The domineering president meets her

Early morning, second floor.

Fu Shi listened to the phone and walked down the stairs.

"okay."

At the corner of the first floor, hiding behind the large vase on the handrail, Bei Le Man's heart was beating like a deer. When the servant came to lead the way to the dining room for breakfast, she deliberately lagged behind her brother-in-law and sister because she clearly saw Fu Shi answering the phone at the second floor staircase and preparing to go downstairs.

When Fu Shi's long legs stopped at the corner of the first floor, "Mr. Fu, good morning." Bei Leman quickly tidied up her appearance, suppressed her nervousness, and pretended to appear in front of him as if they met by chance.

Because of Bei Le Man's sudden appearance in front of him, Fu Shi said to the person on the phone: "Let's arrange it this way first, and contact me if there's anything else."

He turned to Belleman and nodded, "Well, good morning."

After saying that, without even looking at her again, he kept his distance and prepared to walk around her towards the dining room.

Unexpectedly, the icy man actually responded to him. Belleman suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, stretched out his hand to stop him, and put on a sweet smile: "Wait a minute, Mr. Fu. I..."

Fu Shi, who was stopped, paused, then pretended to look at her face seriously but said nothing.

Seeing him looking at her so seriously, without moving, could it be that he was attracted by her beauty? "Mr. Fu, I feel so embarrassed when you look at me like this!" Bai Leman's face became hot when he was stared at, and she raised her head and said shyly.

"Your makeup today looks like an oil painting. It's so beautiful." Fu Shi said lightly.

"Really? Thank you, Mr. Fu." When Bei Le Man heard this, she thought, oh, it turns out that the overbearing CEO can also coax people! She felt that she was so flattered that she felt like she was in a cloud as soft as cotton, and her face became even redder.

She watched Fu Shi enter the dining room with a look of shyness in her eyes.

"Le Man, why are you still here?" Her sister Bellewei came out to look for her, "Everyone is waiting for you! What are you still doing here?"

Seeing her sister with a vague look and amorous expression, Bellewei felt a little worried.

"Sister, I just met Mr. Fu." Bei Leman put away her shy expression and excitedly told her sister what happened just now. "Sister, do you think I have a chance? He praised me for my beauty!"

"..." Bellewei looked at her sister speechlessly: "You, didn't I tell you not to rush things? You just wouldn't listen."

Then, he analyzed Fu Shi's words to her in detail. Bei Leman's face turned pale: "So he was just trying to find a way to say that my makeup looked like a monkey's butt!"

A person in a high position knows how to speak in a way that can kill people and destroy their souls.

In the dining room, everyone sat and had breakfast quietly, no one spoke.

Because Fu Shi was only staying for one night and had to return to the capital after breakfast, the housekeeper arranged for the kitchen staff to prepare a variety of dishes. When Mrs. Fu started nagging at the table, he would just say "hmm" or "okay" and nothing more.

"Uncle, are you leaving?" Little Chunjuan slid down from his dining chair, ran to Fu Shi, and asked him with his head tilted up.

Fu Shi paused, put down the bowl in his hand, and replied softly: "Well, uncle still has a lot of work to deal with."

"What will happen if we don't deal with it?" Chunjuan frowned slightly and continued to ask with his head tilted.

"Ah, you don't deal with it? Then your boss will deduct your salary!" Fu Shi answered her very seriously.

Seeing Fu Shi's serious expression, Chun Juan was so scared that he quickly covered his face. After a while, the round little face slowly moved out of his palm and looked at him secretly: "If the uncle is obedient, the boss will not deduct his salary."

"Okay, I'll be obedient. In a few days, when your parents are done with their work, come to the capital to find your uncle, and your uncle will take you out to play." Fu Shi leaned down and gently stroked her round little head.

"Ah~ Really?" Chunjuan's cheerful childish voice rang out.

"real!"

"Uncle, don't lie to me. Let's make a pinky promise."

"Yeah, hook."

"Pin, swear, don't change for a hundred years! Whoever changes is a puppy!"

Fu Shi didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he completed the pinky promise amidst the childish words.

"hehe."

Seeing their sister and uncle chatting so harmoniously, the two brothers who had been sitting aside eating obediently could no longer sit still, and quickly stood up and came to Fu Shi to make some fun; but Fu Shi turned his head slightly and looked at them expressionlessly, and that look scared them so much that they dared not move, and had to quickly return to the table and continue eating.

The old lady who saw this scene smiled again and again: "Uncle has his own things to do, the little ones can't bother him anymore."

Bellewei wisely took little Chunjuan in her arms and said, "Be good, Chunjuan. Finish eating quickly so you can go out and play."

Everyone ate quietly, each with their own thoughts.

After finishing the meal, Fu Shi went to the outdoor greenhouse and said goodbye to his parents: "Mom, take care of yourself. I will come back to see you when I have time."

"Haha, my son is busy, don't worry about home, your father and I are still in good health." Old Mrs. Fu looked at him lovingly.

"it is good."

"You're leaving now?" Mr. Fu, who was squatting in front of the flowerbed arranging the seedlings, asked in surprise. He had no idea that his son was going back to the company today.

"Yes, Dad."

Old Master Fu patted the soil on his hands, looked thoughtful, slowly stood up and walked to his son; he recalled the conversation between Fu Shi and his niece's great-granddaughter Xiao Chunjuan at the dinner table just now.

"Company matters are always busy all year round. You should plan it carefully when you have time. Your mother and I are old, and we feel lonely mentally when you are not at home most of the time. We want to have a grandson soon. You know what I mean." Grandpa Fu looked at his tall son and patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay, Dad." Fu Shi looked at his father with clear eyes and answered seriously.

The old man was very happy with his son's answer, because every time he was asked about this matter, he would give a perfunctory answer.

"Okay, you old thing who is conservative, you keep nagging your son and grandchildren all day long. Don't you understand your own son? If he has a girl he likes, will he hide her from you?" Old Mrs. Fu seemed to be complaining to him.

"I just wanted to say a few words, but my own son doesn't allow me to speak?" Mr. Fu said stubbornly.

"Remember to come back for the reunion dinner during the Mid-Autumn Festival next month!" Mrs. Fu reminded.

Looking at his father who was always willing to give in when talking to his mother, Fu Shi smiled: "Okay."

After saying goodbye, he went to the living room, where the driver holding his briefcase was already waiting: "Master, shall we leave now?"

"Ah."

Just as he was about to leave, Fu Yunlang, who had just finished a call, came over and said, "Fu Shi, are you going back?"

"Yes." Fu Shi answered as if he had thought of something, and turned to look at him: "I have arranged everything, you can contact me directly. Thank you for staying at home with my dad these days."

"This is what I should do." Fu Yunlang felt embarrassed.

Under Fu Yunlang's gaze, Fu Shi got into the car and left.