After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

Today is another weekly family dinner, Fu Chenyan is sitting in the driving car, looking out the window with a cold expression.

As the school said, Fu Chenyan is an out-and-out rich second generation. His family was in business in the early years, and since its development, the company has gone public.

But just like what was written in countless novels, his family has indeed experienced the messy and messy things of the rich and powerful.

Fu Chenyan's mother passed away when he was in middle school, and within a few years after his death, his father found him a stepmother who was old enough to be his older sister, and within a few years, his stepmother gave birth to a younger brother for him .

From then on, Fu Chenyan could always hear his stepmother say some things that asked him to move out at the dinner table. What's even more ridiculous is that his father, his biological father, Fu Hanting actually thought so, what are you talking about, young man You should be independent early, and you shouldn't always rely on your family.

It was only after that that Fu Chenyan realized how cold people's hearts are and how they cannot stand the test of time. In just six years, Fu Hanting married his wife, had a child, and even drove his own son out of the house.

How ironic.

In the next few years, Fu Hanting may have a guilty conscience, and gave him a high amount of living expenses every month, and sent a driver to pick him up for dinner once a week.

Just maintain superficial affection.

"Master Fu, your husband and wife will be very happy if you can go home for dinner." The driver saw the depression in the car and had nothing to say.

Mrs?

Fu Chenyan laughed, "Uncle Wang, how long have you been working in my house?"

"Almost seven years."

Fu Chenyan lowered the car window, and the cool wind poured in, causing him to squint his eyes.

"Seven years?" Fu Chenyan sneered, "Did you deny your master after only seven years? Is that how Steward Zhang taught you to behave?"

Uncle Zhang panicked and wanted to explain: "Master...I..."

"What are you?"

"I... I just made a slip of the tongue, you, don't be angry."

"Slip of the tongue?" Fu Chenyan sneered, "Are you sure you can't change your mouth after you become proficient?"

"Young master, I..."

"Don't come to pick me up again." Fu Chenyan interrupted without giving him a chance to speak.

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, "If you ask Fu Hanting, just tell me what I said."

Uncle Wang didn't dare to say another word, he could only agree: "Yes, young master."

Fifteen minutes later, the car drove into a detached villa.

After Uncle Wang stopped the car, he said, "Master, we're here."

Fu Chenyan opened his eyes, looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar home, and pushed open the car door.

Butler Zhang who had been waiting at the door hastily greeted him.

"Has he come back?" Fu Chenyan asked.

Butler Zhang replied, "Sir, I won't be home until a while ago. I just called and I'm already on my way."

"Ah."

When Fu Chenyan entered the room, the aunt at home immediately came over to fetch him slippers and schoolbag.

"No need, Wang Ma," Fu Chenyan said with a smile, "I'll do it myself."

"Okay, come by yourself, why do you feel like you've grown taller again after you haven't seen each other for a few days?" Wang Ma smiled, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first?"

Fu Chenyan shook his head and said softly, "I'm not hungry."

Wang Ma is the only one in this family who treats Fu Chenyan sincerely. She came to this family before Fu Chenyan was born to take care of the daily life of this family. Fu Chenyan is like a half mother.

After changing his shoes, Fu Chenyan was going to go upstairs to his room to stay for a while.

As soon as he reached the stairs, he heard a laugh coming from directly above his head.

"Hey, I won't tell you, that little brat is coming back for dinner again today, hang up first, hang up."

Hanging up the phone, Wang Yao said arrogantly to the downstairs: "Wang Ma, what time is it, why don't you start preparing dinner, do you know that Xiaobao and Hanting will be hungry when they come back, our family spends money It's not for idlers, if you..."

"Then when will you get out?" Fu Chenyan interrupted him in a cold voice.

He went upstairs, looked at Wang Yao, and repeated the words: "When are you going to leave?"

Wang Yao panicked for a moment, and quickly smiled and said: "Oh, Shen Yan is back, are you tired, do you want to take a rest first? Is there anything you want to eat? I'll let your mother Wang do it."

Fu Chenyan didn't bother talking to her at all, so he went back to the room directly.

Seeing him return to the room, Wang Yao also changed her face completely, "Little bitch, sooner or later you will never come back to this house."

After finishing speaking, she called Wang Ma arrogantly: "Wang Ma, I want to eat an apple now, you can peel one for me, cut it into small pieces, and serve it to me."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Wang Yao was just 22 years old when she married Fu Hanting. At that time, she had just graduated from university and applied for a job as Fu Hanting's secretary. Fu Hanting was also a flamboyant woman. Because Wang Yao was young and beautiful, regardless of the opposition of her family, she insisted on marrying her back. Home.

And Wang Yao also turned into a phoenix after getting married. She quit her job and went shopping and playing mahjong at home every day, all supported by Fu Hanting.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Fu Hanting came back with his youngest son.Fu Chenyan was also called down to eat.

At the dining table, Fu Chenyan ignored the family of three and ate in silence.

"Shen Yan, are you busy with homework recently?" Fu Hanting asked.

"not busy."

"How did you think about the study abroad thing I told you last time?"

"Don't go."

Fu Hanting pondered for a moment, and said: "Think again, it is for your own good to send you abroad. In the future, the family company will definitely be handed over to you. It is better to go out to study earlier."

"Oh, Han Ting," Wang Yao courteously picked a piece of fish for Fu Hanting, "it's too early to talk about managing the company, besides, there is Han Han, if Shen Yan really doesn't want to manage the company, then Han Han It's the same for Hanlai, isn't it, Hanhan?"

Fu Han was only four years old, and he couldn't understand what Wang Yao was saying. He blinked and looked at Wang Yao in a daze.

"Who said I don't care?" Fu Chenyan put down his chopsticks, smiled, and said, "Dad, don't worry, I will take care of the company. I still want to think about what you said about going abroad."

Wang Yao became anxious immediately: "You..."

"Okay," Fu Hanting interrupted Wang Yao, and said to Fu Chenyan, "then listen to you first."

Wang Yao was in a hurry, she climbed onto Fu Hanting's arm, and said aggrievedly: "Hanting, what about us Hanhan, Hanhan is also your own son."

Fu Hanting felt annoyed, and casually perfunctory her: "Eat first."

Wang Yao persisted: "Hanting, you..."

Fu Hanting's expression was displeased: "I said eat first!"

Wang Yao is still afraid of Fu Hanting's face, after all, it is not her turn to be the master of the family.

Fu Chenyan looked at Wang Yao's angry face and smiled. He picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat slowly.

Wang Yao glanced at Fu Chenyan viciously, dropped her chopsticks and stopped eating.

"I'm full, let's go to Hanhan and go upstairs with my mother."

Fu Han didn't go with her, and whispered, "Mom, I'm not full yet."

Wang Yao became even more angry. He nodded Fu Han's head and said, "How do you know how to eat? How did I give birth to such a worthless thing like you!"

Fu Han burst into tears.

"What do you want to do!" Fu Hanting slammed the table, "What's the trouble!"

Wang Yao: "I..."

Fu Hanting didn't want to see her again, "Okay, you go upstairs."

"and many more."

The corner of Fu Chenyan's mouth was raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood. He looked at Wang Yao and said, "Aunt Wang, can I trouble you to peel an apple for me?"

"Isn't Wang Ma here, let her cut it for you."

Wang Yao didn't know what tricks this little brat was trying to do, she looked at Fu Chenyan warily.

Wang Ma didn't move, and Fu Hanting didn't speak.

"Wang Ma!" Wang Yao was anxious, "What are you doing in a daze! Why don't you hurry up, I can't call you anymore, right? Do you still want to do it?!"

Wang Ma looked up at Wang Yao, "I'll..."

"Wang Ma, go and rest," Fu Chenyan directly interrupted her, "Your hand is injured, be careful not to touch the water recently."

"It's okay, young master." Wang Ma covered the wound on her hand, "This wound is nothing."

Fu Hanting looked at Fu Chenyan, and finally sighed, "Okay, just listen to Shen Yan, Sister Wang, go back and rest."

"Then, thank you sir."

After Wang Ma left, there were only four of them left in the restaurant.

"Aunt Wang, don't you want to?" Fu Chenyan looked up at him, "Didn't you say you would treat me like my mother did before, my mother used to peel apples for me herself."

Wang Yao was so angry that her face was about to contort.

"Yaoyao, hurry up, be careful not to cut your hand."

In the final analysis, Fu Hanting still turned to his son, because he had a guilty conscience.

"Okay!" Wang Yao gritted her teeth, "I'll go!"

"Oh, by the way, Aunt Wang, please cut it into pieces for me, and bring it to me," Fu Chenyan said with a smile, "Thank you, you have worked hard."

This tone seemed to be ordering a servant.

Wang Yao gave Fu Chenyan a vicious look, and slammed the door behind the kitchen.

Now, there were only three people left in the restaurant.

"Shen Yan," Fu Hanting said, "Your Aunt Wang has a quick temper, but she is not a bad person. Sometimes you should not be too harsh on her."

Fu Chenyan smiled: "Can't you see that I'm very happy?"

Fu Hanting said in a deep voice: "Shen Yan, don't go too far!"

"Is it too much?" Fu Chenyan looked at him, "I just let her do what my mother did back then, is it too much?"

Fu Hanting felt ashamed and had nothing to say.

The weekly family dinner is always so unpleasant.

However, they were the only ones who were unhappy. On the contrary, this day of the week was Fu Chenyan's happiest day.

He took out a napkin and wiped his hands, stood up, "I'm going back."

"It's getting dark, let your Uncle Zhang see you off."

"No need," Fu Chenyan said, "I know the way."

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