The domineering president meets her

"Sister, this is a platform where I learned etiquette. There are many professional training teachers and various projects. If you are interested, you can sign up." Bellewei smiled and walked towards her, reaching out to gently tidy up her hair that was messed up by the wind: "Sister, it is normal for girls to have someone they like when they grow up. Sister hopes that you can get what you want in your relationship."

"I understand. Thank you, sister." Belleman said shyly in a low voice.

The autumn wind is really cool, blowing calmly and gently.

The silver bell-like laughter of innocent children not far away came to her ears, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers. Bei Leman squinted her eyes slightly and took a deep breath. It felt so comfortable.

At this time in the study on the second floor.

"Dad, this is a famous local handmade cigar I bought on my last business trip. Try it and see if you like the taste." Fu Shi stood in front of the long desk and respectfully handed over a beautifully packaged cedar gift box.

"Okay, thank you. You're so busy but still remember that I like this one. That's thoughtful." Mr. Fu looked at him with appreciation, took the cigar, took out one of them, and put the rest into the drawer of the ebony desk.

"sit."

Fu Shi slowly sat down on the sofa chair next to the desk.

Mr. Fu also stood up and came to him, sitting on the dark-colored presbyopic cushion, finding a comfortable position and leaning back comfortably; wearing black commercial presbyopic glasses on the bridge of his nose, he leaned forward slightly, and looked carefully at the total performance reports of various companies in his hand under a retro desk lamp with a dark green glazed lamp column and bright presbyopic cloth.

This old table lamp was one of the Western dowries that his father-in-law had ordered from a Western company when he got married. It has accompanied him to witness the many glorious achievements of the Fu family for nearly half a century. Now that he is old, the lamp is still as bright as new.

Mr. Fu and Fu Shi, father and son, kept talking and deeply analyzing the work of various levels in the company.

"Well, I'm confident in your work." After reading the performance reports in his hand, Mr. Fu was very satisfied to see that his work ability was so outstanding, and he was even better than his father. He was really grateful to God for not treating him unfairly and giving him such an excellent son.

Nowadays, the Fu family has one more child, Fu Yunlang; as for grandchildren, there are only three nephews and nieces, and Fu Shi has no children yet.

This is a problem.

It's really a big problem.

A major problem that is imminent and needs to be solved urgently.

I have to explain everything today, otherwise it will take a long time for my son to understand and for me to have a grandchild?

Mr. Fu thought to himself, his eyes rolled, and he said, "Don't just be busy with work recently. Have you met a girl you like?"

"No."

"Ah?" Mr. Fu never asked his son what type of girl he liked, let alone forced him to like a certain type, because he believed in his son's character, and he always had the correct outlook on people, things, and events.

I just didn’t expect him to answer so readily that there was no answer. What went wrong?

"Well..." When Mr. Fu thought about his peers who were enjoying the joy of having children and grandchildren, while he was sitting in the study wearing reading glasses and reading performance reports, he couldn't help but frowned: "Well, your cousin's sister-in-law, Belle Man, who came today, seems to be good in all aspects and is polite and considerate. Do you want to consider it?"

For some reason, whenever Mr. Fu talked about love with his son, he felt weak. He always felt that his son looked at him as if he were an old guy who was conservative and conservative; like an old guy who was impatient with life and wanted to arrange marriages for people for no reason.

"I do not like."

"It's not about liking or not liking something. Maybe you can find the feeling after getting along with each other." Mr. Fu tried his best to bring them together.

"Need not."

"That's right, marriage is no joke. But you're not a child anymore. I hope you can get married soon." This was the first time Mr. Fu spoke to him in a serious, negotiating tone.

"Ah."

Seeing this, Mr. Fu stopped talking and said that when men discuss things, they just need to make it clear.

"Fu Yunlang's father and I are descendants of the same great-grandfather." Old Master Fu lit up the cigar in his hand and took a slow puff.

As the smoke rises, thoughts also rise.

"Fu Shi, your grandparents died one after another due to famine and illness. I, who had no one to worry about, looked at the rotten thatched house with bare walls and had the idea of ​​leaving my hometown to find a way to make a living. Even if the future was unknown, I couldn't just sit at home and wait for death. I had to go out and try my luck. At that time, Yunlang's father and I hit it off and discussed leaving together. Unexpectedly, his mother suddenly fell ill and lost the ability to take care of herself. Since she couldn't be left alone, Yunlang's father, who had agreed to leave together, had to stay behind to take care of her.

I left alone with my bag on my back in the morning. Yunlang's father made yellow rice cakes out of the only small bag of yellow rice left in the house as dry food for the journey, and also gave me a few food coupons. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the sky, praying that God would bless me to find a way to eat, and bring everyone out to make a living in the future. I will remember it all my life!" Grandpa Fu said with a gloomy face and a heavy tone.

His father had a lot to talk about today, and this was the first time his father told him these old stories.

Fu Shi listened attentively, his eyes moving slightly, but he said nothing.

Mr. Fu took off his reading glasses, went to the window, looked at the pitch-black outside, looked for a long time, and then said: "The days of fleeing famine were really cold and hungry, and the people were living in misery; there were many skinny bodies of people who died of starvation and illness on the road, being torn apart by groups of wild dogs. I dare not look at it, because if I look at it, I will panic, my legs will become weak, and I can't walk.

You can't look at the person who is sitting next to you because he is starving. Because he will go crazy and quickly get up to snatch the things on you, even if they are of no value or inedible. If they get nothing, they will bite you hard.

Can’t watch, can’t accept fate!

All you can do is follow the slow-moving group carefully and move forward with your head down.

There is always a way out, this was my only belief at that time; the yellow rice cake tied on my back was the only spiritual force supporting me!

If I hadn't had those yellow rice cakes, I wouldn't have had the chance or the energy to walk to Qingzhou. I wouldn't have been appreciated and supported by your grandpa later on; I wouldn't have had your mother and you, and the family business I have today; when I returned home in glory and went back to look for them, the whole village had already fallen due to famine and several plagues, and there was no one left.

If Yunlang's father hadn't asked Yunlang to take photos and ask someone to recognize them last month, we would never have met them again in this life!"