

Wanting to struggle, Fu Yuhan took her hand and refused.

"Wait a minute, disinfect first, and prohibit entering the kitchen in the future, just let me do this kind of thing."

Fu Yuhan turned off the gas stove, pulled Ye Ling out of the kitchen and sat her down on the sofa, took out the medicine box to apply medicine for her, disinfected it first and then put on a band-aid.

The wound wasn't that big but there was a lot of blood.

"It's really fine, don't worry so much."

Seeing Fu Yuhan's nervous face, Ye Ling felt very sorry. Didn't he just get cut accidentally? Why is Fu Yuhan so nervous?

It's not that she hasn't been injured before, it's possible for anyone to fall and get hurt, and the wound is shallow, so there's no need to be so nervous.

Fu Yuhan held Ye Ling's hand tightly and refused to let go.

Seeing Fu Yuhan's serious expression, Ye Ling stopped talking, and a scene appeared in his mind.

A little boy got hurt and she found the man...

Holding hands together, warmly, the boy slowly raised his head...

"Who said it's okay, what if you get infected with rot or tetanus?"

Fu Yuhan looked up, a little angry.

He hoped that Ye Ling would take good care of himself.

"Your hands are made to design, not to cook."

Fu Yuhan held Ye Ling's hand and said that these hands can design the most beautiful and best works, and they shouldn't do that kind of chores in the kitchen.

Ye Ling came back to his senses, he almost, almost saw the boy's face just now...

After being interrupted by Fu Yuhan, she couldn't remember the boy's appearance.

Fortunately, she still boasted that she had a good memory, but as a result, she forgot everything before.