Limited Time Contract: A Beautiful Wife Is Hard to Train

In the clear sky and broad daylight, she saw goosebumps all over the servant's body, and a chill spread from the soles of his feet little by little.

She rubbed her hands together, "Miss Chu, why are you here?"

Chu Qingci lowered her head and refused to speak, but choked up in a low voice.

Seeing that her body was covered with bloodstains and dust, her clothes were torn, and she was stepped on by herself, the servant immediately invited Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu out.

Counting it, they may not have seen Chu Qingci for a long time, and today, they were all shocked.

"Uncle Fu..." She leaned against the wall and stood up, her eyes darkened, and she passed out immediately.

When she woke up, it was already dark, and the dirty dress on her body was replaced with silk pajamas, and her body smelled of a high-end fragrance.

She glanced at the room she was in, which seemed to be a guest room.

"Hiss..." She moved lightly, her hand hurt badly,

He raised his hand and took a look. The hand that had been trampled by the servant was swollen. When he got closer and smelled it, there was a faint smell of ointment.

She pushed open the door, and in the living room, Moore, who was pestering Mr. Fu for ice cream, stopped suddenly, blinked his watery eyes, and looked at Chu Qingci suspiciously.

"Grandpa, how did this aunt come down from upstairs?"

Yi Mu looked up at Chu Qingci, then quickly lowered his head.

"Come down and eat something when you wake up." The smile on Mr. Fu's face faded a little, he picked up Moore and walked to the window, and called out to Fu's mother in the yard, "I'm awake."

He still has a grudge against Chu Qingci, but she is always the daughter of his good brother, so he can't ignore her at all.

Hearing the sound, Fu's mother came in and said to Chu Qingci, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Chu Qingci walked to the living room and shook her head, "It's not uncomfortable anymore, thank you uncle and auntie for taking me in, I thought..."

She hesitated to speak, and the tears couldn't help but condense in her eyes again.

"Grandma, where is the toy you bought yesterday?" Yi Mu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly took Fu's mother's hand.

Mother Fu thought for a while and said, "I put it away. You child, didn't you say you don't like toys, and now you want them again? I'll take you to find them."

Holding Yi Mu's hand upstairs, he did not forget to ask Chu Qingci, "Ask the servant to prepare some food for you."

Although Daddy and Mommy never mentioned anything bad about Chu Qingci in front of him, it's not like he doesn't pay attention to the news, and it's enough to listen to some things secretly.

All in all, he hated this woman, Chu Qingci, and often showed her photos in front of Moore, telling her to protect Mommy when she saw this woman.

Ever since, Moore lay in the arms of Mr. Fu, grabbed his ears, leaned over, and whispered, "Grandpa, grandpa, I don't like this aunt, why is she here?"

Her ears were all red, Mr. Fu kept smiling and letting her go, and patted her on the back, "Why don't you like her?"

"Daddy's hand hurts, and grandpa is also hospitalized. My brother showed me a picture of her. She is too bad, and I don't like it." At the age of three or four, he spoke without thinking, but he could understand it.

Mr. Fu glanced at Chu Qingci, who looked embarrassed, without saying a word, and handed an orange to Moore.

"Uncle." Chu Qingci bowed his head first, and walked in front of Mr. Fu, wringing his hands tightly, with big tears falling on the back of his hands.

"I've already settled your matter, so don't worry." Mr. Fu still had a cold face, "The Chu family is no longer what it used to be. You have to be careful in what you do, and don't offend others."

She nodded, "I know."

"Also," Mr. Fu patted Moore on the head, motioned her to go upstairs, and handed over a card, "This is the last time I will help you, and the money in it is enough for you to live on."

Chu Qingci took the bank card, squeezed it hard, her heart was agitated, her face was calm, she lowered her eyes, her tone was sad, "I used to be really crazy to do so many wrong things."

She knelt down with a "plop", and said aggrievedly: "I know I was wrong, Uncle Fu, I beg you to help me take back the Chu family for my father's sake!"

Mr. Fu said with a sullen face, "I'm not in charge of the company anymore, and I don't have enough money for you to fill those holes in the company."

He spoke directly, "You don't have the ability to manage the company, so giving up the company is also a good choice. As for the old house of the Chu family, I will help you find a way."

Speaking of it, Mr. Fu is still partial to Chu Qingci, just a villa of the Chu family has to spend a lot of money.

But Chu Qingci was not satisfied, not reconciled, she wanted the house, and she also wanted the company.

The Fu family is so rich, why not help her, why!
A cluster of flames suddenly appeared in my heart, and there was a vague tendency to spread into a sea of ​​flames.

She said patiently, "But Zhuang Mingyuan now occupies the Chu family. Although I still have shares in the Chu family, I can't compare to Zhuang Mingyuan. The Chu family is my father's hard work..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mr. Fu snorted heavily, with a gloomy face, "You also know that the Chu family is your father's brainchild, how dare you transfer the stock to Zhuang Mingyuan!"

It was precisely because of this that Mr. Fu saw Chu Qingci's stupidity, so he didn't dare to help her snatch the company back. No matter how big the company was handed over to her, it would be ruined in the end.

"I won't interfere with the company's affairs. If you want to go back to the Chu family, go directly to Yihang. If he refuses to help, I can't do anything!"

He got up and refused to look at Qingci clearly, for fear that his heart would soften.

There was a lot of movement downstairs. Mother Fu pushed open the door and took a look, shaking her head and sighing.

She went downstairs and persuaded: "Why are you so angry, Qingci, get up and eat first."

He helped Chu Qingci up, asked the servant to bring the dinner, and ate with her.

On the sofa, Moore bit his finger and tilted his head to look at her. Chu Qingci shook a piece of ribs and said softly, "Do you want to eat? Auntie, will you feed me?"

"No need." Yi Mu walked down the stairs and gave her a cold look.

He patted Moore's drool-stained hand, wiped it carefully, and stuffed a piece of sugar into her mouth.

After so many things, she didn't care about the child's sarcastic remarks at all, she lowered her head and stuffed the ribs into her mouth, showing a disappointed expression.

Mother Fu loved Chu Qingci, but she loved her grandchildren even more, knowing that the two little guys not only wanted Chu Qingci, but also didn't speak for her.

She changed the subject and asked, "Where do you live now?"

"I rented a small house in a remote place, barely enough to live in."

"pretty good."

Chu Qingci paused with her chopsticks, "Well, it's pretty good."

"By the way, why didn't I see Yihang and Simu, why did they send the child here, do uncles and aunts still have time to take care of the child?"

When Mr. Fu heard this, he immediately frowned. It was nothing at first, but after careful reflection, it became more and more strange.