Adorable baby strikes: President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

"You have followed someone's studio..."

Fu Mu finally looked at Bo Ye driving the car, and said with a half-smile, "If you need help, I can help you."

"What do you mean?"

Bo Ye smiled and looked back at him from the rearview mirror. The man has a pair of enchanting peach blossom eyes. When he is not smiling, he is cold and sexy, and when he smiles, his peach blossoms are sparkling, but his temperament is harsh and cannot be profaned. No wonder so many women in city A treat him It's like being attached to it - after all, Bo Ye's skin is quite high-end.

Seeing Bo Ye's smile, Fu Mu finally hooked his lips, "Didn't you already understand?"

"She probably won't accept it."

Bo Ye thought for a while, and after seeing Tang Shi entered the studio, he stopped the car by the side of the road, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed one to Fu Muzhong in the back row, and then said, "There needs to be a reason, It can be justified... let her accept it."

"It's easy." Fu Mu finally said meaningfully, "Can't you just let me do it?"

Bo Ye glanced at him, "I don't trust you."

Fu Mu was finally happy, "I have nothing to worry about, I have nothing against your ex-wife..."

"But what?" Bo Ye gave him a hard look, "If you dare to do anything to Tang Shi, you will die."

"Ouch."

Fu Mu finally seemed to hear some joke, "This is you, you won't let go even after divorce. If someone likes me, then I can't stop it."

Bo Ye gritted his teeth, "No one else can touch her even if she's divorced, you're so beautiful!"

Fu Mu finally lit the cigarette with a smile, without saying a word, and then the two of them finished smoking on their own, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can in the car, and took a deep breath.

Fu Mu finally straightened his collar and said, "Then I'll get out of the car."

Bo Ye said to him, "Be careful yourself."

Fu Mu finally squinted his eyes, "There are many."

When Fu Mu finally walked into Tang Shi's studio, both Tang Yi and Tang Shi were stunned.

At that time, Tang Shi was crouching at the desk working on a manuscript, wearing a pair of flat glasses, half of her hair was hanging down, and she had a beautiful and gentle look on one side of her face.

Fu Mu finally wondered, would such a person really kill someone?
The incident five years ago...was there any reason for her to be charged for no reason?
Tang Yi recognized Fu Muzhong at a glance, stepped forward and said, "Fu Sanshao, you are here today..."

"I'm here to find you."

Fu Mu finally said calmly, with a calm aura, and smiled at the surprised Tang Shi, "Miss Tang, we meet again."

"Hi, Third Young Master Fu." Tang Shi packed up the blueprints and came up to pour him a cup of coffee. "The studio is simple, you can sit down wherever you want."

"No, it's well decorated."

Fu Mu finally took a sip of coffee, and immediately realized that it was drip coffee. How much leisure would it take to filter coffee drop by drop with a filter paper in an afternoon? This is usually something that only people do when they are leisurely.

He glanced around the studio, the decoration is quite personal, and the space structure is also quite beautiful, which can be called creative. The table that Tang Shi was lying on before was a large semicircle, and half a circle turned into three computer screens , not far away was a stack of manuscripts, presumably their daily work.

Fu Mu finally sat on a round sofa, crossed his legs, and smiled at Tang Shi, "Miss Tang, did you lie last time?"

Tang Shi was taken aback, but still pretended not to understand, "Fu Sanshao, what are you here for today?"

"We need your help, Dawn."

Fu Mu finally put down the cup in his hand, gently put it back on the coffee table, then put away his hand, and glanced at Tang Yi who still didn't understand, "Last time you denied that Dawn is your stage name, I'm sorry for your mood." I understand, but Miss Tang, our new product design this time... I hope you can participate. So I take the liberty of coming to the door today, and I hope you can give us a chance to cooperate."

Tang Shi pursed her lips, and Tang Yi, who was next to her, finally came to her senses, "You want my sister to participate in the design?"

Fu Mu nodded, "The company will launch a new wedding dress in early spring next year."

Tang Shi shrunk her fingers subconsciously, only to hear Tang Yi say, "Thank you Fu Sanshao for your kindness, and I'm sorry for making you come here for nothing. My sister has long since stopped designing wedding dresses."

Fu Muzhong's expression changed, he probably didn't expect such a result, subconsciously asked, "Why?"

At that time, Tang Shi raised her head, her eyes were like black holes, swallowing her emotions completely, and then she said, "I have no expectations for love, so the wedding dress... I can't design it."

The kind of wedding dress that makes people feel happy when worn, the kind of wedding dress that witnesses the blossoming and fruiting of love, has already been broken into pieces in her heart, so she won't mention it again.

A failed and tragic love affair destroyed her ability to experience happiness.

Fu Muzhong's expression was shocked, his lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but he finally swallowed it down.

After a long silence, he said calmly, "I understand... But Miss Tang, I hope you can think about it carefully. Even if you have been injured, you should... Let the wound shine in the sun. Your ability will always be your own , cannot be destroyed by others. I believe in you."

Tang Shi was shocked all over, and looked up at Fu Muzhong in disbelief. The man's brows were indifferent. After speaking, he got up and nodded slightly at them, "Then I'll go first. If you change your mind, you can call at any time. Our company's design team is very sincerely waiting for you to join. Also, thank you for the coffee, which is delicious."

The man pushed the door open, and there was a postcard of him under the coffee cup, Tang Shi's heart throbbed, and he didn't recover for a long time.

******
When Fu Mu finally got into Bo Ye's car, Bo Ye turned to him and asked, "How is it?"

Fu Mu finally shook his head, "No."

"I guessed it too..." Bo Ye murmured to himself, turned his head back to start the car, and then the Maybach slowly drove away from the studio.

When driving on the elevated highway, Fu Mu finally asked, "Why don't you help her yourself, instead of going around me?"

Bo Ye's fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, "I'll go? She probably won't accept my cooperation even if she dies."

"That's true." Fu Mu finally smiled recklessly, "Compared to you, she welcomes me more."

Bo Ye was so angry that he slapped the horn, "You want to die, don't you?"

"Hey, you are crossing the river and tearing down the bridge. I helped your ex-wife cooperate to make money, and you want me to die now." Fu Muzhong shook his head, and then asked, "But, since you care so much about her, why did you pay her so much attention five years ago? Send her in?"

That's right, she is the woman I hate the most, why do I go to such great lengths to help her?
Bo Ye stared at the front thoughtfully, and after a long time said, "Because she killed An Mi and the child."

"But look, she was obviously pregnant at the time, and you didn't know it." The implication is that you sent your pregnant wife to prison for a mistress.

Fu Mu finally sat in the back row, watched the scenery passing by the window, and noticed that the speed of the car was accelerating. He said, "Are your feet sore?"

Bo Ye gritted his teeth, "I must have been too kind to you, I will tell you later that you are playing with young models outside."

"Damn!" Fu Mu finally yelled, "Bo Ye, you are so fucking shameless! Just treat brother like this!"

"Who the hell treats you like a brother, get out of the car now!"

******
Bo Ye sent Fu Muzhong home, and then came back by himself. At this moment, someone called him. He saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

When he was still wondering who this number was, he dropped in on the call, and a voice from the other side said crisply, "Daddy, it's me."

Ouch, his son!
Upon hearing this voice, Bo Ye even softened his tone, "Weiwei, do you have anything to do with me?"

Tang Wei said rather like an adult over there, "Daddy, did you go to see Mommy today?"

How is this brat so smart?

Bo Ye asked as he walked back into the room, "Why do you say that?"

"Mum told me that someone recognized her as Dawn and wanted to ask her for business."

Tang Wei sighed maturely over there, and said, "Daddy, I know you sent someone, right?"

Bo Ye felt that he had won the lottery for giving birth to such an extremely intelligent son.

Not hereditary self!Bo Ye casually agreed without thinking, "Yes, I want to help Mommy."

"Why do you want to help now?"

Tang Wei's voice seemed to be pasted into his ear through the mobile phone, "Daddy, if you are sorry for the past five years, Mommy and I accept your kindness. But if it's just sympathy, we unnecessary."

Bo Ye's heart shuddered, and he grabbed his phone and asked, "Your mother taught you this?"

Alas... why does Daddy always make judgments so selfishly?

Tang Wei shook his head where Bo Ye could not see, and said, "This is what I mean, my mommy didn't know that I called you. In fact, your phone is also the last time I grabbed a picture from the car. I wrote it down on a postcard."

The IQ of this little bastard is almost catching up with his father!
Bo Ye endured it, and took a deep breath, "Weiwei, you were not the person involved in the incident five years ago, and you have never experienced it, so you will not understand my feelings. But since I helped you with the incident now, why Do not accept it? I just want to make your living conditions better."

"I don't want good living conditions."

Tang Wei lowered his eyelids, "Daddy, I don't understand everything you did to my mommy, and you don't understand our feelings either. If you really mean nothing to my mommy, don't bother us anymore .Thank you for your kindness."

After talking about the child hanging up the phone over there, Bo Ye looked at the screen of the phone in a daze, unable to recover for a while.

He has an illusion that he has become more and more unable to grasp Tang poetry.