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

I spent the night in the office yesterday. In the morning, I looked at the phone from time to time and didn't know who was waiting for it. When I heard the movement of the phone, my eyes shone like gold, and even my expression changed.

Assistant Liu frowned, stared at Fu Yuhan, and said something in his heart: There is something strange about this matter.

"Shi Yao went out too?"

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

"Yeah, I still called in the afternoon, and when I told you that you went for a private visit on Weifu, she hung up the phone."

Assistant Liu said, approaching Fu Yuhan gossipingly: "Boss Fu, do you think Manager Liu has a boyfriend?"

"It's a pity that you are so gossip and don't want to be a reporter. Get me a cup of coffee."

Fu Yuhan handed the cup to Assistant Liu, and Assistant Liu saw that Fu Yuhan was not interested in it and didn't bother to say anything.

For things like gossip, it's better if there are more people chattering and chattering. People like Fu Yuhan can only be silent and not interesting.

Fu Yuhan rubbed his forehead and looked down at the information.

At night, the wind was blowing, and the surrounding lights were on. A group of people surrounded a young man on the pier. His forehead was bleeding, and his face was bruised and painted.

Most of the people around the group had reddish-yellow hair, and some held glass bottles and some even had knives in their hands. The formation seemed to be waiting for someone.

A silver BMW stopped in front of everyone, and when the lights were turned off, Liu Shiyao got out of the car.

"I brought the money, let him go."

Liu Shiyao walked slowly towards those people, took out a thick stack of money from her bag and threw it to the people in front of her.

The leading man counted the banknotes and waved his hand when he confirmed that the money was correct, and the younger brothers let go of the man in front of him.

"You're lucky this time, and I'll be more careful next time."

Huang Mao pointed to the dying boy and warned.

After collecting the money, he left with his own people.

Liu Shiyao looked down at the man sitting on the ground and smiled coldly.

How could she, Liu Shiyao, have such a trash brother.

Liu Shiyao lowered her head and pulled the boy's hair, making him raise his head and meet her eyes.

The man frowned, gasped in pain from being dragged.

"Next time, I'll gamble, and I'll chop off your hand without them doing it."

Liu Shiyao looked at the person in front of her coldly, and let go of her hands.

She can't wait for this person to die, it will embarrass the Liu family.

Why should she bear the gambling debts he owed.

"If you dare, Dad will definitely not let you go."

The young man raised his head and sneered, not afraid of Liu Shiyao's threat.

Liu Shiyao was silent, the boy got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hands, and spat out bloody water aside with a bah.

These people are really serious. He said that his family would bring the money, but he still didn't believe it.

Liu Shiyao clenched her hands tightly and endured.

"Money, give me money."

The boy stretched out his hand and urged.

"Come on, are you deaf?"

Seeing that Liu Shiyao didn't move, the young man urged him again, then he pulled Liu Shiyao's bag and rummaged inside, took out the money and stuffed the bag back into Liu Shiyao's hand.

"Why does Tangtang Fu's design manager have so little money on him? Tsk, it's a waste of time."

The young man disdained to say, let alone being grateful, he was not even polite, as if Liu Shiyao's things belonged to him.

The young man walked past Liu Shiyao, but Liu Shiyao was still standing there, letting the wind blow, the cold wind hit, it was not the body but the heart that was cold.

"The Willow Tree!"

Liu Shiyao shouted loudly, but the boy didn't show any intention of stopping.

For him, money is more secure than the so-called family affection. Family affection is a cash machine for him, and he is allowed to withdraw money, so he keeps it.

"Ah ah ah."

Like going crazy, Liu Shiyao threw the bag in her hand on the ground, and stepped on her high heels but couldn't break it. She sat on the ground and let the floor get dirty with her skirt, crying loudly.

The phone was beeping, frantically urging.

When Liu Shiyao saw the caller, the smile on her face became colder.

Slowly swipe across the screen to answer.

"Is your brother all right?"

A nervous voice came from the phone, the man didn't ask about Liu Shiyao first, he was only worried about Liu Zhishu.

"Don't worry, what can you do if you just cut off your limbs? The money has already been paid for him, shouldn't you be happy?"

Liu Shiyao sneered but felt weak.

"If there is something wrong with him, don't even think about coming back. If you lose your limbs, even a sister like you can tell."

The person on the phone was obviously angry and cursed loudly at Liu Shiyao.

"How can I not say it? I wish he would die soon! He is your son, what about me?"

Liu Shiyao yelled loudly, tears streaming down the embankment.

Throwing the phone far away, only the voice of cursing and mother Liu's persuasion came from the phone.

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The phone hung up, and Liu Shiyao cried bitterly.

Everyone knew that the Liu family had a daughter, but they didn't know that there was also a son who was living outside, and this son could forgive her father no matter what he did, but she couldn't.

In the Fu family's villa, the living room lights were still on when Fu Yuhan came back. Fu Yuhan walked slowly to the sofa, only to see a person curled up on the sofa and fell asleep, shivering, not even covered with a blanket.

The delicate face with long eyelashes is sleeping like a baby, breathing evenly.

Fu Yuhan came to his senses, took off his coat and wanted to put it on Ye Ling, but a pair of big dark eyes were looking at him, making him stop his movements.

Eyes met, Ye Ling reacted first and pushed away, rubbing his eyes, wary of Fu Yuhan.

"You're back, let's go."

Ye Ling lifted his coat and stood up, stretching his muscles and bones.

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows, but before he knew it, Ye Ling had already taken his hand and walked out.

Ye Ling seemed to see Fu Yuhan's doubts and then said: "Billed on time, it's just time for supper, thank you today."

Ye Ling glanced at his watch, and saw that the clock hanging on the wall was ringing, crisp and melodious.

Outside the food stall, Fu Yuhan looked at the dazzling array of things in front of him and then at Ye Ling, who was eating deliciously, but he didn't pick up his chopsticks for a long time.

"When will you eat these low-grade things?"

Fu Yuhan asked curiously, the Ye Ling he knew was always aloof, and strangers should not enter, he never thought that there was such a side.

"I can even eat the instant noodles I cook myself, what else can I not eat?"

Ye Ling chewed with great mouthfuls, and the food tasted delicious.

Fu Yuhan felt that what Ye Ling said made sense.

Recalling the instant noodles that Ye Ling cooked last time, I am afraid that no one would dare to hire someone outside to eat them.

To put it bluntly, it’s instant noodles. To put it bluntly, it’s pig food.

Fu Yuhan picked up the chopsticks and held them, hesitating for a long time before putting them in his mouth.

The smell is delicious but the color is not as good as the food in the restaurant. Fu Yuhan changed his view of food stalls when he ate it in his mouth.

"One meal is not enough for my appearance fee."

Fu Yuhan ate gracefully, but the people around him devoured it hungrily.

The two of them stood together like a strange landscape, making people who came here couldn't help but take a closer look, especially the car parked outside the food stall was more eye-catching.

"Boss Fu's extortion is not a good behavior, and he should be content and happy."

Ye Ling stopped and smiled.

Now she is a poor ghost, and she can't afford such high-end food, so she can only eat food stalls and make do with it.

"If you can be content and happy, you won't work so hard."

Fu Yuhan looked at Ye Ling, as if there was something in his words.

The corners of Ye Ling's mouth stiffened, and he sneered.

"I want to, but some people won't."

"You are, and so is the Ye family, who refuse to let me be satisfied."

Ye Ling added, and put another mouthful into his mouth to eat.

"I will, but you won't."

Fu Yuhan replied that only two of them knew what they were talking about.

"If you want to continue talking at this time, I'm afraid there will be an argument. When you eat these things, you should eat them in big mouthfuls."

Ye Ling taught, and started to eat.

Fu Yuhan seemed to be in a good mood as he followed suit and ate.

"All the money in your account has been confiscated from Mrs. Ye."

Fu Yuhan said, but Ye Ling was not surprised at all: "I guessed it, it doesn't matter, I will come back sooner or later."

She can guess to what extent Zheng Moli is planning to frame her to steal company information in order to freeze her account, and then use her money to pay for it.

"Now it's just temporarily placed with Zheng Moli."

Ye Ling added, very confident.

No one can take away her things, and she won't take what doesn't belong to her.

Zheng Moli can only do it now, and she will cry in the future.

...

The sun rises warmly.

Ye Ling was a little dizzy when she got up, and she forgot when she came back yesterday.

Ye Ling went downstairs, but Fu Yuhan was nowhere to be seen, and there was no breakfast on the dining table.

Ye Ling raised her eyebrows and walked towards Fu Yuhan's room familiarly, and walked in without knocking on the door. At Fu Yuhan's house, she could come and go as freely as at her own.

"Wake up, get up."

Ye Ling yawned and pulled up the quilt with one hand, only to see Fu Yuhan curled up with a pained expression.

"Are you OK?"

Ye Ling looked serious.

"fine."

Fu Yuhan gritted his teeth and replied weakly.

But his expression had already betrayed his current situation. Ye Ling looked serious, as if thinking of something.

Fu Yuhan has never eaten a food stall...

"Damn, do you have stomach medicine?"

Ye Ling lowered his head and cursed, looking at Fu Yuhan half-dead and asked.

Fu Yuhan pointed at the drawer, Ye Ling turned around and searched the drawer but stopped.

He looked down at the book in a drawer and stared at it for a long time, but just as he reached out to take it, he heard the person behind him hiss, covering his stomach with his hands.

Ye Ling closed the drawer and quickly opened the other one, only to see a row of stomach medicine lying in it, she randomly took out a box and closed the drawer and walked towards Fu Yuhan.

Fu Yuhan glanced at other places when he saw Ye Ling close the drawer.

"eat."

Ye Ling opened it and handed the medicine to Fu Yuhan.

"catch."

Seeing that Fu Yuhan hadn't taken the medicine, Ye Ling raised his eyebrows impatiently.

"Are you trying to get me to act raw?"

Fu Yuhan asked back, Ye Ling realized what was going on, picked up the cup and went out, came back after a while, and put the cup on the table with a thud.

"Today is the second day of sales, I'll go to the store first."

"If you can't eat in the future, tell me sooner."

Ye Ling stood by the door and told him that there was a saying that if you eat something dirty, you will not get sick. Fortunately, Fu Yuhan has never eaten anything unclean, so his stomach hurts after eating food stalls.

Looking at Ye Ling's leaving back, Fu Yuhan smiled and put the medicine in his hand into his mouth.

The movements are skillful, as if he is used to taking medicine.

……

In the main store, when Ye Ling came, the door was full of people, and Lin Yan was crying before he walked in.

Ye Ling squeezed in and was extremely surprised when he saw the situation inside the store.