Mr. Fu has a white moonlight in his heart

Mei Junqi glanced at Qiao Zeran lightly when he heard the words, and turned his back to Qiao Zeran, obviously not wanting to answer this question, Qiao Zeran touched his nose when he saw this, and did not speak. Lie down on the bed accompanied by Zhang, took out his mobile phone and sent Fu Tong a WeChat message.

Qiao Zeran is neither Qiao Zeran nor Qiao Ze'an: Ah Qi is sick and angry, so why are you angry with him?

Fu Tong: ...

Fu Tong: I'm sorry, I didn't control my emotions well.

Qiao Zeran is neither Qiao Zeran nor Qiao Ze'an: ...I'm sorry for what you said, come tomorrow morning and bring Ah Qi some of his favorite food.

Fu Tong: I see, that's all, I got home and got the key to open the door.

Qiao Zeran is neither Qiao Zeran nor Qiao Ze'an: OK.

This night, nothing happened.

When Fu Tong had just bought breakfast the next morning, he received a call from Fu Tian. Fu Tong didn't see the name of the caller, so he connected directly. When he just heard Fu Tian's voice, his back subconsciously straightened He said: "Father."

Fu Tian hummed, and then directly said to Fu Tong in an orderly tone: "Go back to China this afternoon."

Fu Tong frowned secretly, then tentatively refused: "I've been busy recently, so I may not have much time to go back."

Fu Tian sneered directly: "Busy? What are you busy with? Are you busy treating that kid from the Mei family?"

Fu Tong felt annoyed when he heard this. Even though he had resigned himself to his fate, he would feel uncomfortable if he was put under such surveillance. Fu Tong suppressed his anger: "Then why did my father ask me to go back to China?"

Fu Tian said lazily this time: "I want the Qin family's land, and it happens that you are not too young."

These two sentences seem to be inconsistent with each other, but Fu Tong suddenly understood what Fu Tian meant, that he wanted to get engaged to Qin Ran, the eldest daughter of the Qin family.

Even though Fu Tong was already mentally prepared for today's event, his first reaction was still to refuse: "I'm still young, so don't rush to think about these things..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fu Tian's chuckle: "Fu Tong, I'm telling you this, not discussing it with you, let alone...do you still remember that you still owe me money? A promise not kept."

Fu Tong was taken aback. Two years ago, when he asked Fu Tian to clean up the troublesome Wang family, he exchanged a promise for Fu Tian to contribute.

At that time, he never thought that Fu Tian would let him fulfill his promise at this time.

Fu Tong laughed at himself, closed his eyes and calmed down: "Okay, I will go back then."

Only then was Fu Tian satisfied, hummed, and hung up the phone.

Fu Tong put his phone away, and was a little confused when he walked forward. Is he going to live under Fu Tian's mercy all his life?

But if you are struggling, what are you struggling for?

Fu Tong rubbed his temples wearily, put aside the thoughts in his head, and walked towards the hospital.

On the other side, Mei Junqi looked at the layout of the house, and was a little hesitant. He was very satisfied with the decoration and layout of the house, but the house price was not a small sum for him now.

Mei Junhe wandered around the house aimlessly, then took out his mobile phone to check the balance of the bank card, finally made up his mind, and said to the owner who was waiting in the living room: "That's it, what are we doing?" When is the contract signed?"

The owner of the house is a college student in his early twenties, wearing a pair of full-frame glasses. He adjusted his glasses and said gently, "You can do it now."