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

Sheng Yiruo's voice was cold and unwavering, and with her cold and fair complexion, her makeup was exquisite and there was an imposing aura. Even though she was only graduating from undergraduate next week, she still had the aura of a sister-in-law.

Only that face was a little immature, and the lipstick was extraordinarily gorgeous.

Sheng Yiruo listened to the random gossip of a group of people, and they walked out awkwardly.

One of Fu Zhaochen's great secrets and Duan Yuhe's die-hard fan, Huang Pingping sneered, "It's just the mistress, our He'er is the main palace."

As soon as everyone left the door of the tea room, they saw Fu Zhaochen standing there.

He had his hands in his trousers pockets, his shirt sleeves rolled up, and his neckline open.

He perfectly interprets the fusion of men's sexy toughness and wise elegance, and women will be full of expectation and curiosity about the beautiful body in the clothes just by looking at it.

Fu Zhaochen opened his thin lips lightly, "Are you all free?"

The women showed embarrassment, and returned to their workstations in despair.

Fu Zhaochen strode into the tea room, and saw Sheng Yiruo with his back turned to him.

He pursed his lips, "Secretary Sheng..."

Sheng Yiruo raised his hand as if wiping the corners of his eyes, and after turning around, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Boss Fu, do you want something from me?"

Fu Zhaochen lowered his eyes and thought, "Why don't you refute Huang Pingping?"

With just this one sentence, Sheng Yiruo knew what they said just now, and Fu Zhaochen heard it.

He asked like this, which meant that he was just listening, and he didn't pursue Huang Pingping and others for gossiping.

It is meaningful for her to refute something that cannot be proved by others?

Anyway, Fu Zhaochen would not stand up and say that she was his fiancee, not mistress.

Sheng Yiruo's teary eyes were a little hazy, "If you refute it, they will believe it? I'm too lazy to do meaningless things."

Fu Zhaochen sized up Sheng Yiruo, she had lost a lot of weight in the past few months.

He had promised Sheng Yiruo's father that he would take good care of her, but in fact, he couldn't take care of her well.

"Go and pack your things," Fu Zhaochen said lazily, "you go on a business trip with me."

That morning, after Huang Pingping and the others saw that Fu Zhaochen had arranged work, they took Sheng Yiruo away, and the driver of Fu's family sent them off.

For a while, the secretariat of the group was blown up.

Huang Pingping was slapped in the face, and she posted a few complaints in Moments, with a picture of a vixen seducing an amorous scholar.

When she was fishing, she opened Weibo and saw the news that Duan Yuhe's company had acquired the logistics company of Shengrong Group.

Duan Yuhe posted a congratulatory Weibo with a paragraph - protect everything my parents left me, expand the territory, and move forward bravely.

Die-hard fan Huang Pingping was also elated, and after she liked it, she forwarded this Weibo to Moments, and wrote only one sentence - the down-and-out good-for-nothing daughter is no match for He'er.

Inside the airport, Sheng Yiruo glanced at the international flight, "Where are you taking me?"

"Go to Santorini for vacation," Fu Zhaochen tidied up his suit jacket, with a playful tone, "My parents asked us to try another place."

Sheng Yiruo's heart skipped a beat, but now that he's here, it's not easy to explain to Fu's parents when he goes back.

Besides, she also wanted to have a good talk with Fu Zhaochen about the management of Shengrong Group.

Fu Zhaochen saw that she was absent-minded, so he pinched her waist with his big palm and put it in his arms, "You got what you want, aren't you happy?"

Sheng Yiruo pushed his hand away, "Since I've come out, I hope you can respect me, at least you can't show dislike of me in words and actions, let alone ridicule me."

Fu Zhaochen rubbed Sheng Yiruo's jade-colored skin, "When did I despise you?"

He chuckled, "You are qualified to marry into the Fu family and be a vase. I have never denied this."

Sheng Yiruo raised his hand to hit Fu Zhaochen, but he held her wrist tightly, "If you are smart, take advantage of this opportunity and persuade me to give Sheng Rong a hand."

Sheng Yiruo's expression was tense and sullen, but she swallowed the ridicule of Fu Zhaochen. She should really be smart now, and ask for help with the attitude of asking for help.

On the plane, Fu Zhaochen went to the first class, while Sheng Yiruo was in the business class.

His tone was calm, "I came out in a hurry, and there was only one first-class ticket."

Apparently, Fu Zhaochen didn't want to be with her. He had upgraded himself. The purpose of his trip was not to accompany her on vacation, but to complete the trial marriage and give a job to his parents.

Because Fu Zhaochen's father, Fu Chen, said harsh words, only if she, Sheng Yiruo, became the daughter-in-law of the Fu family, could Fu Zhaochen be qualified to inherit the Fu family's Rich Group Company, otherwise, he could only be the party that would lose at any time in the VAM agreement.

Thinking of this, Sheng Yiruo didn't know whether to thank Sheng Fu's parents for their friendship, or to resent this friendship for restricting Fu Zhaochen's emotional freedom.

Fu Zhaochen pushed a small suitcase into the first-class cabin, while Sheng Yiruo asked for a blanket to sleep for a while.

But when the plane took off together, she couldn't help but think of the air crash of her father and brother, her hands turned white, and her eyes were a bit blank.

Not long after, Fu Zhaochen sat beside Sheng Yiruo and held her hand.

Sheng Yiruo looked up at him with tears in his eyes, and at a glance, he saw the scratches on Fu Zhaochen's neck that looked like a woman's nails. His slender fingers stroked the collar of the satin shirt.

Seeing that Sheng Yiruo's demeanor had returned to the original, he let go of Sheng Yiruo's hand, and said in a cold tone, "I'm not married, so you don't care about me."

Sheng Yiruo wrapped the blanket tightly and turned his head to look at the porthole, "Double standard, not married yet, you don't care who I take pictures with!"

Fu Zhaochen choked, sat for a while, and returned to the first-class cabin.

Sheng Yiruo looked at his back as he left, she was curious who was in the first class.

She remembered that there was no ambiguous scratch on Fu Zhaochen's neck just now.

Thinking of this, Sheng Yiruo went to the first class cabin, and when she arrived at the door, she vaguely heard Fu Zhaochen comforting someone.

She pushed open the door, and saw Fu Zhaochen, who was tall and straight behind the baffle, tilting his head and talking to a woman with long hair, but the woman was blocked, and she couldn't see clearly.

At this time, the stewardess came over, "I'm sorry miss, passengers in business class are not allowed to come in first class."

Hearing the voice, Fu Zhaochen got up and looked at Sheng Yiruo

He put his hand on the back of the chair beside him, "What do you want from me?"

Sheng Yiruo shook his head, "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked back, feeling a little cold in her heart.

Sheng Yiruo returned to his seat and asked for a pen and paper to write a note - Fu Zhaochen, since you agreed to come out for a trial marriage, please restrain yourself and don't be in heat.

She stuffed the note to the stewardess, "Please help me give it to the gentleman in the third row of the first class."

However, Fu Zhaochen ignored her.

Sheng Yiruo did this because he was afraid that Fu Zhaochen would find an excuse to leave as soon as he landed, leaving her alone in Santorini.

It turns out that she was overthinking it.

After the plane landed, Sheng Yiruo didn't see any other women beside Fu Zhaochen, and he didn't run away, maybe because he was tired, the two went back to the holiday villa to rest separately.

The night in a foreign country is extremely long, Sheng Yiruo sits by the window and feels the caress of the sea breeze.

However, she kept thinking about what happened to the Sheng family in the past three months. Fate was like the sea, and she made a joke about the stormy sea. The big ship of the Sheng family was broken into pieces in the stormy sea.

It's just that she didn't believe that her father and elder brother died in such an unexplained manner, and the wreckage of the helicopter was not found. Maybe they are still alive, but there is no way to come back.

When Sheng Yiruo heard the sound of the door opening, she wiped away her tears.

Fu Zhaochen pushed the door open and came in. He was wearing a nightgown showing his well-defined chest, and the belt around his waist was loosely tied.

He held two red wine glasses in one hand and red wine in the other, "Do you want two glasses?"

Sheng Yiruo raised his eyebrows, "Shall we talk about Shengrong Group?"

Thinking of her who was drunk that night, Fu Zhaochen shook his head and chuckled, "Talking about work? I thought you were going to tease me..."