Twin Treasures From Heaven: Daddy Dotes on His Wife 1v1

Sun Weiwei snorted disdainfully, "What can Xingmang's statement explain? The opinion of the board of directors is the imperial decree? Che~Fu Yi, don't you understand me after so many years? As long as you raise your own value, how many A month later, Xingmang still begs you to sign with me with a shy face, and they will give you whatever you want when the time comes, you don't even have the guts to yell at me?"

Fu Yi slapped the table with his palm, and said in a tone of helplessness and resentment: "Sister Weiwei, my dear sister Weiwei, it's you who should see the situation clearly? Don't you know that the CEO of Xingmang went to the office in person today? Is it about Ming Hui begging to see Luo Qiqi? This world has changed a long time ago, do you think it's still your world?"

"What president? Where did Xingmang come from for the president?"

Seeing her ignorant and ignorant face, Fu Yi knew that she was going cold, and his patience had disappeared, whether it was talking to her or walking on with her.

Fu Yi breathed a sigh of relief, frowned deeply, and said, "Qin Ao, Xingmang's new president, have you heard of this name?"

"Qin Ao..." Sun Weiwei tried her best to search for information about this name in her mind, vaguely remembering where she heard it, but she didn't have an accurate answer.

Fu Yi answered simply and rudely: "He is the sole heir of the Qin Group, the kind of person who can destroy you with just a word of mouth."

Sun Weiwei's brain instantly roared and exploded like a volcanic eruption.

The Qin Group, to her, is so unmatched by four words, even if it is well-known in the entertainment circle.It not only owns Star Entertainment, but also Qin's Films and FORU Video App with a market value of over one billion.

However, how could a big man like Qin Ao condescend to take charge of an entertainment company?This is too ridiculous, right?

Sun Weiwei refused to believe it, and even satirized Fu Yi with a smile: "Where did you hear this news? Can you think about it?"

Fu Yi smiled instead of anger, he had expected her to react like this, for an arrogant person like her, if she didn't go to the Steamer Hell to be weighed, she would not know her weight.

He raised his thin lips lightly, and his smile became even more contemptuous, "Who knows? Everyone is spreading rumors about who Luo Qiqi's husband is. He can help her airborne Minghui and give her a diamond ring worth tens of millions. What do you want? Don't even guess, who is that person?"

Sun Weiwei's face slowly lost its color, and her hands on the handle of the chair suddenly tightened.

Fu Yi continued briskly: "Also, I remembered something I heard a few years ago. Li Heng, Minghui's boss back then, are you familiar with it? It is said that he was imprisoned there by Qin What Ao exposed... You said, the mysterious chairman of Ming Hui who has not shown up for many years, could it be him too?"

"Heh~ heh~ no! No! She Luo Qiqi is not that lucky!" Sun Weiwei stood up excitedly, like an ant on a hot pot, circling in the small recording studio, biting her fingernails nervously, her body The fat trembled.

"I think she deserves all of this." Fu Yi glanced at her, "It's you, who barks all day without any skills, I've had enough of you! If you want to fight her, I won't stop you, but From today onwards, please forgive me and never accompany me again!"

After finishing speaking, Fu Yi strode towards the door.

"Stop! You are not allowed to leave! If you dare to leave me, I will disclose all the good things you have done these years! I will hold you back even if I die!"

Sun Weiwei grabbed him frantically, and screamed at him with her neck raised, but she didn't know that she didn't look vicious at all, but was as pathetic as a stray dog ​​begging for mercy.

Fu Yi's eyes fell on her fat and greasy paws. Didn't she know that she had a cleanliness?
He shook it vigorously, suppressing the nausea in his heart, and replied: "Sun Weiwei, I advise you to stop in moderation! Threatening me will only add an enemy to yourself, and you will die even worse than now!"

Sun Weiwei got up from the ground and rushed to him again: "Barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes. If you don't accompany me to play this scene to the end, I can destroy you too! I have all the evidence of your evil deeds!"

Fu Yi dodged to dodge, opened the door, and turned around to give her the last advice: "No one in the circle knows that you are a manager with a strong desire to control and pervert. If you have the ability, you should expose it. Then we will see if everyone believes in you or me. .Which one of those plans was not initiated by you? I am at best an accomplice being used. Let’s take care of ourselves from now on. See you again, Sun Weiwei.”

Fu Yi had been waiting for this day for a long time, so when he left, he didn't have a trace of nostalgia under his feet.

Sun Weiwei rushed out the door and roared in the corridor: "Fu Yi!! You wait for me! If you can't kill me, I'm your grandson!"

Fu Yi turned around and walked into the elevator, and pressed the door close button, shutting out all the noise.Not only that, from now on, he will also isolate all doubts from the world, because he has this capital, and he also holds a trump card in his hand.

Fu Yi returned to his car, clicked on a string of recent phone numbers, and dialed them without thinking: "Secretary An, can we meet now?"

He replied to Qin without emotion: "Yes. Have you considered it?"

"Well, Sun Weiwei and I have completely formed a cooperative relationship with Qin Ao, and I want to sign a contract with Feng Ling as soon as possible."

"We have already made arrangements for your work, and you can sign a contract at any time. I will send the location to your mobile phone, and just bring your name badge."

After the meal, the servants were cleaning up the kitchen when Qin Nanfeng walked in suddenly, they all stopped and bowed to him.

Qin Nanfeng walked to the ingredients cabinet, picked and said, "Go out first, and come in later to clean up."

The servants quickly evacuated from the kitchen. Qin Nanfeng held a bag of pasta in his left hand and two tomatoes in his right. His slender, white palms looked astonishingly large.

Then he opened the freezer of the refrigerator and quickly found a piece of Wagyu beef, which had just been shipped home from Japan at noon.Luo Qiqi loves wagyu beef the most on weekdays, but freezing it will destroy the texture of the beef, so Qin Nanfeng ordered the chef to buy it once a week and eat it on the same day.

He threw the wagyu beef on the cutting board, then picked up a kitchen knife, carefully sliced ​​and chopped it along the texture of the muscle.Then move to the stove, cook the tomatoes on the left, and boil the water on the right to prepare the bottom. After the tomatoes are ripe, take them out and put them in cold water to peel them. The next step is to use a blender to make a slurry and season them.

He can't count how many times he has made spaghetti Bolognese repeatedly. In the few months after Luo Qiqi woke up after a year of coma, he couldn't get used to Italian food, so he learned to make all kinds of pasta. The pasta, she ate it all every time.

Qin Nanfeng took the cooked pasta out of the pot, set the plate, went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of Riesling, poured half a glass, served with sour food, and when the sour and sour meet, it produces a little bit of sweetness, which is perfect for relieving greasy up.

Qin Nanfeng went upstairs with the dinner plate, and the servants re-entered the kitchen and started to work.

When he opened the door and walked in, Luo Qiqi was taking a shower. He made room for the messy tea table, put it on a plate, took a random document and looked it up, and found that she was looking up domestic entertainment laws. The brokerage contract that Fu Yi once signed.

How long will she have to work hard for a little shit?
Qin Nanfeng's irritable expression was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows. He took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, and long pressed the shortcut call button "4".

The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up, and the melancholy between his brows grew a little more: "Fu Yi's matter hasn't been settled yet?"