The little wolf dog of the actor's house

"Xiao Yi, Dad is like that, don't worry about it, you, you must understand, Dad doesn't love you, some people love you, understand?"

Fu Yunyi's eyes darkened, and he hummed: "Sister, I understand."

The sound of the door opening suddenly came from the microphone, and Yue Qiushan hurriedly said in the microphone: "Xiao Yi, your second brother is back, I'll hang up first, you need to send me a text message."

Fu Yunyi nodded, and before he could say goodbye, the phone was hung up. Hearing the blind tone on the microphone, the boy's deep eyes were as dark as ink.

Open the computer mailbox, sure enough, a compressed folder is lying in the inbox.

Fu Yunyi clicked to download, the folder data is very detailed, a total of more than 50 megabytes.

The boy swiped the mouse, quickly browsing through the string of financial statements and the huge data of account expenditures.

He secretly studied finance and economics in the United States. In fact, Fu Wanlin was very reluctant for him to study business. In his opinion, he was not talented enough. His two eldest sons were enough for the family business. What about the younger son? Some money is enough for him to survive.

But Fu Yunyi knew that what he wanted was not only to survive.

He also wants those who looked down on him, tortured him, tried to humiliate him, and controlled him to become a joke.

Because of the solid basic skills of the subject, the large strings of data on the financial statements are not complicated to him, and the obscure numbers on the documents have all become the most available information.

You must know that information is always the most powerful and most worthwhile wealth.

Knowing yourself and knowing your enemy can help you win a hundred battles.

While concentrating on studying the report, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Hearing the sound, the boy's eyes darkened, and he quickly turned off the computer.

Zhuo Qingfan stood outside the door, poked his head and asked softly, "Do you want something to eat?"

Seeing that it was him, Fu Yunyi breathed a sigh of relief, and frowned displeasedly: "Mr. Zhuo, won't you knock when you come in?"

Zhuo Qingfan pouted: "This is our bedroom, and my bed is also here."

Fu Yunyi snorted coldly: "Don't be stubborn with me."

Looking at the serious and tense face of the boy, Zhuo Qingfan gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart.

Hehe, it’s really healed. The scars are forgotten, uh... Is this what the saying goes?No matter, in short, it's not a thing. When the bullied fainted, he knew to hug himself and call his brother pitifully. He just saved him, and as soon as he was comfortable with the service, he began to turn his face and deny anyone!

White-eyed wolf, little red guy!

Zhuo Qingfan cursed in his heart for a while, then suddenly saw the boy turned on the computer again, frowned, walked over quickly, knocked on the desktop and said:

"Hey, are you eating anyway? You've suffered from heat stroke, and you just regained your senses, so stop staring at the computer."

Fu Yunyi clicked on the document just now, stared at it intently, without raising his head, and said: "If you are hungry, go out and eat by yourself, I have something else to do."

"What's the matter?" Zhuo Qingfan leaned over and glanced at the strings of numbers on the screen, frowned and said, "I thought you were reading a script, but you were doing math problems."

Fu Yunyi's forehead twitched, he slid the mouse and said, "This is a very important secret document."

Zhuo Qingfan's heart moved: "Secret documents?"

"Ah."

Zhuo Qingfan felt tenderness in his heart, couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed the top of the boy's hair and said softly, "Why are you still allowing me to read the secret documents?"

In Fu Yunyi's heart, does he also regard him as a reliable brother?

"Tch!" The boy brushed away the opponent's hand in distaste, with an ugly expression on his face, "Old man, don't touch me, I'm not a child anymore!"

The more furious he is, the more cute Zhuo Qingfan thinks, even if he is a handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen, you can't help but feel pity for him.

Beauty is justice.

"Okay, okay, don't move." Zhuo Qingfan lowered his hands and coaxed, "No one treats you like a child. In my heart, you have always been a man."

"Wrong!" Fu Yunyi raised his head, staring fiercely into the other's eyes like a little wolf: "It's a man among men!"

Zhuo Qingfan smiled wryly and nodded in agreement: "Okay, a man among men."

"Heh." Fu Yunyi sneered, "Mr. Zhuo, don't be so perfunctory. Sooner or later, I will let you see how manly I am."

Zhuo Qingfan raised his eyes, just in time to meet the boy's gaze, those staring eyes made him palpitate for no reason.

"Okay, okay." Zhuo Qingfan coughed lightly, avoiding the boy's eyes and said, "Stop talking, let's go, go eat, you didn't eat lunch during the heat stroke, now you need to eat something."

Fu Yunyi turned his eyes to the computer again, and said casually: "Go and eat, I'm still busy."

Zhuo Qingfan frowned: "What are you busy with, just looking at these messy numbers?"

"I told you, this is a secret document!"

"The secret document is still in front of me." Zhuo Qingfan tentatively asked softly, "Is that why you trust me? Are you not afraid that I will leak it to you?"

Fu Yunyi laughed twice: "Mr. Zhuo, don't think too much, I don't believe you, I just think..." The boy continued lightly, "You don't understand at all..."

look!No!Understand!

These three words kept echoing in the man's ears.

Zhuo Qingfan's face froze.

quack quack

He could clearly hear a raven flying overhead.

Very good, he is being self-indulgent again.

*******

Fu Yunyi was finally pulled over for dinner.

On the one hand, he really felt hungry, on the other hand, he didn't want to listen to Zhuo Qingfan's random thoughts.

On the table.

"Eat this." Zhuo Qingfan put chopsticks and spare ribs into the boy's bowl and said, "This was your favorite food when you were young. I remember you would ask me to buy it for you whenever you got hungry."

Fu Yunyi pulled out the pork ribs he had caught, and said coldly: "Pick out the peppercorns for me."

Zhuo Qingfan gritted his teeth, said yes dryly, put the spare ribs on his plate, picked out the peppercorns carefully, then handed it over and said, "Eat, there are no more peppercorns."