After Lao Gong lost his memory, he thought he was a double

The Rong family and the Xie family are both "rich families" in a broad sense, but there is still a big difference between the two.

The Rong family is a dignified generation of aristocrats. In the 90s in Hong Kong City, they were the ones who called the wind and called the rain. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are bullies.

And the Xie family has only risen through policies and various trends in the past ten years. In a sense, it has caught the bus of the times.

The Rong family is a "veteran noble family", while the Xie family is a "new star family".

It stands to reason that the king does not see the king, and there is no conflict, but the Xie family's attitude towards the Rong family is extremely unified—huitui!

The Rong family took both black and white in Hong Kong City, but the times have changed, the policies have improved, and the industries in the black areas have been cleaned up. The Rong family in Hong Kong City is not so easy. Shrewd, he directly set his sights on the mainland.

Ningcheng is both a political center and an economic center. For the Rong family, Ningcheng is the best goal for expanding their territory!

The Rong family came aggressively, and they immediately focused on the Xie family, which was the most popular at that time.

The Rong family's eyes were higher than the top, and they looked down on the Xie family at that time. They only planned to use the Xie family as a springboard, so when they approached the Xie family, their attitude was arrogant, and the plan they gave was also a one-on-one robber.

At that time, Grandpa Xie Ling was in charge of the Xie family, and the violent Grandpa Xie drove away the hooligans of the Rong family on the spot, without saving the Rong family any face.

As a result, within two days, the three juniors of the Xie family were kidnapped together, and at the same time, Grandpa Xie received an anonymous provocative letter.

It's the Rong family.

Grandpa Xie never thought that something in the business field could bring disaster to his family, not to mention that he just refused to cooperate and didn't grab the project!

Isn't this breaking the law!

If Ms. Wen hadn't happened to be obsessed with locator alarms at that time, she installed more than a dozen locators on Xie Ling's body, located Xie Ling's location in real time, and provided strong help to the police. The half-grown child was rescued.

The man was rescued unscathed, and the Rong family was quickly locked down by the police because of their undisguised behavior.

The Xie family originally thought that the Rong family would bow their heads and admit their mistakes, and be severely punished by the law.But in the end, the Rong family just pushed out a few people to take the blame for the dead ghosts, and Mr. Rong, who was the mastermind, had nothing to do with it.

This made Mr. Xie very angry.

The Rong family was indeed a top wealthy family in the past, but the torrent of the times has finally made the wealthy family live up to its glory—otherwise, there is no need to come here to develop.

It's true that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, but a strong dragon can't overwhelm a local snake.

The local snake of the Xie family launched a fierce attack on the Rong family who was about to lose weight.

A large part of the reason why the Xie family can achieve today's achievements is that Mr. Xie couldn't swallow this breath.

After Xie's father inherited the family business, he also attacked the Rong family without any dead ends, but neither he nor Mr. Xie were very satisfied with the results.

After all, he has worked so hard, and only then has the Rong family's development been limited, investment lost, and assets shrunk by tens of billions...

He can still improve a little bit!

Xie Ling looked at the message from his father and clicked his tongue impatiently.

The Rong family's banquet, this must go.

To smash the field.

"Lingling."

Fu Mingcheng walked up to Xie Ling, he hesitated for two seconds and took Xie Ling's hand.

Xie Ling immediately put down the phone when he heard Mr. Fu's voice, "What's wrong? Is your head hurting again?"

"It's time to eat." Fu Mingcheng said.

"Oh, yes, it's time to eat, I'll ask the secretary to bring it over."

Just as Xie Ling was about to pick up the phone and ask the secretary to work overtime, Fu Mingcheng said softly, "It's already done."

Xie Ling: "?"

In the kitchen on the first floor.

Xie Ling sat at the door and watched Mr. Fu standing in front of the stove and flipping the soup in the casserole with a spoon, his shirt sleeves were slightly rolled up, and the injured hand was naturally hanging by his side.

Xie Ling didn't even know when Mr. Fu started cooking soup, nor did he expect Mr. Fu to be able to cook.

He doesn't know how to cook. Usually when he eats at home, his aunt brings it over, or Wen Ziran cooks it when he has time. He has never been in the kitchen at home, and he doesn't know what ingredients are in the kitchen refrigerator.

Xie Ling sat straddling the chair. He grabbed the back of the chair and put his head on his hands. He couldn't help sighing, "I didn't even know you could cook."

Mr. Fu's first impression is that he is cold and indifferent, and there is no fireworks. He never imagined that he has such a homely side.

"Haven't I cooked for Lingling before?" Fu Mingcheng asked casually.

"Ah?" Xie Ling sat up slightly, with a slightly embarrassed expression, "No, no."

... not at all!

"It's my fault." Fu Mingcheng brought the rice to the table, then stood in front of Xie Ling, bending slightly.

Xie Ling raised his head, and the man was standing in front of him against the light, his sharp and indifferent brows and eyes were raised, his thin lips were slightly hooked, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

The next moment Fu Mingcheng suddenly approached, Xie Ling felt warmth on his lips, his pupils dilated, and he suddenly realized something.

Fu Mingcheng said softly, "I will cook for Lingling every day from now on."

Xie Ling's ears burst into red, he subconsciously leaned back, his eyes were a little dazed.

Fu Mingcheng didn't seem to notice Xie Ling's abnormality, and put the casserole on the table with a natural attitude, "Let's eat."

Mr. Fu lost his memory, he thought we were lovers, so a kiss was normal.Xie Ling, calm down!Just a kiss!Don't act strange and irritate the patient!

Xie Ling quickly convinced himself, turned around pretending nothing happened, but his expression was still a little stiff, "Xin, you've worked hard, what are you going to eat today?"

"Tomato beef brisket." Fu Mingcheng said, "Lingling likes it."

Xie Ling was stunned for a moment: "Thank you."

He really does like brisket.

But how did Mr. Fu know?

A trace of doubt flashed in his heart.

Fu Mingcheng pushed the soup bowl in front of Xie Ling: "Lingling doesn't need to thank me."

"Lingling is always too polite to me." Fu Mingcheng lowered his eyes, "It makes me feel a little insecure."

"What I did was for Lingling."

Mr. Fu's sensitivity once again refreshed Xie Ling's cognition, he really just said thank you casually.

Xie Ling didn't know what to say to appease the fragile but sensitive patient, suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

He approached Fu Mingcheng, raised his hand and pulled the latter, forcing him to bend down and look at him.

The distance between the two was less than ten centimeters, close enough to feel each other's hot breath.

Xie Ling blinked, revealing a sly smile.He pinched Mr. Fu's neckline, leaned down, and kissed Mr. Fu lightly.

Then he said softly: "Mr. Fu, be confident!"

Young Master Xie kissed the patient as soon as his head got hot that day, and after the kiss, he finished his meal happily as if nothing had happened.

Needless to say, Mr. Fu's craftsmanship is really good, the beef brisket is springy, the tomato is soft and rotten, the soup base is rich, and the taste is just right.

When Xie Ling was kissed, he was in a mess, but when he took the initiative, he was calm and even a little complacent.

Sure enough, no matter who was attacked suddenly, he would panic, and Mr. Fu was also taken aback!

Master Xie's competitive spirit always works in inexplicable places.

Of course, Young Master Xie didn't feel that he was being competitive, he just followed the doctor's advice to appease the patient's fragile heart.

The Rong family's banquet will be held on NO.20 next month, and the Xie family is swaggeringly sent a gold-plated luxurious version of the invitation letter, which is full of superficial skills.

Little did they know that in the small WeChat group called "Family Love", Father Xie and Uncle Xie took turns to criticize this gaudy behavior.

[Xie Rongguang: I'm convinced, what age is this, who still sends invitations, everyone has been notified by WeChat. 】【Xie Jianguo: Email notifications are also acceptable.This kind of invitation letter is flashy and needs to be transported, which wastes manpower and material resources. 】【Xie Rongguang: Brother is right. [Thumbs up.jpg][Like][Like]][Xie Jianguo: No wonder the Rong family’s ideological consciousness can’t join our party! 】【Xie Rongguang: That's right, extravagance is prevalent, black and evil forces are searching for the people's fat and anointment, at first glance they are not some conscientious entrepreneurs! ] Xie Ling glanced at the WeChat message, confirmed that it was his father and uncle chatting in the small group without talking about martial arts, and quickly looked away.

He has been working at home for the past few days. Firstly, he is worried about leaving Mr. Fu alone at home, and secondly,... there is really nothing for him to make decisions recently.

He has already bled heavily in Star City, and he has finished the work of giving money to the tool man; there are no particularly bright projects in the venture capital side. Although Xie Ling is rich, he has always been cautious in investment, and there are very few projects that can make him take risks. ;The next step is Yuesheng Studio.

Currently there are only [-] trainees in the contracted artists of the studio, but the behind-the-scenes teams such as planning, publicity, agents, makeup artists, and costume artists have long been prepared.The planning started at the beginning of the year to prepare for the album, promotion and concert.The agent even tailored a web drama for twelve little girls, and the version numbers were all applied for.

It can be said that the entire Yuesheng studio is currently serving twelve girls who have not debuted. The closer the day of debut is, the studio is very nervous, but this has nothing to do with Xie Ling, the boss.

What the boss has to do is to make demands, provide financial support, and then leave the matter to professional people without meddling.

Boss Xie confirmed that all the work had been done, and was just about to take a break when he received news from his mother, Ms. Wen and Wen Ziran at the same time.

[Ms. Wen: Darling, go home tomorrow, your aunt Bai has returned to China. 】【Wen Ziran:! "Wei A's fucking returned to China!Is He Huan back too? ? ? 】Xie Ling didn't reply to the two messages. He frowned and turned off WeChat. He licked his canine teeth, and his eyes fell on Fu Mingcheng not far away involuntarily.

Speaking of which, he and Mr. Fu not only had an agreement of "not interfering with each other" in their marriage, but also... an agreement to serve as shields for each other.

Mr. Fu didn't like the fact that when talking about business, the contracting party would always ask him about his intention to marry, and if he got married, at least half of the conversation could be blocked.

Forget it, Mr. Fu is still sick, so don't fulfill the agreement, at worst he will come back after a while.

"What's wrong Lingling?" Fu Mingcheng raised his eyes and asked.

Xie Ling leaned back and said casually: "My mother asked me to go home."

"Do you want to prepare a gift?" Fu Mingcheng quietly straightened his back, "I..."

He suddenly realized something, and the conversation stopped abruptly as if it had just started.

Lingling had no intention of taking him home.

Fragmentary images seemed to flash in front of his eyes, and intricate scenes flashed before his eyes, and his brain suddenly felt a sharp pain.

He resisted the pain to sort out the jumping images, but the more he tried to dig deeper, the more obvious the pain became.

"Fu Mingcheng?"

Mr. Fu hung his head and said nothing. Xie Ling felt that something was wrong, so he hurried over to check the situation. He held Mr. Fu's face in his hands, and saw that Mr. Fu's face was pale, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his eyes were a little loose.

"Don't hold back the headache, call it out!"

Seeing this, Xie Ling was anxious and angry. He put down Fu Mingcheng's face and was about to turn around and call a doctor with his mobile phone, but Fu Mingcheng suddenly pulled Xie Ling violently behind him, and he fell into Fu Mingcheng's arms without warning.

Although Fu Mingcheng is a patient, his strength is really strong, but Xie Ling is locked tightly in the arms of the sick man, unable to use his strength at all, unable to break free.

The man hugged his waist and asked in a blank and innocent tone: "Lingling, who is He Xuan?"