I like you, my nature is hard to change

Chapter 7: Send files, ask for WeChat

"Grandpa, you are looking for me." Fu Qingyuan walked over slowly, as if walking in a leisurely courtyard, mixed with a dignified and elegant appearance.

Na Chuan, who was following behind, did not dare to appear in front of Master Fu so boldly, but he had inquired with the butler in advance, and Mr. Fu was angry, and it was because he stayed with Fu Qingyuan.

"Could you please hurry up and pretend to show it to someone? You two are going to piss me off. One or two are not doing their jobs properly and hang out with each other every day." It doesn't matter if Mr. Fu doesn't say anything, it will make him angry old life.

"Hey, grandpa, what you said is wrong. We both have serious jobs, and whoever is not doing it properly." Hearing these words, Na Chuan was naturally unwilling. He obviously worked hard and did a good job. OK.

The butler has already prepared a quick heart-saving pill, the young master and the master are not talking about the same point.

"Who wants you to work hard? What does it mean for two big men to stick together every day? Why don't you hurry up and find a wife and come back? There's no use for having so much money." Mr. Fu said while reaching out to the butler. hands.

"Master, be angry if you are angry, don't forget the business." The butler reminded him from the side.

"It's all about you bastard, who caused me to forget the big business." In order to highlight how big this matter is, Mr. Fu even made a gesture with his hands.

"Yuan'er, you can send a document to a friend of Grandpa's now, and the document will be placed in my house in Qingtai Garden." Mr. Fu hurriedly looked at Fu Qingyuan, fearing that he would not agree.

"You still know that it's your house." Fu Qingyuan didn't agree in a hurry, but said such a sentence in a vague way, looking at Mr. Fu with deep and dark eyes.

"I want you to take care of my affairs." Before the housekeeper had time to stop him, Elder Fu said this outrageously.

"Then, I don't really want to take care of your affairs, Grandpa." Fu Qingyuan had a smile in the corner of his eyes, and he was about to leave after speaking.

"You son of a bitch, if you leave, I, I, I will, I." Mr. Fu was me for a long time, but he didn't know why, and he didn't dare to curse himself, he still cherished his life, Except for tricking that girl back a few days ago, I didn't dare anymore.

"Okay, master, the young master has already left. He went back to get it. You should send him the detailed address quickly. The young master loves the master the most. Why don't you go?" The housekeeper tried to persuade Fu In the end, Mr. Fu awkwardly sent the detailed address to Na Chuan.

"Grandpa sent a message." Na Chuan looked at his phone, a little terrified.

"You'd better watch it yourself." After speaking, he threw the mobile phone in his hand like a hot potato to Fu Qingyuan.

Fu Qingyuan was sitting in the car, with his black suit jacket put aside, and even wearing a white shirt, he looked extremely dignified. His slender legs were superimposed, and his deep eyes were focused on Na Chuan's cell phone.

The handsome face has no expression.

But when he saw the last sentence, the corners of his brows still couldn't help twitching. The original words of this sentence were: When you see that girl, you must ask for her WeChat account, otherwise, I will check when you come back , If you don't finish, I will never finish with you, believe it or not, I ran away from home again.

Fu Qingyuan seemed a little helpless. Two years ago, the patriarchs of several big families ran away from home together, and there was no news. A group of them searched for two months. Later, they came back by themselves, dressed in rags, They almost couldn't enter the city and were dismissed as beggars. Finally, they asked where they went and what they did. When they met those people, a group of old men refused to tell them whether they lived or died, and said they promised to keep it secret. Those who go to ask for debts are so strict in defense.

Fu Qingyuan edited a message and sent it, then closed his eyes and took a nap.

Over there, Mr. Fu almost blew up when he received the reply, but he just wanted to catch Fu Qingyuan and beat him up.

The original words are: Do you think I will let you have the possibility to run away from home.

"It's just that I don't think much of me." Old Fu jumped angrily.

And here Fu Qingyuan has successfully obtained the file and rushed towards the first school.

"Principal Yan. Is the person the old man is looking for reliable? They haven't come for so long." Mo Zishu dozed off a little bit. Sitting in the teaching office, she was so bored that the teacher in the teaching office took some test papers for her to do. , should be changed almost now.

"Hurry up." Principal Yan casually looked at the test papers that the teacher in the teaching office should come out. They were all full marks. His heart couldn't take it anymore. In just half an hour, the girl Mo Zishu made a four-point sheet In the interview paper, he knew how perverted the test questions were. He didn't know Mo Zishu's grades before, and he just thought it was not bad based on his feeling. Now, it's not just good.

"dong dong"

"Please come in." Yan Haikuan thought that the person delivering the files had arrived, and when he looked up, he almost scared him to death.

"Qing, Qingyuan, why are you here?" Yan Haikuan smiled on his face, but secretly scolded old man Fu for being unkind.

"Here to deliver the materials." Fu Qingyuan said lightly, his eyes fixed on the sleeping figure lying on the desk.

"Shu Shu, wake up and someone is coming." Yan Haikuan called Mo Zishu.

"Here?" Mo Zishu was stunned as soon as she raised her head. Isn't this the two people she met in the ward yesterday? Why are they here.

Maybe because of his drowsy sleep, he didn't hear Yan Haikuan's words clearly.

"Damn it, why is it you." Na Chuan jumped out from behind Fu Qingyuan with an expression of disbelief.

"It can't be me." Mo Zishu narrowed her eyes, and looked at Na Chuan with ambiguity.

Fu Qingyuan suddenly remembered how he fell asleep yesterday, and a smile appeared on his thin lips.

"Hey, old man Fu asked you to get my file for me." Mo Zishu walked towards Fu Qingyuan, wanting to get her file bag.

Yan Haikuan had a pessimistic look on his face, you can't hold back a little when his grandson is here, and call him old man Fu in front of him, and you can't make him mad.

"Miss Zishu, you have to tell me your WeChat ID first before I can give it to you. This is the task my grandfather entrusted to me, and I must complete it." Fu Qingyuan hid his hands behind the file bag, clearly seeing Seeing Mo Zishu's flawless, white as jade hands, she was a little dazed.

"Oh, just add WeChat. It's so troublesome to remember my WeChat ID." Without thinking twice, Mo Zishu took out her mobile phone and clicked on WeChat. It is true that her WeChat ID is complicated and difficult to remember.

Everyone around except Mo Zishu and Fu Qingyuan were petrified.

"Is this the original Young Master Fu?" Na Chuan growled deep in his heart.

Yan Haikuan, on the other hand, regretted believing that old fox, old man Fu, who said that his grandchildren should not be allowed to approach Shushu on his own initiative. That old man Fu was so shameless that he didn't accept what he said.

However, at this time, he was immersed in the joy that his inferior grandson successfully got the little girl's WeChat account, and completely forgot about the matter he took the initiative to mention at the beginning, as well as his personal promise.