The ex-husband always thinks that the husband is more expensive than the son

Fu Chengyu had been to Tianchen Group before. At that time, he was wearing a custom-made suit, followed by an equally cold assistant.

But this time when he came to Tianchen Group, he was wearing a sportswear of an unknown brand, and his hair was untrimmed. It was loose and fluffy, and his cold aura was much less.

Although ordinary sportswear is worn by him, it looks like the most popular new fashion of the season, but this is too unbelievable!

The employees of Tianchen Group stared dumbfounded at Boss Fu just wearing sportswear and following their Boss Yun into the elevator.

The audience was silent, no one dared to speak.

After the elevator went up, everyone let out a sigh of relief, you look at me, I look at you, talking in low voices.

"What's going on, why did Boss Fu follow Boss Yun to Tianchen Company and still dress like that?"

"Aren't they officially divorced? Why does this relationship look okay?"

"Didn't you see that Mr. Yun's expression is quite cold, but Mr. Fu is smiling instead!"

"Did the two of them switch bodies and have different personalities?"

"Does it mean that Boss Fu regrets divorcing Boss Yun? I think our Boss Yun is better than that Xia Xuexue, and he looks good too!"

"I really want to rush to the office to eat melons on the spot!"

Of course Yunsu couldn't hear the heated discussions of these people, so she went directly to her office.

Fu Chengyu followed closely.

Yunsu only looked up at him, frowned, but didn't make a sound to stop him from coming in.

After Fu Chengyu entered the office, he looked around and sat down on the sofa.

Yunsu sat down at his desk.

There are already some documents that she needs to deal with piled up on the desk. The secretary put them into her office early in the morning. The pile is so high that it takes a whole day to deal with it.

Yunsu only thought that Fu Chengyu was transparent, and after he started working, he focused on him and didn't pay attention to him anymore.

Fu Chengyu leaned on the sofa, looked at Yunsu's direction, and was slightly lost in thought. There seemed to be a light in his mind, and the memory scene that appeared in the light was the scene when he was with Yunsu.

Her smile and her shyness seemed to be engraved into a picture, and when he wanted to recall it, he remembered it in his mind.

Fu Chengyu saw some A4 papers, some pencils, and some drawings that looked like buildings on the coffee table, so he couldn't help but pick them up and look at them.

The drawings were all semi-finished, very scribbled, but his fingertips couldn't help touching them.

Fu Chengyu picked up the pencil, took out a new piece of white paper, and lowered his head to draw.

After finishing some work, Yunsu realized that the coffee in hand was finished. She raised her hand to make an intercom call to ask the secretary to pour her a cup. When she looked up, she saw Fu Chengyu sitting on the sofa, writing and drawing with a pen and paper.

She frowned, subconsciously put down the pen in her hand, raised her legs and walked over.

The sound of Yunsu's high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground was so soft that Fu Chengyu didn't notice it.

Walking to the sofa, Yunsu looked down and found that Fu Chengyu was drawing a picture. She looked down at the content of the painting carefully and was stunned.

Fu Chengyu was very good at drawing when he was studying, not inferior to her. In those years, he often drew sketches, and the subject of the sketches was only her and no one else. Therefore, when he painted himself, he could draw her lifelike.

The piece of paper in his hand now draws a quick sketch scene. In the scene, he is riding a bicycle while she is sitting on the back seat and wrapping his waist around his waist while reading.

The golden sycamore leaves on the street were scattered all over the ground. When the wind blew, the sycamore leaves were also blown up. She picked up a leaf with a smile on her face, as if she was saying something, and Fu Chengyu turned his head to return to her.

In this sketch, the smiles of the two of them are very sincere, and they are happy from the heart.

Also, he paints her better than he paints himself.

Yunsu's eyes quickly moved to Fu Chengyu's face. The expression on his face was soft at the moment, and his dark eyes were full of emotion, as if the scene was right in front of his eyes.

"Have you recovered your memory?" Yunsu pulled out the piece of paper from Fu Chengyu's hand.

Because Fu Chengyu was caught off guard, the pencil drew a heavy black line on the drawing, and that black line directly crossed Yunsu and his face.

Fu Chengyu raised his head to look at Yunsu, his handsome and thin face looked a little dazed because of his astonishment.

"Have you recovered your memory?" Yunsu held the piece of paper and asked again, staring at the expression on Fu Chengyu's face, trying to read something from his face.

But when he saw Yunsu approaching, he rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand, and pulled Yunsu onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist very naturally, and buried his face on her collarbone: "Are you Are you tired of looking at the documents?"

He dodges his own questions.

Yunsu put the piece of paper on the coffee table casually, struggling with a dark face: "Fu Chengyu, if you touch me like this again, I don't want you anymore, and let the security guards throw you out."

Fu Chengyu chuckled lightly, the laughter came from his chest, it was deep and magnetic, and he said: "If I hug you more, maybe I can remember more things."

"So you recovered your memory?" Yunsu couldn't figure out whether he had recovered his memory or not, and his tone was a little hurried.

"No, it's just that when I look at you, your smiling face will appear in my mind. My wife, when will you be ready for work?" Fu Chengyu's low voice was full of spoiling, "When you finish work, take me back to work. Home."

Yunsu was hugged tightly, almost as if he was going to embed him in his body. His voice was tangled and ambiguous, as if he was going home to do something in the lover's world.

"President Yun, the report for this quarter..."

The secretary knocked on the door and opened it directly to come in. This is what Yunsu said before, she doesn't have to wait outside, she can come in after knocking on the door in case of urgent matters.

As a result, as soon as he came in this time, he saw Yunsu sitting on Fu Chengyu's lap, and the posture of the two of them was extremely ambiguous.

The secretary's face was flushed at that time. Holding the report in his hand, he didn't want to go out, or not to go out. After being stunned for two seconds, he blushed and said, "Sorry to bother you."

Yunsu didn't even have time to say anything, when he saw his secretary leave the office with an expression on his face that couldn't break the picture.

Fu Chengyu's face was unmoved, but Yunsu's face was completely dark. She took out her mobile phone and was about to call Lei Meng without struggling.

Before the phone was dialed, Fu Chengyu raised his hand and took the phone out of her hand, "I'll just hold it for a while, and hold it for another 30 seconds, okay?"

"Fu Chengyu!"

"Okay okay, that's 20 seconds."

"..."

"Ten seconds, no less, Susu~"

Yunsu's face was dark, watching Fu Chengyu play a scoundrel here with his own stature, but she still couldn't struggle.

Fu Chengyu came over and rubbed Yunsu's cheek, and said, "I love you forever, Susu."