After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

Apart from work, his eldest brother only has a hobby of collecting precious jewelry. For example, many of the items he brought here today were taken out by Tang Xin from his vault.

Unexpectedly, when he got engaged, it would be his eldest brother who was bleeding profusely.

Xiangchuan twitched the corners of his lips slightly, wanting to laugh, but held it back because of the occasion.

"Does that red stone agate cost a lot of money?"

Fu Shuruan pulled his sleeves and asked softly.

"It doesn't require a lot of money, but it requires a lot of love. No piece of jewelry can be as bright as my little princess."

His sweet words said that he would not do anything the same for three days and three nights. The little girl held his arm happily, but she was still curious: "How much does it cost?"

"More than eighty million."

Xiangchuan said calmly.

Fu Shuruan opened his apricot eyes in shock and asked in disbelief: "More than 80 million, your elder brother just took it out as soon as he said it?"

"My eldest brother loves me very much. Let alone more than 80 million, even if he has more than 800 million, as long as I need it, he will definitely give it to me without batting an eyelid."

Xiangchuan raised his thin lips and looked at her with a smile.

His and his elder brother's personalities are completely opposite, one is noisy and the other is calm, so this is why Tang Xin can safely leave the company to his elder brother, while he only needs to eat, drink, have fun and be at ease.

"We are both brothers, so why is there such a big gap? You see, my brother is a stingy man. I'm about to get engaged and he doesn't show any sign at all."

She covered her mouth with her hand, lowered her voice, and complained softly about the man smoking next to her.

However, she was not very lucky. Every word she muttered fell into Fu Lingheng's ears. He slowly pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, his cold eyes as sharp as an eagle.

He didn't say anything, but Fu Shuruan couldn't help but swallow. He changed his naysaying attitude just now, looked obedient, blinked his clear eyes twice, and said weakly: "Brother, did you hear something?"

"Am I deaf, your brother?"

Fu Lingheng's voice was clear and not high, but it caused the temperature of the entire living room to drop sharply.

Fu Shuruan was startled, and quickly covered his chest, as if struck by lightning, stretched his neck and asked: "Then will you give me an engagement gift?"

"depend on mood."

Fu Shuruan puffed up his cheeks and glared angrily: "What do you mean it depends on your mood? I am your only biological sister. Can you, a CEO worth hundreds of billions, not be so stingy?"

Fu Lingheng raised his eyebrows with a leisurely expression, then took out a car key from his suit pocket and threw it to her. He said in a very calm tone: "The latest Porsche model, the bright red color you have always wanted, and also, the villa in the city center, you want It’s up to you to choose which apartment type you want, so as not to avoid the temptation of some people who have never seen the world and turn their elbows outward at every turn.”

She caught the car keys firmly, her eyes sparkled, and she immediately changed into a flattering posture, and she came close to him, coquettishly: "How could it be possible? My brother is the most handsome man in the world, and even Xiangchuan can't compare with him. You~"

She raised her eyes and glanced at the man sitting on the sofa, smiling from ear to ear.

That was her beloved car, and she didn't expect that her brother's performance was no worse than that of Xiang's eldest brother. She was so happy!

Xiangchuan rubbed his face, and followed him full of grievances to join in the fun: "Brother, I fell in love with a Pagani some time ago, can you buy it for me too?"

"Go away, you are making such a fucking move again, don't you find it disgusting?"

Fu Lingheng couldn't hear his raised voice, and got goosebumps when he heard it.

Xiang Chuantoutie shouted several times in succession, and by the way, he changed places with Fu Shuruan and came closer.

"Brother~"

"Ugh, if you want to die, just say so!"

Fu Lingheng's face was tense, and he suddenly felt nauseous. He quickly stood up and sat next to Li Fei, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Li Fei was chatting with the elders on the other side. Suddenly he saw him coming over with a dark face and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"There's something dirty and I want to vomit."

Not only does he want to vomit now, he also wants to kill someone!

Li Fei glanced at Xiang Chuanxiao's chest trembling, and instantly understood what was going on.

She stuffed a slice of peeled orange into Fu Lingheng's mouth and said in a gentle tone, "If you eat something sour, you won't want to vomit."

"..."

The man's face was full of resentment, and he bit open the pulp of the fruit in his mouth. The sourness of the orange made him squint his eyes, and he whispered in Li Fei's ear with a magnetic voice: "Mrs. Fu, you will know tonight, hello. What are the consequences of eating sour oranges?"

.......

After dinner, people were sent home, and the old house fell into silence.

The old man ordered the servants to put away the things, sent Fu Lingheng and Li Fei away, and talked to his granddaughter alone in the study for more than half an hour.

Li Fei was bathing his son in the bathroom.

The little guy hasn't seen his mother all day and night. His little short legs are splashing happily in the water and giggling at his mother.

Li Fei bent down, put his arms through the little guy's armpits, picked him up, wrapped him in a bath towel, put him on the big bed, and helped him apply prickly heat powder and get dressed.

The little guy looked at his mother with round eyes, ate from his hands with relish, and seemed to be communicating with his mother by babbling.

The mother and son asked and answered questions. Although they didn't know what they were talking about, their faces were filled with happy smiles.

Fu Lingheng came back from taking a call at work and saw this scene. He felt relieved and raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth. He walked to the bedside, leaned down and kissed his son's chubby face, and turned to ask Li Fei: "Son Sleep with us tonight?"

"Yes, if my son doesn't sleep with me, who will he sleep with?"

Li Fei disagreed and stuffed the towel into his hand, "I'm going to put him to sleep. You go take a shower first."

"The compensation you agreed to give me, what about the world we agreed on?"

Fu Lingheng looked at her sadly, slowly reached out to unbutton his shirt, and moved closer to her while unbuttoning it. His warm breath sprayed on her neck, and his voice was sexy and flirtatious: "Let Sister Ying take care of him tonight, we Do something serious?"

His calculations were crackling, and his words were very suggestive.

Li Fei turned around calmly, smelled him, and shook his head in disgust: "You smell of tobacco and alcohol all over your body. It stinks. Go take a shower quickly."

"Smelly?"

Fu Lingheng raised her eyebrows indifferently, took off her shirt, revealing her neatly arranged abdominal muscles, put her big hands around her slender waist, rubbed her fingertips gently, and said with a smile on her lips: "How about washing together? "

"No."

Li Fei opened his arms and turned to look at his precious son who was still kicking his legs on the bed and chirping. Just as he was about to coax him to sleep, the door rang.

"Sir, Madam, I'm here to take the young master to bed. Has he finished taking a bath?"

Sister-in-law Ying's respectful voice came through the door. Fu Lingheng's expression was astonishing. He put on his clothes again and went to open the door.

"gentlemen."

"Well, he's a little sleepy. You should take him to bed early."

Before Li Fei could say anything, Fu Lingheng had already carried the little guy to Sister-in-law Ying. He looked so impatient that those who didn't know thought he was a ruthless stepfather.

Sister-in-law Ying has helped take care of the little guy since he was born, so he is no stranger to this kind and kind grandmother.

On the contrary, he stayed in the arms of Mrs. Ying, a well-behaved baby.

"Good night, baby. Will daddy buy you a remote control racing car tomorrow?"

Fu Lingheng held his son's face and kissed him again and again. The little guy didn't understand, but when he saw his father smiling at him, he clenched his father's shirt with his little hands and drooled all over his face in response.

"Then sir, madam, I will take the young master to bed first."

Sister-in-law Ying saw the little guy starting to rub his eyes with his hands and yawning, then nodded slightly and turned around and went downstairs.

In order to spend a night together, he even deceived his eight-month-old son.

Li Fei stood behind her with her hands folded on her chest. Seeing the man close the door and lock it in a second, she didn't bother to pay attention to him and turned around and walked into the bathroom.

But the next second, a woman exclaimed from the bathroom: "Fu Lingheng, why are you following me here?"

"What can I do? Of course I can come in and take you to bathe."

The mist rose, covering the man's stern brows. His low and magnetic voice penetrated into her ears through the mist, and the atmosphere suddenly heated up.