After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Ever since he got married, Fu Chengwang had one more hobby, which was to take out his marriage certificate to have a look at it sooner or later, to appreciate it, and it almost made him want to pay for it.

In addition to this, there is another hobby that Song Jin'an can hardly talk about.

"Fu Chengwang, can you take your hand off?" Song Jin'an asked unbearably when he was lying in bed in the morning, unable to turn over.

Fu Chengwang closed his eyes and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

He felt that he was going to be stuck out of breath, he rolled his eyes and said, "Then you can come out."

"You can't sleep well like this! Aren't you tired?"

Fu Chengwang shook his head, saying that he was not tired.

"I don't want to stack Arhats. It's fine in winter, but in summer, it's very hot."

Mr. Fu began to pretend to be asleep.

Okay, let's not talk about it, it's useless to talk more, because Mr. Fu's thick skin is outrageous after marriage, so it's useless to say anything.

He also said that it was not like this before because he was not married, he was a little reserved, and he was a little bit embarrassed.

They are all married now, how have you never seen them?Song Jin'an accidentally farted when he was going up the stairs, and he had seen it before.

So if such a small hobby is exposed, it will be exposed.

Fu Chengwang said: "This is my XP, it only happens to you."

Song Jin'an: His excuse is the Yellow River, and he can't stop talking.

In short, after marriage, Mr. Fu's face is cultivated to perfection, which cannot be said in a day.

It has been seven years since Fu Chengwang and Song Jin'an's wedding that shocked the whole country and even went abroad.

Xiao Suizui is now able to take charge of the company alone, Assistant Zhan is still an assistant, but has changed from Fu Chengwang's assistant to Song Yu's assistant.

The Fu family was very surprised at the sudden addition of such a grandson, but they accepted it later.

Anyway, Fu Cheng hoped that he would not give birth, and he would still have to adopt him at that time. Wouldn't it be better to have an heir who is comparable to his own and has outstanding abilities who can directly take over the company?

That's what Fu Chengwang thinks, because he gradually doesn't care about the company's affairs now, Song Yu is mostly in charge, and he will only come forward unless it is a major project.

Every day, I think about how to spend time with my beloved daughter-in-law. They go traveling and take risks.Visited many cities and regions.

I used to travel in an RV, take a cruise to the glacier, see penguins, and secretly photograph polar bears.

Just the two of you, without taking anyone with you, this is the two-person world that Fu Chengwang longs for.

I still have to get up early today, because Fu Chengwang, the chairman, is going to come to a meeting, and Xiao Suizui can't make the decision, so he can only come and beg his father.

Xiao Suizui waited for Fu Chengwang to finish speaking with a manager, then stepped forward and asked, "Where's my mother?"

Ever since Xiao Suizui transformed into the respected president of Xici Temple, he changed his name to Song Jin'an and stopped calling him Young Master. Now this name is still Fu Chengwang's idea.

Fu Chengwang unbuttoned his suit and said, "Relax at home."

Xiao Suizui really looks like Song Jin'an, and he looks more like Song Jin'an when he frowns, "Why do you torment him all day and let him rest."

"Oh." Fu Chengwang's expression remained unchanged, "Then don't walk with your legs crossed, your Zhan Shuo let you go?"

"Uh..." Xiao Suizui was speechless, and he changed the subject in embarrassment: "The work thing."

Fu Chengwang quickened his pace, and left a sentence: "Your mother and I are going on a trip, and we will come back in a few decades. You should work hard."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly got into the car and slipped away. His ambition for career was gone, and he just wanted to live a peaceful life with his wife.

Song Jin'an really stayed at home to catch up on sleep, there was no other way, life forced him.

And the reason why he sleeps, presumably everyone understands, so there is no need to explain it.

He fell asleep, feeling that he had entered a heavy dream, everything was familiar and strange.

He woke up from the carved canopy bed, wearing a quilt scented with sweet-scented osmanthus.Song Jin'an rubbed his eyes and called out Fu Chengwang.

No one responded, presumably he hadn't come back from the company yet.

"Ah..." Song Jin'an had a good night's sleep, sat up from the bed, and stretched.

Wide sleeves slid from the wrists and piled at the elbows.

"Huh?" Song Jin'an sat up, what's the matter with the clothes?He looked around, this... this seems to be his previous room?

Could it be that he returned from modern times to ancient times?What about Fu Chengwang?Where did Fu Chengwang go?

Or is it just his dream?Song Jin'an's face was clearly flustered, and he had a bad premonition.

After pinching his arm with all his strength, Song Jin'an let out a cry of pain.

The wooden door was pushed open, and a servant came in: "Master, you are awake."

Song Jin'an stared blankly at the person in front of him, and said in a weak voice, "Ah... Ah Cong?"

God, the pain is real, and so is A Cong!Then he really went back to ancient times!

"Master, wash up." Cai'er walked in with warm water, Song Jin'an's eyes turned black, and he felt like he was going to pass out in a second.

After washing in a daze, he looked left and right, and it was indeed a room he was familiar with.

What about Xiao Suizui and Yu'er?Why not?

When he asked, A Cong scratched his head in doubt: "Didn't they run away a few months ago and never come back?"

It's over... They all stayed in modern times, and he was the only one who came back.What to do, what to do with Fu Chengwang?If I saw that he was gone, I would definitely go crazy.

Thinking of Fu Chengwang, Song Jin'an felt sad and wronged.

He thought for a while, then stood up suddenly, and asked, "What time is it now? Has General Xuanyuan gone to northern Xinjiang?"

"Ah?" A Cong replied after a moment of silence: "Now it is the third day of September in the 21st year of Dayi. General Xuanyuan is in the capital. The northern border is peaceful and has not set off yet."

Before he finished speaking, Song Jin'an ran over like a gust of wind.

A Cong's hair was blown up, he supported his head, and chased after him with a pale face: "Young master! Where are you going, young master! Wait a minute!"