The towering building is proudly hung with the logo of the Fu Group, and everyone who enters and exits is dressed in formal attire, looking like an elite.

A car slowly stopped at the door, and not long after, two figures, one big and one small, came down from above.

Fu Shaochen looked at his son who was three meters away from him, but didn't force him to get closer, and said calmly, "Follow."

Yun Jin withdrew her gaze, looked at his back, and followed him up.

He is short, and the people at the front desk didn't notice him at first. Seeing that Mr. Fu didn't go through after swiping the door control, he was a little surprised. He didn't react until he saw the little carrot behind him.

This is the little prince?
It is said that Mr. Fu has a son whose mother is unknown. The Fu family protects him very well. No one knows what he looks like. Why did he bring him here today?
When they got on the elevator, the front desk excitedly opened the leaderless group and quickly shared the news.

Upstairs, all the elites of the Fu family were dumbfounded. Mr. Fu brought the little prince here?

Can you finally know what the legendary little prince looks like?
Before he had time to speak, the door of the elevator leading directly to the president's office opened, and everyone hurriedly put their hands on their computers, looking quietly at the people who walked in from the corner of their eyes.

This is the little prince?
It looks too cute!

The chubby little face makes people want to pinch it. He wears a small suit and follows Mr. Fu, with the same stern face as him. However, Mr. Fu is so majestic that people dare not look directly at it. Put it in the reduced version He is so cute in contrast, so cute that the girls in the office can't wait to hold him in their arms and give him a good rub!
However, this is only for thinking about it, and they dare not pinch them if they really want to.

Sensing their scrutiny, Yun Jin continued to walk forward without changing his face, and already had a general understanding of Mrs. Fu in his heart.

very rich.

In the financial center with the most expensive land, even if the entire building is contracted, it will cost a lot of money.

And he felt that with this man's temperament, the possibility of buying it was even greater.

He received a lot of tasks on the Hacking League and made a lot of money, but compared with this man, it seemed like a drop in the bucket.

Thinking of this, Yun Jin frowned again, he was still too weak.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing him standing still at the door, his brows were tightly frowned, as if something was bothering him, he raised his eyebrows, "Why, do you have a problem with my company?"

"No." Yun Jin glanced at him and said calmly, "I need a computer."

Fu Shaochen directly gave him the laptop on his desk.

Yun Jin took it, hugged her, walked to the sofa and sat down. The sofa was very soft, and his whole body was sinking in after he sat on it. Even so, his back was still straight, and when he turned on the computer, it took only a second. Arrived at the main interface.

He was a little surprised in his heart, he didn't expect his computer to be quite fast, but also, he was rich, so the things he used must be the best.

He tapped his fingers quickly on the computer, but within two or three minutes, he wrote a code, so that what he did with this computer today would leave no traces.

After doing all this, he opened the browser and entered a URL, and soon, a dark interface appeared in front of him, with only four large characters written on it - Hacker Union.

After skillfully logging into his account, he browsed the taskbar and picked the one with the highest price.

He also has to make good money, and he can't let his mother live worse with him than with this man.

Seeing him sitting there obediently, Fu Shaochen didn't care what he was doing. He sat down and began to process the documents accumulated in the past few days. For a while, only the sound of flipping documents and typing was left in the room.

It wasn't until someone ran in howling that the silence of the room was interrupted.

"Brother, you are back!"

The man hugged Fu Shaochen and shouted like he hadn't seen him in decades.

Yun Jin raised her head to look at him when she heard the commotion, and saw that the person who came was about 24 or [-] years old. He looked a bit like Fu Shaochen, but their temperaments were quite different.

The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his delicate collarbone, and his red flaming hair on his head. He didn't look like a serious person.

Coming to a conclusion in her heart, Yun Jin looked away without interest.

Fu Shaohang didn't know that he was complaining about him in his heart, hugged Fu Shaochen and cried, and shouted sadly at the top of his voice: "Brother, I was cuckolded!"

Fu Shaochen pushed the person away in disgust, straightened the messed up clothes, and asked, "When did you have a girlfriend?"

"Xiaohong, have you forgotten?" Fu Shaohang pulled a chair and sat down.

Fu Shaochen thought for a while, "That sports car?"

"Yeah, it's that little red. It's my favorite. I thought I'd save up enough money to bring it back, but I didn't expect someone to buy it first. Huh, I'm too miserable. Am I destined to have nothing to do with Xiaohong?"

He howled so badly, Fu Shaochen frowned, "Shut up."

Fu Shaohang stopped talking all of a sudden, and looked at him aggrievedly. If he hadn't frozen his card, he wouldn't be able to afford 8000 million.

Seeing his thoughts, Fu Shaochen snorted coldly, "You have the face to say it? You don't know what you did?"

If he hadn't run to Fu Ziji to talk nonsense, would he have run away from home?

Fu Shaohang also thought of this matter, he was guilty and dared not speak, he just said casually, who would have thought that the little guy had such a temper, coughed lightly, and asked, "Then Ju Bao is back now."

"En." Fu Shaochen nodded, his chin pointing towards the direction of the sofa, and Fu Shaohang looked along, only to find that there was another person on the sofa.

Immediately surprised, he walked over and rubbed his head, "Ju Bao, why didn't you call me, you used to like me the most, why, are you really mad at Second Uncle?"

The hair that had just been combed was messed up by him again, Yun Jin frowned and moved aside, smoothed her hair, and then said softly: "No."

Seeing him like this, Fu Shaohang blinked strangely, and he didn't think too much, just pretending that he was still angry, and took out something from his pocket with a smile, "Dang Dang Dang, see what I brought you."

A lollipop.

Yun Jin looked away and looked at him expressionlessly, as if looking at a fool.

Unable to see his stupidity, Fu Shaochen interjected, "Who bought that car?"

Speaking of this matter, Fu Shaohang immediately regained his spirits, and said angrily: "I don't know, I only know what it is called Yunman, and it sounds like a woman's name. It's a pity that my little red is such a waste of everything. Spoiled."

Yun Jin raised her head the moment he said the word Yun Man, and when she heard what he said behind her, she said displeasedly, "Why did you waste everything?"

Mom's racing skills are not even comparable to Uncle Job, the most professional racing driver, and the car will be of the greatest value when it is in her hands.

It was rare to see him defending someone like this, and he was still a stranger. Fu Shaochen gave him a thoughtful look, but didn't speak.

Fu Shaohang was also stunned for a moment, and then took it for granted: "Women are all road killers. Even if they are good at driving, they are limited to no bumps. They can only drive sports cars as ordinary cars. Isn't this a waste? The existence of sports cars It’s not driving at a speed of thirty or forty miles.”

Yun Jin sneered, "You also said that it is a part, not the whole. The most powerful people in the world have never been stipulated that they can only be men."

At least his mother has few men who can match her.

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