After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

The old man's chattering figure disappeared into the corridor on the second floor.

When Fu Shuruan was squatting on the ground and sobbing softly, the man inside walked out with a leisurely look in his pocket.

Seeing the two lines of clear tears hanging on her face, I shook my head helplessly and laughed.

"Why are you crying so sadly?"

He walked to her side, bent down to help her up, and helped her wipe away her tears: "Stop crying, am I not okay?"

Fu Shuruan raised his eyes, looking like a frightened rabbit. He blinked and looked at him, with deep worry in his eyes: "You really didn't get beaten?"

Xiangchuan nodded, raised his hand and pinched her fair and delicate face: "Do you think I've been beaten?"

Hearing this, Fu Shuruan looked at him carefully and found that he looked relaxed and did not feel weak at all after being beaten. She was silently relieved.

Suddenly something occurred to me, and I couldn't help but frown: "Then what was that sound I heard downstairs just now? And...why didn't you say anything?"

She thought the old man had struck too hard and he fainted from the pain.

Mentioning that sound, Xiang Chuan paused, then curled his lips and smiled lightly, "That was because I accidentally dropped the antique bronzes collected by the old man on the ground. As for not saying anything... I was serious. Think about the problem.”

"What questions are you thinking about?"

Fu Shuruan couldn't help but remember that the old man had just asked Xiang Chuan to take a multiple-choice question.

So, what exactly is the choice?

Twenty minutes ago, he followed the old man to the study on the second floor without fear.

There were only the old man and them in the study. The cabinets were filled with various collections of objects from all over the world. The paintings and calligraphy on the walls all showed his cultivation and taste.

He sat on the sofa, his face as gloomy as iron, and stared at Xiang Chuan coldly: "Sit!"

Xiang Chuan was not restrained and took his seat calmly.

The old man hit the ground hard with his cane, and the dull sound forced Xiangchuan's calmness on the surface to suddenly become tense.

He caressed her unconsciously with his hands on his knees. He stretched out his head and then retracted his head, then said straight to the point: "Grandpa Fu, I really like Ruan Ruan, and I hope you can make it happen."

The dominance suddenly came into the hands of the other party. The old man snorted in displeasure, his wrinkled face tensed up, and anger emerged: "I don't agree."

"why?"

Xiang Chuan couldn't help but be confused. He and Fu Shuruan were childhood sweethearts. Their families had a close relationship. They knew each other well and were a good match. Why did the old man disagree?

"Leave aside your record of flirting with countless girls. As far as I know, you had previously fallen in love with the eldest lady of the Shangguan family, who was Fei'er's sister?"

On the night when his granddaughter was in danger at the racecourse, the old man sent someone to investigate Xiang Chuan. Two pages were filled with his romantic debts for flirting with women.

Although he had never had a serious conversation with any girl, this boy's playful behavior towards relationships really made him unable to trust Ruan Ruan to him.

Xiang Chuan lowered his eyes to cover the complex emotions flashing through his eyes. He never thought that those dissolute behaviors in his youth would become an obstacle between him and Fu Shuruan.

He pursed his lips, considered his words, and spoke slowly: "Grandpa Fu, I don't deny that I used to be cynical or even ridiculous when it came to relationship issues, but Ruan Ruan and I were never hasty from getting along to falling in love. I’ve identified her!”

He has always regarded feelings as less than water, just because he was in the rebellious age of adolescence and witnessed his father's affair during marriage.

For that woman, he was willing to leave the house and leave so heartlessly.

At that time, my mother was depressed and was crying all day long.

Those painful years made him completely no longer believe in any long-term relationship in the world.

Those women who took the initiative to please him were really no different from the third parties who destroyed his mother's marriage. They were all doing it for fame, fortune and money, and even their shame could be discarded.

As long as the money is in place, any posture is fine.

For example, if they lie down on the ground to help him clean his shoes, or throw a wad of bills out, someone will come over and lick them like a dog wagging their tail.

At least, before going to college, his life was such a life of luxury, clubbing, flirting with girls, and parties.

Anyway, if the sky falls, his eldest brother will still be there to hold him up. All he needs to do is eat, drink, play and enjoy life.

Who knew that such a wonderful accident would happen.

Fu Shuruan quietly broke into his heart without him even realizing it, occupying a more important position than his sister's identity.

He once wondered if he was a pervert. How could he inexplicably become attached to a little girl whom he had loved as his sister since childhood?

He thought it was because the little girl grew up and became beautiful, and he was attracted to her for a while, but it would get better after a while.

But the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't control himself. Every night in a noisy and restless environment like the night banquet, her figure was always lingering in his mind.

He began to pay attention to her updates, what happened to her at school, and the people around her...

He knew he liked her, but he kept running away from her. He was afraid that he would sink deeper and deeper into her and eventually be doomed.

Until that night when she was drunk and took the initiative to embrace him. She even kissed him forcefully like a female gangster and restlessly tossed in his arms.

At that moment, his heart was beating wildly, and he suddenly realized that he had fallen.

"Grandpa Fu, after all, you have watched me grow up. Am I the kind of person who loves Qin Muchu? Come to think of it, you already have the answer in your heart. I just beg you to allow me to date Ruan Ruan."

Xiangchuan's attitude was sincere and his tone was resolute and decisive. He was probably a little nervous. When he wanted to stand up and bow at 90 degrees to request, the 1.83-meter-tall man suddenly stood up, and the storage shelf behind him was accidentally bumped and shook. ,

The goat-shaped antique bronzeware placed in the center fell to the ground with a muffled thud, and the goat's horns suddenly became dented.

The muscles on the old man's face trembled slightly. Seeing the treasure worth tens of millions destroyed in front of him, he laughed angrily and scolded him for being a spendthrift.

"Look at how careless you are, you are just ruining things."

The old man told me a lesson by blowing his beard and staring: "If you don't pick it up for me quickly, the goat's horns are flat!"

Uncle Lin was guarding outside. When he heard the noise, he knocked on the door and came in to check: "Master, what happened?"

The old man pointed at the bronze vessel in Sichuan's hand, and yelled, "The goat's horns are flat, what do you think?!"

Uncle Lin followed his gaze and his eyes suddenly widened: "Ah, isn't this goat bronze... Sir, did you call and order it to be airlifted back from a foreign auction a few years ago?"

The old man groaned, but his face was still very ugly: "Do you still remember, how much did you pay for the photo?"

Uncle Lin clasped his fingers and drew a number: "Thirty-five million six hundred and twenty thousand yuan."

Xiangchuan's eyes almost dropped to the ground. Just a thing as big as his palm costs more than 30 million?

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. His hands were shaking and he immediately carefully placed the things on the coffee table. He bent his useless knees on the corner of the table and staggered down to his knees.

Before he could stand up, the old man was already startled by his sudden move, "What are you kiddo doing? Get up quickly!"

Not to mention, his sudden arrival had some effect.

He simply used the trick, rubbed his eyelids, and pretended to be an aggrieved puppy: "Grandpa Fu, you also know that my parents are divorced, and I was raised by my eldest brother..."

Mentioning the sadness of his single-parent family, the old man was too embarrassed to get angry with him. He sighed heavily and waved his hand to signal him to get up.

"Okay, it would be a pity if you don't join the entertainment industry and play Green Tea."

"If it weren't for your eldest brother's sake, I would definitely let you see the family methods of my Fu family."

"Forget it, old man, I'm not a person who likes to beat up mandarin ducks. Now that you and Ruan Ruan have had such intimate behavior, I'll give you a chance to choose."

Hearing this, Xiang Chuan raised his head, and his black and white eyes instantly burst into bright light.

Seeing the old man's protracted voice, he suppressed his excitement and listened patiently as he continued.

"Either you stop thinking about Ruan Ruan from now on and don't interfere with each other's marriage. I don't need you to compensate for the loss of the goat's horns..."

Before the old man could finish speaking, he was boldly interrupted by Xiang Chuan without hesitation.

"Impossible, old man, I will never break up with her." Xiangchuan looked anxious and flustered, like an ant on a hot pot.

If he were to watch Fu Shuruan marry someone else in the future, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable than killing him?

The old man was also impatient. Before he could finish his sentence, the boy cut him off. He raised the crutch and hit his calf, and angrily said, "Can you please let me finish what I'm saying?"

If he were Fu Lingheng, he would have hit him with a stick a long time ago.

"You continue."

Xiangchuan swallowed and stared at him with an anxious expression, waiting for the next step.

"Either we have a wedding with Ruan Ruan before she turns twenty-five."

"What?"

He thought he was hallucinating.

The old man patiently repeated it again: "After Ruan Ruan graduates, I won't object to starting her own business or joining Fu's as an intern, but the premise is that you must marry her before she is twenty-five years old. .”

Xiangchuan was full of doubts: "Why does it have to be before the age of twenty-five?"

"Why are there so many? You want to marry her this year and I'm not happy yet. The child you finally raised has been taken away by you."

The old man looked at him coldly, and the goodwill he had just brewed suddenly disappeared.

Seeing his hesitant look, he became even more angry: "What? How can you still hesitate for so long when I ask such a simple multiple-choice question?"

"Of course not. Ruan Ruan has her own dreams to realize. She is only two years away from turning twenty-five. She is in the prime of her youth. How could she agree to marry me so early?"

Xiangchuan's eyebrows moved slightly, and it could be seen that he was very distressed.

On the way back to his old house in the morning, he tested Fu Shuruan in a subtle way. If Mr. Fu really asked them to get married as soon as they graduated, as he did to Fu Lingheng, would she be willing?

She answered almost without thinking: [No, the baking house is the main task. Before it is officially on track, nothing can disrupt her plan, including emotional issues. 】

"Is that something I should worry about?"

"That girl is crying outside, I have to go take a look."

"Think carefully. If you can't do it, don't force it. There are a lot of better men than you anyway. When Ruan Ruan gets married, it's not impossible for you to send her off as your brother."

The old man put down his words without changing his expression, opened the door and walked out first on crutches.

Xiangchuan: "..."