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

Fu Zhaochen pulled away from the "game" of hugging Sheng Yiruo. He held the phone in his hand and put it next to his ear to listen to Fang Zhilin's chatter, but his eyes were on Sheng Yiruo.

Sheng Yiruo raised his eyebrows in the cloakroom and looked at the pajamas that Fu Zhaochen bought for her at some point.

The last time she came, she didn't have pajamas. This time she came again, there was a cabinet of pajamas of her size hanging on one side of the cabinet. There were still various fabrics, various styles, all kinds of sexy and small fresh pajamas.

Fortunately, Fu Zhaochen is not considered a bad taste, and he doesn't have that kind of sexy underwear, otherwise Sheng Yiruo really wouldn't be in the mood to pick it up here, and escaping from his "clutch" is the top priority.

"Xiaotu, Fang Zhilin asked you, did Chen Wanning go skiing in the Alps last winter?"

Sheng Yiruo looked back at Fu Zhaochen, his shirt was unbuttoned, his belt buckle was open, he leaned against the head of the bed and looked at her leisurely with a dissatisfied and ostentatious sexy look.

She turned back shyly, "No, she went to Europe to play, but she didn't go skiing in the Alps."

Sheng Yiruo took out a starry sky gray silk pajamas and prepared to take a bath, "There is no picture of skiing on Chen Wanning's social account, and she didn't mention it when she came back, but she told me a lot about it elsewhere."

Fu Zhaochen saw Sheng Yiruo closed the bathroom door.

He lazily asked Fang Zhilin, "Did you hear that? I haven't been there."

Fang Zhilin hung up the phone in disappointment.

Looking at Chen Wanning who was singing on the stage, he felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment gradually rising. He knew that it was too difficult to find a woman with a vague memory in the vast crowd.

After Chen Wanning sang two blues love songs, Fang Zhilin left with a suit jacket.

She lowered her eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up again without any other emotions in her eyes.

She warmed up, "I will give you another song "Secret Love"."

Chen Wanning's weeping voice was sweet and melodious, "I used to have a hidden diary, and I wrote everything about him carefully, and the scattered handwriting was tears without courage..."

In Yaqing Garden, Sheng Yiruo looked at the mottled marks on his body in the mirror, and she couldn't help but scold Fu Zhaochen in her heart for being a bad and cruel man.

She tightened her pajamas and went out, but Fu Zhaochen was not in the room.

Sheng Yiruo went to the study lightly, and saw Fu Zhaochen working.

There were documents scattered on the desk, his eyes with silver frames, his flawless face under the cold white light fell vividly in Sheng Yiruo's heart.

The way he wore a white shirt to work was like the way he was giving her lectures back then.

Fu Zhaochen inadvertently raised his head and saw Sheng Yiruo standing at the door.

"Little rabbit, come here!"

Sheng Yiruo walked over and glanced at the documents on his desk, "You are so busy, doesn't it seem that I am not working hard?"

She lowered her eyes, "I regret not studying business. It's a bit difficult to start from scratch now."

Fu Zhaochen pulled her over and placed her in his arms, "With me here, you can still do whatever you like."

"What I like now is doing business to make money. I will learn management and take over Shengrong in the future."

Sheng Yiruo's gaze was particularly firm. She glanced at Fu Zhaochen's study room, "Why don't you give me an extra desk tomorrow? I'll study at night and make progress together with you?"

The tip of Fu Zhaochen's nose was pressed against Sheng Yiruo's back, smelling the faint fragrance mixed with her body fragrance, "I will give you half of my study, and give me half of your double bed?"

Sheng Yiruo straightened her back, she was a little embarrassed, "No, I'm not ready yet."

Fu Zhaochen didn't expect her to say that. He stretched out his hand to open the strap of her pajamas, and stretched her back slightly, revealing her fragrant shoulders.

He kissed her on the shoulder, "Three or four days of preparation time is enough for you."

Sheng Yiruo was defeated, who made her not as thick-skinned as Fu Zhaochen!

"Xiaotu, when will you dance for me?"

Fu Zhaochen bit the shoulder strap of Sheng Yiruo's nightgown, then chuckled, "The last time I saw you dance classical dance was when you were in high school, and then..."

Sheng Yiruo turned around and looked at Fu Zhaochen, "Looking at your performance, your sister Yuhe has been calm these days. If she acts like a monster again, I will definitely perform a sword dance for you and stab you to death."

Fu Zhaochen, "..."

He chuckled, "You don't have anything, what do you use to poke? Baby...I have something to poke you!"

Sheng Yiruo hit Fu Zhaochen with his hands, and he laughed so brightly that he could bear it.

Fu Zhaochen hugged her and bumped his legs, "Go to bed first, I'll be busy for a while."

Sheng Yiruo pinched Fu Zhaochen's earlobe, "Brother, are you tired after so much work every day?"

Fu Zhaochen's eyes deepened, and his heart warmed, "What should I do? I am the heir cultivated by the Fu family for more than [-] years. Immortal."

He pecked the corner of Sheng Yiruo's mouth, "That's why I want to pester you. Compared with my father's capital squeeze, I want you to squeeze me dry."

Sheng Yiruo, "..."

Fu Zhaochen said with a smirk, "Even if I die, I will die in your bed, and I deserve to die!"

"Fu Zhaochen, you are shameless...you are only thinking about the bed..."

Sheng Yiruo got off Fu Zhaochen's body, and ran out wearing slippers, "Your size is a chairman, your head is full of yellow trash..."

Fu Zhaochen didn't hear what was said later, but the door slammed quite loudly.

Fu Zhaochen continued to work with a smile, but He Yu's voice came over.

He said urgently, "Boss Fu, that mysterious Mr. Shen who bought Shengrong Group in large quantities before, his company will be listed on the New York Stock Exchange the day after tomorrow."

Fu Zhaochen picked up the phone and switched the speakerphone to the receiver, "So this Mr. Shen will show up at the New York Stock Exchange? What about Yeyucheng, where is he now?"

"The people from Yeyucheng are in Ningcheng's private house," He Yu said again, "Isn't Mr. Shen really Yeyucheng?"

Fu Zhaochen leaned back on the chair, "You fly to New York tomorrow to find out who this sudden capital Mr. Shen is."

He Yu nodded, "Okay, Yucheng's assistant, Chu Yan, contacted me again. He said that Ye Yucheng wanted to meet with you, and he wanted to go see Sister Yixia with you."

Fu Zhaochen was a little irritable, he felt that Ye Yucheng was a capricious villain, and Ye Yucheng's real purpose was to meet Sheng Yixia.

But before he knew Sheng Yixia's wishes, he couldn't hastily agree to any request from Ye Yucheng.

"Tell him that if you want to meet, you must sign the divorce agreement first, otherwise we won't talk about it."

Fu Zhaochen hung up the phone, feeling faintly uneasy in his heart. He was afraid that something would happen to Sheng Yiruo's sister and mother, so he called Ji Chen again.

Ji Chen was practicing boxing, he said respectfully, "Boss Fu, do you have any orders?"

"You send two people to the medical care hospital tomorrow to protect Miss Sheng and Aunt Rong. As for their dean, I will coordinate."

Fu Zhaochen added, "Secretly protect, don't show your feet."

Ji Chen said in a deep voice, "Got it...Mr. Fu, I've been on vacation recently?"

"Good idea, report to my office tomorrow, follow me."

After speaking, Fu Zhaochen hung up the phone.

Ji Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, "Uh, I'm going to serve the King of Hades in the future, why is life so difficult?"

Fu Zhaochen worked until after eleven o'clock, when Duan Yuhe called again.

Fu Zhaochen glanced twice, didn't answer or hang up, but muted the phone and locked it.

He got up to take a shower.

Duan Yuhe's heart sank, Fu Zhaochen didn't even want to answer the phone now, was he so eager to get rid of her relationship?

She chuckled and said to the little brother who was bartending, "Little brother, can you call this number for me? Just say I drank too much."

When the bartender saw that the big star wanted something from him, he was very attentive, "Okay."

He took his mobile phone and called, but no one answered the phone twice.

"Miss Duan, no one answered."

Duan Yuhe frowned, and then found another phone number, "Call this number..."