Fast-travel to the paranoid villain, please feed

Chapter 632
Fang Muyan was silent for a while, walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder: "Okay. Don't cry! It's not that I don't want to meet, but my parents still need to say hello."

He Mengya threw herself into his arms, his body was warmed by the electric heater like a little sun, she was trying to feel his brief tenderness as much as possible because it was too precious.

The whole afternoon, Fang Muyan was thinking about this matter. He recalled this period of time and was busy with work, so he had no chance to formally talk about this matter with his father.

Now it seems that we must talk.

When I got home at night, there were only him and Mr. Fang at the dinner table.

Fang's mother took Fang Mulan to her sister's place, and she would not come back until after Christmas.

During the meal, he kept trying to find a chance to talk to his father, but he never had the courage.

Ever since he got engaged to He Mengya, Mr. Fang would sigh every time he saw him.Although the turmoil of public opinion outside has been resolved, he is an insider.

He really couldn't accept that the son he had educated with all his strength would do things against the girl's wishes.

So after that, he immediately investigated He Mengya's life experience, only to find that this girl was not as simple as he imagined.

Everyone who has been with her has a surprisingly consistent evaluation of her. She is a very strong girl who always wants to do her best.

Then is it possible for her to make a trap for Fang Muyan to pay for it in order to achieve the ultimate?
Maybe he also sensed what was on Fang Muyan's mind, and spoke first: "How are you and that girl doing?"

"what?"

"Why are you pretending to be confused? I haven't asked you all this time, but I hope you can handle it yourself. Now it seems that she got you out of it!"

Fang Muyan stopped eating, showing the timidity of a primary school student being criticized.

He has no way to solve this matter. Although he has no impression of that matter in his memory, everything proves that He Mengya was once possessed by him, so he owes her to her from the bottom of his heart. Law refused.

"I have not decided yet"

"Then you are going to marry her?"

"Um..." He gritted his teeth, looking at the dazzling array of dishes on the table, he had no desire to eat. He didn't understand why everyone forced him to make a decision.

"Hehe. As soon as I saw your indecisive look, I wondered why your sister is not a boy. You have not inherited my decisive personality at all"

Mr. Fang took a big mouthful of rice, but he also felt that the food was tasteless.

The reason why he committed himself to seeking cooperation with F Group was to make things easier for Fang Muyan.He has been in business for so many years, only the Fang Group has gone downhill, and those on the board of directors secretly treat him as an old fool, so he can only pretend not to hear.

Looking at Fang Muyan in front of him, he put on a bad face all day long, as if everyone owed him.Now he can't see the future of Fang's Group at all, but he hopes that Jiang Yue will recover sooner, so that F Entertainment will have more hope.

Fang Muyan didn't want to eat any more. He threw his chopsticks on the table and turned around to go upstairs.

The biggest problem for the father and son is that no one is willing to sit down and talk about the problems they are facing. One hates iron but the other is hesitant and hesitant.
Fang Muyan did not return to the bedroom, but came to the rooftop.

He has been working in F Entertainment for seven or eight months, and he hasn't come up for seven or eight months.

A room silently stands on the top floor of the rooftop, which is a professional soundproof room.It used to be used for him to practice the piano. When he was in high school, he liked to listen to rock and roll. Mr. Fang thought he was noisy at home all day long, so he asked professionals to build him a music room here according to the standards of the recording studio. .

Later, he often practiced the piano here. After being fired by the bar, he threw all the guitars in the room into it, and never came in again.

Thinking about it now, how passionate he was at that time. For a small school performance, he and his classmates nested in it for two days and two nights and re-arranged the class theme song.

He thinks they have a promising future, and one day he will stand on a world-class stage and sing his heart out.

But the older he grew up, the smaller his ambition was squeezed by his father, and he even cherished the small stage in the bar that could only accommodate four people.

Sometimes he thinks back to when he was in school. In high school, he couldn't believe that at the age of 26, he didn't make it to the stage he dreamed of, but sat in the office dealing with piles of documents.

And the friends who were with him at the beginning were all working as ordinary office workers, or studying abroad, guitar, fingering... long forgotten.

He is sitting on the roof, the city has confirmed that it has entered winter, there is still a month before his birthday, and soon he will be a year older, but life has not improved at all
The ringtone of the mobile phone was beating his heart, looking at the urging name on the screen, he didn't even have the courage to hang up.

"Hey!"

"How is it? Dad said it?"

"not yet"

"I know you can't say it! He's at home. I'll be at your door right away."

Fang Muyan sat up immediately: "What are you doing here? Leave this matter to me!"

"My parents will be here tomorrow night. Do I have time to wait for you? Besides. We've been engaged for a while, it's time to visit uncle!"

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone and turned the car into the area of ​​Fang's villa.

Fang Muyan tore at his hair indiscriminately: "Damn!"

Standing on the roof, you can see He Mengya's car slowly driving into the gate from a distance.

He ran downstairs. Mr. Fang had just finished his dinner and was about to go back to his study.

He suddenly appeared and stopped him on the stairs: "Papa Mengya is here! I need you!"

Mr. Fang looked down at his home clothes: "Uh, why is this kid here at such a time, I'll go up and change!"

As soon as the voice fell, the doorbell rang.

The maid glanced at the video doorbell: "Master, Miss He has arrived at the door!"

"You entertain me first." Turning to look at Fang Muyan, he continued, "You accompany me to change clothes!"

The father and son came to the locker room.Fang Muyan stood at the door, frowning.

Mr. Fang took his time, took out a set of casual clothes, and gestured to the mirror.

"How about this set? I don't need to dress too formally when the junior is here, right?"

Fang Muyan couldn't be in the mood to help him as a staff officer, he didn't even look at it, and just coped with it.

Mr. Fang chuckled, and while changing his clothes, he said, "Such a girl can make it so difficult for you! Those who the Fang Group wants to ban will never be able to make a comeback in this life. My son can't let others play with him. palm!"

His tone was relaxed, as if he was chatting about the daily life of the father and son.

(End of this chapter)