Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

Hearing Wen Xiaorou's words, the young man was taken aback, and then a gentle smile returned to his face.

He said slowly: "Miss Wen, my surname is Fu, and my name is Yanyu."

"It's Fu Hongyun's younger brother."

Wen Xiaorou stopped in her tracks, turned to look at him, and looked the man up and down: "No wonder he looks a bit like my husband."

"But not as handsome as my husband."

Although Fu Yanyu and Fu Hongyun are half-brothers, both of them look like their father, so their eyebrows are [-]% similar.

But the temperament of the two is very different.

Fu Hongyun is dignified and cold, exudes arrogance from the bottom of her heart, and she is also ruthless and courageous in her actions.

Fu Yanyu's temperament is completely opposite to Fu Hongyun's. He is elegant and introverted, and his health is not very good. He goes in and out of the hospital every day.

A pretty face was almost always sickly.

Because of this, many daughters of aristocratic families who are waiting to marry feel very sorry.

The well-behaved heir of the Fu family should be the most dazzling existence in the empire, but because of his health, the children of the family dare not get close to him easily.

After all, I don't want to be a widow.

Or the second marriage and remarriage, causing the commercial value of the marriage to plummet.

What kind of disease Fu Yanyu suffered from, no outsider knows so far.

All I know is that he is weak.

A small illness in two days, a serious illness in three days.

While speaking, Fu Yanyu coughed lightly twice.

He was trying his best to suppress the rising discomfort in his body, holding his breath, and lowered his cough.

Wen Xiaorou was taken aback by his frail appearance.

Fu Yanyu coughed continuously, her pale face turned bluer, and even a thin layer of sweat oozes from her forehead.

Out of humanitarianism, Wen Xiaorou asked, "Do you need help?"

Fu Yanyu barely stopped coughing, and waved his hands again and again, as if he really didn't want outsiders to see him at the moment: "No, Miss Wen, you can go."

Wen Xiaorou stopped staying and walked straight forward.

Seeing the girl walking away without the slightest nostalgia, a wry smile appeared on Fu Yanyu's pale face.

Wen Xiaorou walked half a circle around the spacious 39th floor, tired, then walked back to the office silently.

Passing by the conference room where Fu Yanyu was, Wen Xiaorou took a special glance.

The frail man was gone.

This was the first time Wen Xiaorou saw Fu Yanyu, for some reason, that elegant and polite man didn't leave the slightest good impression on her.

Wen Xiaorou felt that he was not a good person!

Wen Xiaorou walked back to the office, pushed open the door, her resentful expression suddenly became energetic.

With cheerful steps, she ran to Fu Hongyun's side, and threw herself into his arms, her voice full of grievances.

"Husband, where have you been?"

"I searched for half a circle and couldn't find you."

Fu Hongyun hugged her and stroked her cheek: "I have something urgent to deal with, so I went to the meeting room in Building B."

Wen Xiaorou lay on top of him: "Oh..."

Suddenly thinking of something, she suddenly raised her head: "I just met a bad guy!"

"He said he was not a bad person, but I saw through it at a glance."

"The bad guys say they are not bad guys, husband, do you think so?"

Before Fu Hongyun could reply, a voice came from the opposite chair: "Ahem!"

The voice was familiar.

Wen Xiaorou was taken aback.

Turning around, she saw that Fu Yanyu was sitting on the opposite chair, looking at her and smiling, his face was still peaceful.

Wen Xiaorou: When she just ran over, her eyes were on Fu Hongyun, and she didn't notice that there was a man sitting opposite.

Fu Yanyu finally stopped coughing, with a slight smile on his face.

He looked at Wen Xiaorou's surprised eyes, and explained seriously: "Miss Wen, I'm really not a bad person."

Wen Xiaorou was too lazy to argue with him, she turned her head, buried her face in Fu Hongyun's arms, and did not answer.

Fu Hongyun stroked the little girl's hair and smoothed it for her.

For a while, he stared at the resume in his hand, his black eyes were dark, like an endless deep pool, and he never looked at Fu Yanyu from the beginning to the end.

"Are you sure you want to come to film? Your dad agrees?"

Fu Yanyu corrected, "Brother, it's our dad."

Fu Hongyun raised her eyes, her eyes were as cold as a knife, and she stared straight at Fu Yanyu.

His icy eyes are like falcons, no extra words are needed, the murderous chill overflows from his eyes, staring straight at makes people tremble with fear.

Fu Yanyu changed her words: "My dad agrees."

Fu Hongyun looked away, without wasting any emotion, and said in a cold tone: "If you want to film, it's useless to find me."

"You might as well go the serious way, there will be an audition tomorrow morning."

Fu Yanyu was not surprised to be rejected.

He had expected a long time ago that Fu Hongyun would not help him. He came today just to try his luck.

Fu Yanyu stopped staying, stood up and walked out: "Brother, excuse me, I'll go back first."

"Wait!"

Fu Hongyun picked up the resume on the table and threw it in front of him: "Bring your things."

After a moment of silence, he pointedly said: "Don't worry about things that don't belong to you."

"What doesn't belong to you, you can't take it away no matter how much you grab."

Fu Yanyu's smile froze on his face, which was uglier than crying. He picked up his resume and walked out.

Fu Hongyun reached out and tugged at the tie, unbuttoned the top button of the shirt, and let out a snort.

Where did Fu Yanyu sing today?

He has never studied acting, all he has learned is economics and finance. He was raised as the heir of the Fu family since he was a child, and he has no experience in acting at all.

Come to act suddenly? !

A hint of sarcasm appeared on Fu Hongyun's face.

What else can the mother and son figure out?

They just wanted to take everything from Fu Hongyun.

It would be best if Fu Hongyun could stay in the dark and damp stinky ditch all the time, never turning over.

Thinking of this, Fu Hongyun's complexion suddenly darkened, and a layer of gloom covered Ruyu's face.

"Honey, are you unhappy?"

Wen Xiaorou lay in his arms, her clear eyes reflected the man's gloomy face.

She was keenly aware of the change in his mood.

Fu Hongyun lowered her head and saw that sweet little face and the concern in the little girl's pupils.

The annoyance in his heart disappeared in an instant, and a ray of bright sunshine shone into his gloomy heart like the sun was shining through the clouds.

Fu Hongyun hugged the girl, kissed her lightly, and said in a clear voice, "I was unhappy when I saw Roubao."

Wen Xiaorou smiled sweetly at him, and kissed his lips back.

Fu Hongyun picked up the girl with one hand and walked out of the office: "Good boy, go home."

Wen Xiaorou sat on his arm, with her small hands around his neck: "OK..."

Fu Hongyun walked into the company building with the girl in his arms, but housekeeper Zhang had been waiting for a long time.

The two got into the car, and the car sped towards the villa halfway up the mountain.

Wen Xiaorou leaned in the man's arms, thinking about things all the time.

Why did Fu Yanyu suddenly want to film?

Her intuition told her that things were not that simple.

Wen Xiaorou didn't have the slightest affection for that young man who looked weak and full of yin.

She thought for a while, then rubbed her little head in Fu Hongyun's arms, her sweet little milk voice coquettishly said, "Husband, I also want to make a movie."

"Can I go to your crew for an audition tomorrow?"