Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

Now that the words have been brought, the Fu family will naturally have to return.

Fu Qingye found a time and went back to Fu's old house in the afternoon.

Before the old man took a nap, he pushed open the door.

Cao Xihua, who was still pouring tea for the old man, gave his hand a pause, raised his head in surprise, and looked at Fu Qingye who came in through the door.

After realizing that there was no one following him, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief and greeted him with a smile.

"Aye is back." She took Fu Qingye's coat, handed it to the servant, and winked at Fu Qingye, "The old man has been thinking about you these days. Come and talk to your grandfather."

Fu Qingye nodded slightly and didn't say much.

He walked straight towards the old man, with the same respectful attitude as before.

"Grandpa." Fu Qingye naturally sat down next to the old man, took over Cao Xihua's work, added water to the old man's teacup and pushed it over.

"Hmph." Mr. Fu tapped the ground with his cane, his expression a little indifferent: "You still know how to come back. I won't let your mother bring you a message. Are you planning not to enter this house?"

"Some things have been delayed recently." Fu Qingye didn't care what he said, and replied directly.

With that said, Fu Qingye glanced in Cao Xihua's direction.

When Cao Xihua received Fu Qingye's eyes, he naturally understood, and without stopping, he smiled directly and said to Mr. Fu: "You two are chatting, I'll go back to the room first."

No one disputes this.

It was Fu Qingye's housewife who said to Cao Xihua, "Mom, it's getting cold, keep warm."

Cao Xihua stood at the stairs, nodding in response.

"understood."

When Cao Xihua went upstairs, Mr. Fu looked at Fu Qingye with dissatisfaction: "You are considerate of your mother."

Fu Qingye smiled: "Isn't this what you hoped, Grandpa? When you brought me back to Fu's house, the first thing you said to me was that you hoped that I could treat my mother as my own mother in the future."

Mr. Fu's expression darkened for a moment.

After a while, he took a sip of tea from his teacup and said coldly, "I'm still wrong about that."

"What's wrong?" Fu Qingye sat back and poured tea for himself.

The movements are slow and elegant, and they are slow and unhurried, full of indescribable extravagance.

"A person can only have one mother in this life. It shouldn't be like your biological mother, but she is your biological mother."

Mr. Fu's tone was somewhat meaningful.

Fu Qingye paused slightly while drinking tea from the teacup.

He understood what the old man meant.

All along, the old man always thought that he didn't have one heart with them.He always thinks about his parents.Especially his mother, who is the person he is most worried about.

Therefore, he always made a fuss about his relationship with Cao Xihua.

In the past, every time the old man talked about this relationship, it would more or less cause Fu Qingye's dissatisfaction, or a rebound in his relationship with Cao Xihua.

Especially this time.

But about this point, I believe the old man himself knows.

But if he knew, why did he talk about it?

Fu Qingye held the cup and slowly tasted the aroma of the tea in the cup.

He only felt that the heat blowing towards his face dazzled his pupils.

Looking at the attitude of the old man, Fu Qingye vaguely guessed that he was probably dissatisfied with Cao Xihua, or doubted her behavior, thinking that she was no longer with him, so he used this method to provoke Fu The relationship between Qingye and Cao Xihua.

The relationship between them is very delicate, if you don't grasp it a little bit, it will come back.

Fu Qingye didn't speak for a while, it happened to be an attitude that satisfied the old man.

Then, the old man waved his hand, and the expression on his face became more natural.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Tell me what you have been busy with recently."

Fu Qingye came back to his senses, with a slightly cold expression on his face, "Shouldn't Grandpa know what I've been up to lately?"

After finishing speaking, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a little chill in his eyes.

"Didn't my cousin report to Grandpa in advance?"

The old man's eyes were sharp for an instant.

He stared at Fu Qingye, and slowly touched his crutch.

Then, he laughed and said, "Your cousin has indeed said hello in advance about the project. At that time, I also considered that the Dragon King Temple might be flooded. It is a bit against the project you have in hand."

Hedge?

Fu Qingye sneered inwardly.

The old man used a word that couldn't be simpler.

But in fact, it is not as simple as hedging at all.

"About the project in my hand, I brought it here for you to review before executing it." Fu Qingye looked directly at the old man, "You should know how important this project is to the company. Then why do you agree to express Uncle's project?"

The old man looked at him coolly, with an unclear attitude.

"Do you think that if I don't agree, your cousin won't do it?" Mr. Fu nodded his cane, "I'm old and I can't control so much. He came to ask me, but it's just a formality. In the huge In the face of interests, who would hold such a big piece of cake and refuse to reach out? Ah Ye, you must have thought the rest of the Fu family too simply."

With just a few simple sentences, the old man has already removed all responsibility.

Originally, Fu Qingye didn't intend to find any responsibility from him.

But it was a bit unexpected to hear him shirk responsibility like this.

Since when did the old man lose the momentum to scold himself directly?
Fu Qingye looked him up and down, could it be that he really felt old?

Just thinking about this, I heard the old man continue: "Your current position is given to you by me. But it does not mean that you can sit securely in this position. The Fu family has a great career, not to mention our main family, it is the collateral Among these companies, who is not thinking about your current position?"

The old man looked at Fu Qingye: "Take the matter of your cousin as an example. If you were really secure in this seat, would he still do such a thing? In the final analysis, it is still your current seat It's just not stable."

Fu Qingye's voice was a little heavy.

"Grandpa means that I don't have the ability to sit firmly in this seat?"

"You were trained by me. If you don't have the ability to sit firmly in this seat, who else can?" Old Master Fu tapped his cane dissatisfied.

After a pause, he finally spoke slowly.

"What I mean is that there is no problem with your ability, but the influence is not enough. Especially the influence that supports you is not enough."

Then, as the old man spoke, he shifted his gaze to Fu Qingye's face.

"Only your mother's influence is not enough. Your own side, your future wife also needs to give you a certain amount of help."