After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

The first day of the new year.

The sound of firecrackers downstairs in the Fu family's old house has not stopped since seven o'clock.

In addition to relatives and friends, some businessmen who have dealings and cooperation with the Fu Group, regardless of the size of their projects, have come to visit with gifts to pay New Year greetings.

In the living room in the front yard, the fruit plate and refreshments prepared by the servants were put out early.

Mr. Fu was wearing a dark red Chinese tunic suit, leaning on a mahogany dragon-head crutch, and walking with a birdcage in his hand to invite several guests to sit down.

Among them is Mr. Luo, the boss of Wanxie Group.

"Old Chairman, this is the best black tea. I went on a business trip a few days ago and bought it specially."

Mr. Fu has four major hobbies: walking birds, playing chess, listening to operas, and drinking tea.

He likes to meet friends over tea. In the early years, the business of the Fu Group was not like the messy wine shop now. At that time, the business was basically done by drinking tea.

"Because you still remember that I like tea, then I will accept it."

The old man smiled and called the servant to put things away. He noticed the little girl next to Mr. Luo and motioned for her to sit down too.

"Thank you, old chairman."

Luo Xinyue stood aside a little cautiously, looking around at the decorations and home furnishings. Everything looked like a high number marked on the head, and it was expensive.

"The little girl looks as old as our Ruan Ruan. Where is she studying?"

Several questions that seniors must ask during the Chinese New Year.

Where to study?

Where do you work?

How much pay?

Have you found someone?

When will you get married and have children?

Every question is a question of death.

Luo Xinyue intertwined her hands on her chest, looking well-behaved and sensible, "I used to study in country T and majored in architectural design. I just graduated last year."

"Not bad, not bad. The girl who studies design is good and has a delicate mind."

The old man picked up the teacup and took a sip. For about an hour, there was constant laughter in the living room.

Fu Shuruan got up, washed up, put on new clothes and went downstairs to prepare for dinner in the restaurant.

As soon as she reached the corner of the stairs, she saw a figure wearing twin ponytails and Lolita flashing past her eyes.

She didn't wake up, was she dazzled?

A big Angela came to her house?

Mr. Fu was so enthusiastic that Luo Xinyue sat there for more than an hour, her stomach gurgling and bloating due to the tea and pastries.

I couldn't stand it anymore and ran out to find the bathroom.

After using the bathroom, she didn't want to go back so quickly, so she walked in the left direction when she came out of the bathroom.

Passing by the private living room and tea room of the Fu family's old house, we arrived at the current location, which should be the restaurant.

Since it was not a meal time, there were no servants coming in or out, so she was planning to wander back the way she came.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, he turned around and happened to meet Fu Shuruan who had gotten up and came downstairs to look for food.

When their eyes met, the sound of crackling and burning wires filled the air.

"Luo Xinyue, why did you come to my house?"

She asked why there was a big Angela dangling in front of her eyes so early in the morning.

It turned out that it was Luo Xinyue, a pretentious and annoying person.

"Come with my dad to pay New Year's greetings to the old chairman."

Luo Xinyue looked at the other party's clothes carefully.

A khaki college-style suit with a plaid tie at the collar, a pleated skirt, piles of socks, French short boots and a beret of the same color.

The bracelet on her hand is a limited edition of the season, and one bracelet can be worth a pair of her shoes.

Sensing Luo Xinyue's sharp gaze, Fu Shuruan glanced at her shoulder-length collarbone hair, with a proud and cute expression: "Isn't this lady's dress better than the Angela skin you are wearing?"

what?

What kind of clothes did she say she bought for more than 20,000 yuan?

Luo Xinyue was so angry that she was speechless. She was stepping on other people's territory. In addition, when she came here, her father repeatedly emphasized in her ears that she should not touch things and always pay attention to her words and deeds.

She had no choice but to take a deep breath, exhale, and smile sweetly, "Your clothes are really pretty, but when they are on you..."

She pretended to speak but stopped to arouse Fu Shuruan's desire to win. If she hadn't been the first to cause trouble, then her father couldn't blame her.

Sure enough, Miss Fu Shuruan's temper broke out in the next second.

"Luo Xinyue, what do you mean? What's wrong with this dress on me?"

"Nothing, just average."

Luo Xinyue leaned on the handrail at the entrance of the stairs and spoke slowly and calmly.

After all, he had been abroad for six or seven years, and when he said the weird words, his face did not turn red, and his heart did not beat.

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated. They will suffer this anger early in the morning on the first day of the New Year. Whoever wants to suffer it will suffer.

Anyway, she, Fu Shuruan, won’t accept it!

His head was running rapidly, his hands were folded in front of his chest, and the master was full of momentum.

"I heard that you made a mess in my brother's villa. My sister-in-law still doesn't know that you soaked her roses in the water."

At the mention of this, Luo Xinyue's smile immediately froze on her face, uglier than crying.

"My father has already paid full compensation for what happened that time. Don't even think about threatening me with this matter."

"is it?"

Fu Shuruan imitated her brother's mysterious style, walked to the dining room, took out a chair, sat down, and enjoyed breakfast leisurely.

Chewing the ham slowly in his mouth, he looked in the direction of the master bedroom on the second floor from time to time.

Luo Xinyue felt guilty at the look in her eyes and walked up to her in a few steps.

"Your brother and your sister-in-law are upstairs?"

"correct."

She picked up the jam and spread two large spoons on the bread. She likes sweet food, so she must have this brand of blueberry jam for breakfast every day.

Take one bite and enjoy it.

The clock on the wall dinged, announcing nine o'clock in the morning.

Luo Xinyue was startled, stepped on her left foot and her right foot, and whirled around in a circle.

"You are not as courageous as the little turtledove my grandfather raised."

Fu Shuruan wiped the corners of his mouth and laughed at her without any concealment.

Huh, the person who dares to make her angry is not even born yet!

"My father and I came to visit the old chairman. How can we be considered guests? Is this how you treat guests?"

Luo Xinyue seemed to be frightened, and her heartbeat suddenly stopped.

"It doesn't matter whether you are a guest or not, I kindly remind you that if my sister-in-law wakes up and sees you here in half an hour, what do you think she will do?"

She blinked her beautiful big eyes and looked harmless, which really frightened Luo Xinyue.

The pointer on the wall was ticking, and Fu Lingheng's terrifying expression in the last glory was still vivid in his mind.

It's been almost half an hour since I came out to use the bathroom. If I don't go back, my father will be anxious.

Before I lifted my feet and stepped out, there was faint movement from upstairs.

"Yo, my brother is up."

Fu Shuruan raised his eyes and glanced towards the second floor again, smiling at her as if he was gloating at her misfortune.

Luo Xinyue was anxious and panicked: "You!"

Fu Shuruan stretched out his index finger and shook it gently, not caring at all about the angry face opposite him.

"If you don't leave, you will be finished!"

After finishing speaking, Luo Xinyue stopped bickering with her and moved very quickly, disappearing from the restaurant in a flash.

Fu Shuruan raised his voice with contempt and shouted towards her leaving back: "Angela is so powerful, she's running at a sprint!"

The servants were just changing the aromatherapy for her room upstairs. Her brother and sister-in-law went to bed late, so they couldn't get up until after ten o'clock.

She was so scared that she ran away before she even used half of her power.

Boring!

I haven’t avenged my sister-in-law’s roses yet!