Quick Wear: The stupid beauty with multiple pregnancies makes the heirless boss cry

Fu Mochen raised his voice and retorted.

"No matter what, it's my business. But as a professor, you always go to students. If people knew about it, how would Rong Xi get along with her classmates at school? Have you ever thought about what people would gossip about her?"

Rong Xi couldn't help but frown, blaming Fu Mochen in his heart for being so tactless in his words. After all, Xuan Rongan was his professor.

Rong Xi said again: "Don't say..."

Xuan Rongan said calmly, "That really puts your idea of ​​spreading rumors to shame. I'm resigning."

When Rong Xi heard this, she was shocked and her eyes widened. She was confused. When did he resign? How come she didn't know anything about it?

"Okay, stop arguing."

In the office with a slightly tense atmosphere, Rong Xi finally couldn't help but raise his voice to stop the two people, causing the two people who were originally immersed in the subtle atmosphere to be stunned on the spot.

Xuan Rongan saw that Rong Xi was really unhappy, and silently moved a few steps towards where she was.

This subtle movement was like a ripple on the surface of a calm lake. Not only Rong Xi noticed it, but Fu Mochen also saw it clearly.

Ci Rongxi didn't care about these little things. He just knew that if the two of them continued to stay together like this, something would definitely happen, so he suggested that Fu Mochen leave first.

"Fu Mochen, regarding the cooperation, I will help you contact the relevant personnel in the company. However, whether the final bidding can be successful depends on your own strength."

After hearing this, Fu Mochen responded briefly: "Okay, I'll go back and prepare."

However, he did not turn around and leave immediately, but instead turned his gaze to Xuan Rongan.

Rong Xi understood. She knew that as long as Xuan Rongan was still here, Fu Mochen would probably not leave easily, and she herself had not yet figured out how to deal with the next situation.

Helplessly, she turned the chair under her and faced Xuan Rong'an.

"You go too. I won't eat this meal. I'll go back and eat radish cake tonight."

When Rong Xi said the first half of the sentence, Xuan Rongan's face instantly dimmed, and his expression was like the sky covered by dark clouds, full of loss.

But when the second half of the sentence reached his ears, his eyes instantly brightened up again, and a smile appeared in his eyes again.

Rong Xi had promised to eat radish cake at his place last night, which implied that Rong Xi would go to his current residence after get off work.

But Fu Mochen didn't know the reason. When he heard Rong Xi asking them both to leave, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief deep in his heart.

After the two walked out of the building, Fu Mochen opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to Xuan Rongan.

But before he could utter a word, Xuan Rongan's driver had already parked the car steadily in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the car sped away like an arrow, leaving only a trail of exhaust gas that gradually dissipated in the air.

He didn't have time to stay here for long. He used the excuse of coming here to see Rong Xi, but he really came here with a mission. The group was in chaos now, with forces turning against each other every other day. He had to make achievements now in order to gain a foothold in the group.

He would never let that illegitimate child take away the power in his hands.

In order to avoid Fu Quli, Fu Mochen did not work inside the company, but rented an entire floor in another building next to the company as his temporary office.

On weekdays, he would only go to the company when there were necessary meetings, and spent the rest of the time handling affairs in this temporary office.

But today was such a coincidence that as soon as he arrived at the company, he saw Fu Quli waiting outside the office. It was obvious that he had been waiting for this for a long time.

Fu Mochen had a blank expression on his face, and was even reluctant to even give his so-called father a glance. He simply had the office door opened, walked in quickly, picked up the items he needed, and turned around to leave.

At this time, Fu Quli asked loudly: "Fu Mochen, what do you want to do? Where have you been all this time? Why didn't you answer my call?"

Fu Mochen was extremely disgusted with this kind of questioning. He felt that saying one more word to Fu Quli was as disgusting as swallowing a fly.

But Fu Quli refused to give in and even arranged bodyguards in advance to block Fu Mochen's way.

When Fu Mochen saw this posture, he felt a strong sense of disgust in his heart. He felt that Fu Quli's behavior was exactly the same as that of the illegitimate son Fu Zi'an, which made him feel extremely disgusted.

He spat out two words coldly: "Get out of the way."

He didn't want to become a laughing stock in public, so after weighing the pros and cons, he returned to the office with his entourage.

The sound insulation of this office is excellent, like an invisible barrier separating the inside and the outside.

Even if the people outside were extremely curious, they would not be able to hear any conversation between the two people in the house.

Fu Mochen never even looked at Fu Quli from beginning to end.

This made Fu Quli feel deeply frustrated. He kept asking himself in his heart, I am his father after all, why am I not as good as an outsider in front of him?

Fu Quli was the first to break the silence and asked, "Fu Mochen, why did you hurt your brother?"

Fu Mochen sat back in his office chair slowly and responded calmly: "Why would I hurt him? Haven't you checked the surveillance?"

Fu Quli was choked by his answer and was speechless for a moment. He couldn't help but wonder if there were spies planted by Fu Mochen around him. Could there really be a traitor?

After a brief pause, Fu Quli spoke again.

"So what? Even so, you can't hurt him like this. Do you know that his hand is broken? He will never be able to perform delicate movements again."

Fu Mochen was not moved at all and said coldly.

"What does it have to do with me, Fu Quli? Don't think you can use your identity to ask me to do anything."

Fu Quli was so angry that he raised his voice: "I am your father, and I gave you your life."

Fu Mochen stared into Fu Quli's eyes and said mercilessly: "If possible, I would rather you were not my father."

Fu Quli couldn't believe his ears. In his memory, Fu Mochen had always been the child who longed for his care. Although the family relationship was complicated, the blood relationship between father and son was an unchangeable fact.

But now, Fu Mochen's words were like a sharp blade, ruthlessly cutting off the only remaining fantasy in his heart.

Fu Mochen had actually wanted to say these words in his heart for a long time.

His disgust for his parents was deep-rooted. Whether it was their appearance, their thoughts or everything they did to him, it all made him feel extremely disgusted.

When he was a child, he often watched other people’s parents care about their children’s growth and learning. Even if his children were called to school and reprimanded by the teacher because they were naughty, he felt that it was an invaluable happiness.

Now, he no longer has any expectations for this kind of family relationship.