Ma'am, don't be greedy, Mr. Fu brings hundreds of billions and children to marry

Sheng Yiruo opened her eyes. She didn't expect that Fu Zhaochen not only knew the contents of the medical examination report, but also told her that it was fake.

She murmured, "When did you know?"

Fu Zhaochen rubbed her head, "Your first report was mailed to me, and I saw the second report myself, so I went to check it. The first report was fake, and the second report was checked. The doctor has retired and left the country, and I'm looking into it."

The tense emotions of the past few days suddenly came out, Sheng Yiruo hugged Fu Zhaochen and cried uncontrollably.

"Xiao Tu, I will not leave you, no matter whether there are children or Duan Yuhe."

Fu Zhaochen looked at her earnestly, his eyes were sincere and hot.

The way the two embraced fell into the eyes of Fu Chen and Nanyi upstairs.

Fu Chen teased, "Your son really has a wife and forgot his mother. He coaxed his wife first when he came back, but he hasn't come up yet."

Nan Yi sneered, "Maybe it's hereditary?"

Fu Chen was dumbfounded.

After Fu Zhaochen led Sheng Yiruo upstairs, he sat beside Nan Yi's bed, "Mom, are you still not feeling well?"

"It's much better," Nanyi greeted Sheng Yiruo, "Little rabbit, come and sit down. Aunt Nan is fine. Your Uncle Fu and I both like the gift you gave us."

Fu Zhaochen saw the set of pearl jewelry Sheng Yiruo gave to his parents on the bedside table.

He lowered his eyes and first talked about his own problem, "Mom and Dad, I didn't let Xiaotu show you the sketches of the jewelry design. We both wanted to give you a surprise. It was my problem. And Xiaotu didn't know the details. .”

Fu Chen patted Fu Zhaochen's shoulder, "Don't mention this matter again, Xiaotu, your Aunt Nan and I didn't mean to blame you, so don't think too much about it."

Sheng Yiruo nodded, she sat beside Nan Yi.

Fu Zhaochen put his arm on Sheng Yiruo's shoulder, and he lowered his head to his ear, "Have you heard it all? Don't think too much about it."

Fu Chen looked at the way the two were lingering close to each other, and thought of Sheng Yiruo's possibility of infertility, his heart was filled with confusion.

Fu Zhaochen is his eldest son, who has been trained with emphasis since he was a child.

At the age of five, he went to the best bilingual private kindergarten, not to mention private tutors, various classes, even his piano enlightenment was taught by Fu Chen's mother himself. Fu Chen's mother was a well-known pianist in the 80s of the last century .

And Fu Zhaochen himself also strives for success. He has always been outstanding since he was a child, and he has always learned what he looks like.

As for business, he is also talented. Although Fu Chen signed a gambling agreement with him, Fu Chen subconsciously always felt that he would be the loser.

Because Fu Zhaochen's management philosophy is more advanced than his.

"Sir, Miss Fu Hanrui and your cousin Mr. Lin Jingche are also here."

Fu Chen heard the report from the housekeeper, Aunt Lin, and he looked at Fu Zhaochen.

Fu Zhaochen understood what his father meant, he nodded, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Fu Chen chuckled, "Let them come over!"

Sheng Yiruo looked up at Fu Zhaochen, with a clear sense of inquiry, "Uncle Fu's cousin?"

Fu Zhaochen coughed twice, nodded, "Well, my father's aunt's son, we have to call him uncle."

At that time, Lin Jingche, who was wearing a black striped British three-piece suit and shiny black handmade custom leather shoes, strode in, followed by Fu Hanrui in a fruit green slim dress.

Sheng Yiruo nodded at Fu Hanrui, "Cousin."

"Well, Yi Ruo is here, let me see my aunt first."

Fu Hanrui went to Nanyi, "Auntie, why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Lin Jingche's deep eyes glanced at Sheng Yiruo, who was amazed, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Fu Zhaochen hugged Sheng Yiruo's shoulders a little bit.

His voice was as cold as a few words squeezed out between his teeth, "Little Rabbit, this is Uncle."

The two stood up, Lin Jingche's flamboyant and handsome appearance, he smiled a decent elder, "Hello, nephew, hello niece and daughter-in-law."

Fu Zhaochen, who had originally extended his hand, slapped the back of Lin Jingche's hand the moment he grabbed Lin Jingche's hand.

"How many times have I told you, please don't call me nephew."

Fu Zhaochen's face was dark, "When you were my age, let the elder nephew grow up, and the elder nephew growled, would you like to?"

Lin Jingche leaned forward slightly, with the corners of his mouth raised, "Then I don't call it short, but long. The eldest nephew grows, the eldest nephew grows, and the eldest nephew gets longer and longer?"

His voice was not loud, but his eyes fell on Fu Zhaochen's waist and abdomen.

Looking at the successful man in front of him, Sheng Yiruo couldn't help turning his face away.

She didn't hear much adult jokes like this, so she felt very uncomfortable.

Fu Zhaochen's face was completely darkened. He stretched out his hand to pinch Lin Jingche's shoulder and dragged him over, "Uncle, the night is over, let's go to the boxing ring to play?"

Lin Jingche's face was uncomfortable, he waved his hands, "Don't be like me."

Afterwards, he pushed Fu Zhaochen away to talk to Nanyi, "Sister-in-law, is Brother Fu Chen making you unhappy?"

Fu Zhaochen embraced Sheng Yiruo, "When we two went out, they talked for a while."

Originally, Fu Zhaochen wanted to settle the company affairs before coming here, but now that something happened, he simply stayed with Yiruo in Pingning Manor.

Then, he accompanied Sheng Yiruo to the back garden to feed the peacocks.

In the afternoon, Sheng Yiruo, who had taken a nap, opened his eyes to see that Fu Zhaochen had already changed into a dress and was putting on a tie.

He is wearing a dark brown British three-piece suit, but it is different from the ordinary brown and has a slightly dark red fabric, which makes his complexion fair and charming.

The tie is also the dark pattern of the same color, and the whole outfit looks formal and festive.

Sheng Yiruo looked at him with his head propped up, "It's good-looking, handsome and extravagant."

Fu Zhaochen turned around and saw that she was awake, he smiled and said, "Little lazy cat, finally woke up."

"I let me hang your dress in my cloakroom, you go and have a look," Fu Zhaochen straightened his cuffs, "I'll call a stylist to come over and dress you up."

Sheng Yiruo yawned, "Why am I sleepy? It's because you were unfriendly to me last night."

Fu Zhaochen couldn't help laughing. He lowered his eyes and said, "Unfriendly? When I see you, I want to be evil to the end. How can there be any kindness?"

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows meaningfully at Sheng Yiruo.

Sheng Yiruo quickly raised the quilt up, "This is in Pingning Manor, please calm down."

Fu Zhaochen opened the door with a smile and left.

Sheng Yiruo got out of bed and went to the cloakroom to look at her dress, but the goose yellow fabric she had clearly chosen, how could it turn into white?

It looks very beautiful and immortal from a distance, but it looks like a wedding dress.

She went over to take a closer look, and turned her head to see Fu Zhaochen's row of clothes. The hot searched suit that was worn overnight at Duan Yuhe's house was a high-end Italian style, and there were not many suits in Ningcheng.

At that time, when she went to Fu Zhaochen's office the next day, Fu Zhaochen changed his clothes, so the suit was here.

Thinking of this, Sheng Yiruo took it to his nose and smelled it, it smelled faintly of laundry detergent.

Aunt Lin happened to lead the stylist in, saw this and said with a smile, "Miss Si, the young master asked me to dry-clean this suit last time. He stayed at home that day and said that you don't like the smell of cigarettes on the clothes."

Sheng Yiruo hung up the clothes, her cheeks were flushed, "Aunt Lin, I understand, you don't need to explain for him."

"Those gossip reporters write nonsense all day long, and I was going to call to tell you at that time," Aunt Lin likes to see their childhood sweethearts' love come true, she smiles kindly, "The young master refused, he said he wanted to see you Don't care about him. You young people's feelings are quite twisted."

The stylist also laughed.

Sheng Yiruo covered his face, changed the subject, "Let's put on makeup!"

Aunt Lin smiled and said, "Our future young lady is sorry. The young master is in the study and said to go find him when you get dressed."

After dressing up, Sheng Yiruo was still very satisfied. He looked left and right in front of the mirror for a while, and then went to the study to find Fu Zhaochen.

When they reached the door, they heard the voice of Fu Zhaochen's uncle Lin Jingche coming from inside.

"So if I'm buying the hospital for the examination, it's almost over. Don't talk about checking the results, even if you change the results, it's fine."

Lin Jingche's tone was teasing, "You love brain, you still want to give up children for women?"

Sheng Yiruo's heart sank...