The full-level flirt is wild and sassy

Fu's old house.

He Manjun was complacent about finally catching Fu Xianbei's handle, but he was aggrieved on the face, "Dad, take a look. What kind of decent is this? If it gets out, people outside will think that we abused him!"

The old man glanced at her casually, and she immediately pursed her lips guiltily, lacking in confidence, "I also found out by accident, Dad, it's not that I don't allow him to have some private property, it's just..."

"What is it?" The old man withdrew his gaze with a strong aura.

He Manjun noticed the old man's dissatisfaction, and sneered in her heart. She didn't know why, but she always felt that the old man took Fu Xianbei very seriously.

But many times, she felt that she was thinking too much.

What kind of thing is Fu Xianbei?
Also match?

No one can compare with her and He Manjun's son.

"I just think he slapped the Fu family too much."

"Oh? Tell me, why did you lose face to the Fu family?"

"Think about it, although the Fu family's property is huge and spreads all over the world, it is methodical, and each item is taken care of by a dedicated person.

Fu Xianbei also has them, but he doesn't seem to care much about them, so he ignores Fu's Hotel and goes to Chuanzhou to start some kind of technology company.

Isn't this just slapping the Fu family in the face?

Those who know are fine, but those who don't know will definitely say that our Fu family doesn't want to see him, neglected him, and handed over the most unprofitable hotel business to him, so that he can't eat enough to make another plan. "

After listening to Mr. Fu, he smiled half-smile, with unknown meaning.

He Manjun's words are really a test.

She wanted to see what the old man had planned for Fu Xianbei.

But the old man's reaction made her feel even more uncertain.

"Master, Seventh Young Master is back."

The butler came in to report.

"Let him in."

Fu Xianbei pushed the wheelchair by himself, walked into the study, and when he passed by He Manjun, he even gave a stingy look.

He Manjun was dissatisfied with being ignored, and remembered the last time he was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall, and the thorn in his heart that had been buried for more than 20 years popped up again.

For so many years, she has been humiliated because of Fu Xianbei's existence.

"What did you say?"

The old man threw the data of Qianxian Technology to Fu Xianbei.

The piles of materials fluttered in the air and finally landed at his feet.

But he didn't even look at it, and sneered, "Could it be, starving to death?"

The old man frowned, "What are you talking about?"

Fu Xianbei sneered, and glanced at He Manjun from the end of his eyes.

He Manjun's heart sank, and he secretly cried out that it was not good.

Fu Xianbei sneered, put his hands on his knees, and said in a lonely voice, "It takes money to treat illnesses."

These words made the old man's eyes change slightly, and his hand that was hanging under the desk trembled.

"Master, you are tired, the doctor told you to rest more."

The butler noticed it and was about to help the old man up, but the old man waved him away.

The old man glanced at He Manjun, and asked Fu Xianbei, "Can Fu's Hotel support you?"

He Manjun's heart sank, and he said first, "Oh, although Fu's Hotel is the most inconspicuous industry among the many industries of the Fu family, it occupies 20.00% of the high-end hotel market. How big is your appetite?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Xianbei turned his head and looked at He Manjun without blinking.

His gaze was deep and deep, with a coldness in every inch.

The corner of He Manjun's mouth twitched, "You, what are you doing looking at me like that?"

Fu Xianbei chuckled, and He Manjun felt angry, "You!"

"enough!"

The old man slapped the table angrily, "He's saving face for you, can't you see it?"

He Manjun was startled, "Dad, what are you talking about? I am the one who saves face for him, and he saves face for me? What is he? A bastard with a mother but not a mother."

He Manjun couldn't help muttering the last sentence, but the volume was enough for the old man and Fu Xianbei to hear it.

Fu Xianbei got used to it, and there was no disturbance in his heart.

On the contrary, when the old man heard this, his heart sank for a moment, and he hesitated to speak.

"Sir, have some tea."

The butler promptly handed over a cup of hot tea, "This is the honor of the third young master."

The old man took it over to cover up the strangeness that was almost uncontrollable.

Hey.

He sighed silently.

It is old after all.

"Dad, you have to take care of this."

The old man took a sip of tea, his expression returned to normal, and he sneered, "Don't think that no one knows what you did. You and your family have already divided up Fu's Hotel, so you think I don't know?"

He Manjun trembled, and the blood on his face receded at a speed visible to the naked eye, "Dad...you, who are you listening to nonsense?"

The old man looked at her from the corner of his eyes, "I didn't say it clearly, because I felt sorry for you and made you wronged. But you are good, and now I will beat him up. No matter how bad he is, I will write it into the genealogy myself!"

"Me!" He Manjun didn't expect the old man to know about this matter.

As early as seven or eight years ago, she and her natal brother transferred the shares privately in the name of Fu Xianbei's guardian. I thought the old man didn't know...

She gave Fu Xianbei a hard look.

It must have been said by that bastard!
Greedy, ungrateful beast.

She has raised him for so many years, why can't she just get Fu's Hotel?

An industry that was marginalized by the Fu family, no one bought it. In the end, it was taken advantage of by a foreigner, and it was sold for a cheap price of more than two billion yuan.

"a shame!"

The old man was full of anger, his eyebrows were frowning, "Go out."

He Manjun bit the corner of his mouth tightly, and gave Fu Xianbei a displeased look, and left reluctantly.

Little bastard, one day I will make you look good!

He Manjun slammed the door and left, the moment the door closed, Fu Xianbei sneered again.

The old man looked over, "I know you are wronged."

Fu Xianbei sneered again, "If you think too much, she is not worthy."

"Over Chuanzhou, when did it start?"

"When, don't you know?"

Old man, "..."

This stinky boy!

The old man stared at him in embarrassment, then changed the subject calmly, "In a few days, bring that child from the Ming family over and let me have a look."

"I saw it last time."

Fu Xianbei refused indifferently.

The old man glared at him again, "Can I still eat her?"

Fu Xianbei's eyes were dark, "The Fu family's feng shui is not good, so I'm afraid of bumping into her."

The old man, "...what kind of nonsense is this!"

"Okay, I have a terrible headache, so I didn't leave first." Fu Xianbei propped his head up, as if his head really hurt, "I'm so angry."

Old man, "..."

"Probably won't last long."

The old man's face changed, "What nonsense, that boy Shen Xun hasn't come recently?"

"Even if you are a genius doctor, you can't snatch someone from Lord Yan." Fu Xianbei said quietly, with a self-defeating tone that made the old man almost vomit blood.

"Bullshit!"

"I'm dead, and I'm agreeing with some people. It's just, a little regrettable."

"What regret?" The old man asked subconsciously. After asking, he felt inappropriate, but he couldn't take it back.

"Someone is thinking about my fiancée before he dies. Old man, take care of it."