A billionaire CEO only loves his wife, his stand-in

"mom."

"Don't call me mom. I heard that you went back today and beat up your dad. You treasonous son, you are treasonous!" Lin Xiangyu trembled all over.

Fu Nancheng looked at Zhou's mother, "Did Lin Yun call today?"

"Yes, young master, I was cooking in the kitchen when my wife received a call from there, and her mood suddenly got out of control..."

"You traitor!" Lin Xiangyu directly interrupted Zhou Ma's words, "What nonsense are you talking about here? Did you hear when I told you to kneel down? Do you not even recognize me as your mother?"

Seeing Lin Xiangyu's expression losing control, Fu Nancheng knelt down.

Lin Xiangyu immediately pulled out a leather whip and said, "You rebellious son, how dare you attack your own father. I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place. You were indeed a mistake! No one can control you, right? Then I I’ll beat you to death now!”

Snapped.

The whip hit Fu Nancheng's back, making a hair-raising whipping sound.

Zhou’s mother’s face changed drastically and she quickly stopped her, “Oh my god, madam, stop hitting the young master!”

Lin Xiangyu threw Zhou's mother away, swung the whip and continued to hit Fu Nancheng's back, "I should have killed you when I was pregnant with you, but you have a hard life and can't be killed no matter what, why do you Are you coming to this world?"

One whip followed another, and soon the clothes on Fu Nancheng's back were torn, and bright red blood seeped out.

Secretary Song was sweating anxiously outside the door. He knew that his wife was acting out of control again. In fact, she hadn't been sick for a long time and hadn't called the young master for a long time, but a phone call from Lin Yun ended it.

This can't go on like this. Secretary Song doesn't want to see a bruised CEO again.

What should he do?

Have it.

Secretary Song suddenly thought of someone, and he immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

Soon, the call was connected, and the familiar clear and pleasant voice came, unhurried and unhurried, which made people feel inexplicably relieved when they heard it, "Hello."

"Hello, Miss Su. It's me, Secretary Song. Do you have time now? Something happened here with the president. Can you come to Xiyuan?"

Su Ci's voice immediately turned cold, and she refused coldly, "I don't have time now, and your CEO's affairs have nothing to do with me. Goodbye."

Su Ci hung up the phone directly.

"Miss Su, Madam is hitting the CEO!"

Su Ci's delicate white fingers that were about to hang up the phone suddenly paused.

"Miss Su, this matter has something to do with you. The president went back to Fu's house today and beat up his father. Lin Yun's phone call directly stimulated the madam, and she got sick again!"

"Miss Su, even if you don't care about the CEO, you should also take care of the madam. The madam is so kind to you. After returning to the imperial capital, she won't miss you even a day!"

"Everyone outside wants Madam and the CEO to die. If you don't care about them, no one will really care about them. I remember that Madam almost beat the CEO to death a few years ago!"

Su Ci lowered her slender Yu Jie, "Okay, I'll be there in a moment."

…………

Secretary Song greeted him below, and Su Ci came as quickly as possible.

After going upstairs, Secretary Song reached out and pushed open the door. Before Lin Xiangyu stopped using the whip in his hand, Fu Nancheng's back had been beaten to pieces.

Fu Nancheng kept kneeling, silently enduring the whippings. His handsome eyelids were drooped and covered with an obscure darkness, and he always kept his straight back straight.

Su Ci's pupils shrank slightly and she quickly walked in, "Aunt Fu, stop fighting!"