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

Sheng Yiming looked at Sheng Yiruo speechlessly, and then said to Fu Zhaochen, who was sitting at the back, "Zhaochen, go back and talk to your wife about the importance of corporate income."

Fu Zhaochen didn't have the intention to talk to Sheng Yiruo now. He smiled awkwardly and didn't dare to say anything.

Sheng Yiming didn't seem to want to wait for Fu Zhaochen to agree, and said to himself, "The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine where Xia Linglong is located, after taking out the operating expenses of their department and the Traditional Chinese Medicine Drink Dispensing Department for a year, they can't make enough profit for the hospital for a year." To 20. The previous dean was willing to coax them to play, but I am not willing to do so."

"The painstaking management of the traditional Chinese medicine department has brought the hospital 10,000+ yuan in profit. If I don't cut her off, will I still keep her?"

Sheng Yiming turned off his phone and looked indifferent, "They can make trouble if they want. My acquisition process is compliant and legal and can withstand the inspection of any department. I have the final say in the operation and management after the acquisition. If Xia Linglong is making trouble, I will sue her. The defamation of my goodwill and reputation is too much for her to live with."

He smiled slightly, "When the time comes, she loses her job and is involved in lawsuits. I want to see how she can make trouble!"

Sheng Yiming finished speaking.

Sheng Yiruo sneered coldly, "Tsk, third brother, don't tell me that you really have the temperament of an unscrupulous businessman."

Sheng Yiming's face paused slightly. He was teased by his little sister again. He turned back to look at Fu Zhaochen and said, "Brother-in-law, you are almost turning into a mouthful. You should be fair to me!"

Fu Zhaochen scratched the end of his eyebrows and said aggrievedly, "Justice rests on the heart of the people. I have nothing to say."

Qin Sishi, who was sitting next to Fu Zhaochen, laughed loudly. He said to Sheng Yiming, "Have you forgotten that our brother-in-law is henpecked?"

Sheng Yiming shook his head helplessly, "If you get married, you will lose your brain. That's why we say marriage harms people!"

Everyone, "..."

Sheng Yiruo leaned on the chair sadly and stopped talking.

Qin Sishi began to yell at Sheng Yiming frantically. Sheng Yiming also felt that what he said was wrong, and hurriedly said with a smile that he had made mistakes in what he said.

Sheng Yiruo and Sheng Yixia leaned on their chairs and fell asleep. Neither man knew what they were thinking.

When we arrived at Fu's house, we were all enjoying ourselves.

When Sheng Yiheng saw Fu Hanrui being picked up by himself, his eyes were full of joy.

The two flirted with each other and made an appointment for the evening show.

Fu Chen saw through it but didn't say anything, so he nodded to Sheng Jinyan, "Brother Yan, Si Yu's wedding was somewhat hasty. Your Yi Heng must not imitate Chen Junhan. Otherwise, from my side..."

Sheng Jinyan held the teacup and took a sip of tea, "That's not possible. I'll go back and discuss it with Rong Lin. Let Yiheng propose first, then have the engagement party, and then get married."

Fu Chen curled up his lips and said, "Then it's settled. As an uncle, I will definitely not treat Ruirui badly. However, she has to nod her own mind about the marriage. Besides, they are not young, so don't delay. It’s burning…”

Sheng Jinyan also meant the same thing, "That's right, Ruirui will suffer a loss if she doesn't give birth."

When Sheng Yiruo came back, Fu Siyu pestered her, "Sister-in-law, I leave my jewelry to you."

Even if Fu Siyu didn't say it, Sheng Yiruo meant this.

Fu Siyu's wedding was a bit rushed, and he usually had a lot of jewelry, but it lacked commemorative significance and may not be suitable for the wedding, so rush production was the best option.

Sheng Yiruo held Fu Siyu's hand and said, "If you don't tell me, I will also design jewelry for you and Jun Han. This is my sister-in-law's consideration."

Fu Siyu was very happy. Looking at Sheng Yiruo, who was much younger but more mature, she smiled and said, "When our wedding is over, it will be my brother's and your wedding. That day my dad also said that you My brother and I’s wedding should be as grand as possible, as grand as possible.”

Sheng Yiruo didn't answer and just smiled.

During the banquet, everyone was congratulating Chen Junhan, Fu Siyu and Chen Yuze.

And they were also the protagonists of the dinner. Everyone automatically ignored Fu Zhaochen, who had been drinking heavily, and Sheng Yiruo, who had been coaxing his children to communicate with Fu Siyu about jewelry design.

At night, when the show was over, Sheng Yiruo looked at Fu Zhaochen, who was already drunk. She handed the child to the nanny, and then helped Fu Zhaochen back to rest.

Fu Zhaochen pressed against her, feeling the temperature of her body, "Honey, let's be nice, okay?"

Sheng Yiruo's eyes were red and she coaxed him, "Get a good sleep."

Fu Zhaochen drank a little too much and vomited twice during the night. Sheng Yiruo kept taking care of him and she almost didn't sleep all night.

Fu Zhaochen always kicked off the quilt to dissipate the heat, and the alcohol on it made him groan for a long time after vomiting. He curled up there, warming the baby with Sheng Yiruo and covering his stomach.

He took her hand and put it on her stomach, murmuring, "Sister Little Rabbit, please breathe for your brother, and he won't feel any pain anymore..."

Sheng Yiruo looked at the man she loved with red eyes. She sighed and lay beside her, quietly squeezing her tears into the quilt.

Fu Zhaochen slept until three o'clock in the morning.

He stood up and felt dizzy, "My wife...Yi Ruo..."

Fu Zhaochen didn't hear the answer. He hurriedly got out of bed. He searched around the third floor but didn't see Yiruo and the child. He returned to the cloakroom and saw that Sheng Yiruo's clothes were all there. He came to his senses. .

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Butler Lin heard the commotion and went upstairs with a bowl of hangover soup.

"Master, are you awake? Have some hangover soup. The young lady asked me to make it for you. It's just right to drink now."

Fu Zhaochen took the hangover soup and looked up at Butler Lin, "Where are Yiruo and Xuanxuan?"

Butler Lin curled his lips and said, "The young madam went to the studio and seems to be designing jewelry for the wedding of the second young lady and the uncle. The young master is at the madam's place and is playing right now!"

"The kid doesn't need jet lag. He's in great spirits."

Fu Zhaochen nodded after hearing this, and suddenly asked, "Why didn't Yi Ruo ask me to come with her when she went to the studio?"

"The young lady took care of you all night last night. She saw that you didn't have a good rest and didn't wake you up."

Fu Zhaochen felt warm in his heart when he heard this. He felt that Sheng Yiruo must have felt sorry for him and forgave him softly.

After drinking the hangover soup, he went to wash up, ate a simple meal package and asked the driver to take him to the company.

When he arrived at the company, Fu Zhaochen went straight to Sheng Yiruo's office.

That office was decorated before Sheng Yiruo gave birth. Sheng Yiruo only visited it once. Fu Zhaochen didn't even let her stay in it for fear of being bad for her health.

Now, when Fu Zhaochen opened the door and saw Sheng Yiruo drawing a manuscript at his desk, with the financial statements for this period of time in his hand, he instantly became jealous.

"Wife..."

Fu Zhaochen strode in, "Do you like the office I decorated for you?"

Sheng Yiruo looked at Fu Zhaochen with a touch of indifference. She nodded, "I quite like it. After all, your taste is as good as ever."

Fu Zhaochen's heart was suffocated. He leaned over from behind the chair and kissed her cheek, "I've got all the SpongeBob backrests you like. I'm just waiting for you to come to work!"

Sheng Yiruo said dullly, "Yeah!"

Fu Zhaochen stood up and was about to say something more to Sheng Yiruo when he saw a few biscuits spread out on her table. The red heart shape on the white bag was exactly the same as the biscuits on Ji Fu's Weibo.

He looked at the biscuits blankly, and Sheng Yiruo looked up at him, "Sister Ma gave it to me, saying it was given to him by Secretary Li. It tastes pretty good, do you want to try it?"

Fu Zhaochen squeezed Sheng Yiruo's shoulders and laughed angrily, "Yiruo, I really don't know."

Sheng Yiruo didn't answer and said, "I saw that you asked Manager Hao to recruit a new media partner. He is a man in his 50s and [-]s. He is capable and shrewd. He is quite good."

Fu Zhaochen closed his eyes in despair, and said hoarsely, "I admit that I lied that day. I was afraid that you would think too much."

Sheng Yiruo lowered his eyes, "Zhao Chen, if you tell me frankly, I might not think too much about it."

Fu Zhaochen turned his chair around and said, "Yi Ruo, do you not want to believe me anymore?"

Sheng Yiruo looked at Fu Zhaochen and said word by word, "I'm not a fool, I understand your character. At first I was angry, but when I think about it carefully I can see the loopholes in it."

"What saddens me the most is your concealment from me again and again, your handling of things, and your impatient and forceful tone when you lose your temper with me."

Sheng Yiruo looked at her design drawings and said, "You make me feel that I am a bad person and that I am not worthy of your candid treatment."