unrequited love forbidden

ravioli

I have a stomach ache

When Jiang Lei came in, he saw his stupid son drooping his head to study the plaster cast on his leg.

"What are you looking at, if you just stare at it, it will be healed right away?" Jiang Lei put the porridge bought for him on the table.

Jiang Xiao smirked, "I thought it was gone."

"No fart! A dog can't spit out ivory!" Jiang Lei raised his hand and wanted to call his head, but he couldn't bear to see his pale and thin face. He turned his head and looked around, "What about him?"

"Who is it?" Jiang Xiao asked knowingly.

"Fu Qingzhou!" Jiang Lei said angrily, "I can't wait for the one that sticks to you for 24 hours!"

"Go home and get me some clothes to fix my phone." Jiang Xiao touched his nose.

"The mobile phone is closer than your own father." Jiang Lei sat down and opened the insulated box for him while nagging, "The responsibility has been determined. The main reason is that the child named Yu suddenly rushed out. The driver has no responsibility, at most 15.00%... As for you—”

"Dad, how is Yu Lecheng?" Jiang Xiao was still a little worried.

"The brain is congested, and I haven't woken up yet, but the doctor does not recommend craniotomy at this level, and his parents also hope to treat it conservatively, and see if the congestion can dissipate." Jiang Lei couldn't help but want to beat him when he said that, "You How can you be so brave, it's considered powerful, right? Why don't you think about Grandpa, me, and Xiaofu..."

Jiang Xiao had a playful smile, "Yo, don't you call him him?"

"I'll smack you to death!" Jiang Lei raised his palm as if to slap you.

"Uncle!" A cold voice suddenly sounded at the door.

The father and son turned their heads, and saw Fu Qingzhou standing at the door expressionlessly, staring at Jiang Lei's raised palm unkindly.

Jiang Lei cleared his throat, put down his hand resentfully, Jiang Xiao touched his nose, "My dad is just kidding, the phone is fixed?"

"I think you are closest to your mobile phone." Fu Qingzhou came over and handed him the repaired mobile phone, "You should pay attention to rest and don't play for too long."

"I know." Jiang Xiao took the phone, stuffed it under the pillow obediently, and asked concerned: "Have you eaten yet? Are you tired? How about going to sleep first?"

Jiang Lei looked at Jiang Xiao bitterly, with a bit of soreness in his heart, saying that your father was too busy and didn't hear a good word.

"Dad, why don't you go back and rest first." Jiang Xiao looked at him, "Fu Qingzhou is fine here."

"Uh..." Jiang Lei glanced at Fu Qingzhou, and sighed sourly, "I really grew up."

After Jiang Lei left, Fu Qingzhou sat by the bed and fed porridge to Jiang Xiao who was on the bed, "The driver is fine, this time... it must have been an accident."

"Is there any news about Tanyuan?" Jiang Xiao asked.

Fu Qingzhou shook his head, "Instead of focusing on Tan Yuan, why not focus on Zhang Juan and Jiang Haotian."

"Speaking of..." Jiang Xiao's face was a little weird, "Do you know who the child in Zhang Juan's stomach is?"

Fu Qingzhou was silent for two seconds, and Jiang Xiao said in shock: "You really know!"

"Uh..." Fu Qingzhou cleared his throat, "It's not my gossip, it's just something I found out back then, and I learned about it by the way."

Jiang Xiao felt that something was wrong, but his curiosity obviously won, "So it's—"

"Mu Nansong." Fu Qingzhou said slowly.

Jiang Xiao's eyes widened, and he was shocked for a full dozen seconds, unable to believe it: "Damn it!?"

"In the previous life, your father's company was not too small. Even if Zhang Juan and Jiang Haotian didn't do anything, your father's assets were enough for them to squander, and... you are not a particularly difficult successor." Fu Qingzhou told the truth After telling the truth, he added: "Of course you are really not interested in family property."

Jiang Xiao twitched the corner of his mouth.

He really doesn't have the scheming and IQ... that's all.

"Mu Nansong's goal has always been your company. Sometimes it is much easier to break through from the inside than from the outside. In fact, Zhang Juan's brother Zhang Hou and others are all under the orders of Mu Nansong."

Jiang Xiao looked a little strange, "Mu Nansong is over 60 this year, what is Zhang Juan planning?"

"Mu Nansong met Zhang Juan when he went to the countryside. It's a pity that Mu Nansong had a first wife at that time, and his son was so old..." Fu Qingzhou briefly mentioned, "But we still talked about a vigorous year-end relationship."

"I'll go." Jiang Xiao was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time.

After Fu Qingzhou fed him a big bowl of porridge, he suddenly came to his senses, "Okay, you already knew about the co-author, so from the very beginning, you let Xie Tun get close to Mu Zhengping, and then cooperated with Chang Ziqi to ruin it." Mrs. Mu! You never told me!"

"Well, it's a matter of convenience, there's no need to bother you with these bad things." Fu Qingzhou smiled.

"I still put people in my dad's company, and tried my best to transfer assets." Jiang Xiao said quietly.

"If it's transferred, it's all yours." Fu Qingzhou showed a smile of an evil capitalist, "Although it's hard work, it's not a loss."

"My dad was right." Jiang Xiao sighed.

"What did uncle say?" Fu Qingzhou's brows moved slightly.

"He said that if I don't get along with you, I won't even have a pair of pants left." Jiang Xiao said slowly.

Fu Qingzhou shook his head seriously, "I think I should at least leave you a pair of underpants, it's not good to run naked."

Jiang Xiao stared at him.

"But why didn't you get along with me?" Fu Qingzhou asked with a frown.

Jiang Xiao choked for a moment, then slapped his thigh, and said sillyly: "Yeah, why don't I be nice to you, if I be nice to you, aren't your things all mine!"

Fu Qingzhou nodded solemnly, "It's considered smart once."

"Are you coaxing the children?" Jiang Xiao put away the smile on his face, and said sadly, "I'm forty years younger anyway."

Fu Qingzhou reached out and pinched his soft cheeks, "Just now the little nurse asked me what day you were in."

Jiang Xiao scratched the curly hair on his head, "Do you think I will look more mature if I straighten it?"

"No." Fu Qingzhou categorically pulled his claws out of his hair, "Curly hair is more masculine, open your mouth."

Jiang Xiao half-believingly opened his mouth to eat a vegetarian wonton, and said in disgust: "No coriander, no soul."

"You can have a coriander feast when your legs recover." Fu Qingzhou wiped his mouth with a tissue, "Looking at your injury, I guess you won't be able to go to the final exam."

"Yeah." Jiang Xiao clenched his fists and gave a small cheer.

Fu Qingzhou: "..."

Being so naive, I still have the nerve to say that I am forty years younger.

"However, isn't Mu Nansong very ill?" Jiang Xiao suddenly remembered, "Why did Zhang Juan divorce so quickly? In a hurry to die for him?"

Fu Qingzhou was almost choked, "I heard that Mu Nansong probably won't die for a while, and he seems to be planning to divorce his current incumbent. Zhang Juan probably thinks that she still has hope, so she just told you Dad is divorced."

"The Nansong Group is indeed much richer than our family." Jiang Xiao nodded, "Much richer."

Even if Fu Qingzhou teamed up with Mu Zhengping and Chang Ziqi to deal such a fatal blow, the Mu family's current financial resources are still strong.

"Leave as soon as you leave, I'm fucking fed up with that family." Mu Zhengping lazily leaned on the sofa with a bottle of wine in his hand, "Let me tell you the truth, I'm the only one who can live to this age with a healthy mind and a strong body. , is purely a matter of good fortune and great destiny."

He was a little nauseated by the smell of smoke, he frowned at the wine bottles and cigarette butts all over the floor, walked over to turn off the dazzling lights, and muted the dynamic music by the way, the whole noisy room fell silent instantly.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Mu Zhengping squinted his eyes and looked at him, his smile seemed a little illusory in the dense smoke, "Boss Shao, we're happy to cooperate."

"It's a pleasant cooperation." Xie Tun nodded as a matter of business, "If Mr. Mu has nothing else to do, I'll leave first."

"Wait." Mu Zhengping straightened up and approached him reeking of alcohol, "The official business is over, how about we talk about private matters?"

Xie Tun tensed his back and looked at him vigilantly, "What are you talking about privately?"

Fu Qingzhou swears that he doesn't like men, he feels that he has to trust the boss, after all, Fu Qingzhou is quite reliable.

Mu Zhengping twitched the corner of his mouth, "You really can't see that I'm interested in you?"

He suddenly raised his voice: "Mr. Mu, I like women!"

Mu Zhengping was taken aback by him, and rubbed his ears vigorously, "Oh, I know, I also liked women before."

He was in a complicated mood, more puzzled, "Then you still—"

"But I think you are very rare." Mu Zhengping puffed on his face, smiled a little slyly, but also a little serious, "Did you know what I was thinking when you first came to see me?"

He Tren stepped back subconsciously, "How could I know what you were thinking?"

"Then let me tell you." Mu Zhengping put his hand weakly on his waist, but didn't touch it, and slid down ambiguously, "I was wondering why a man's waist is so thin and beautiful, It must be very cool to pinch."

boom!

Mu Zhengping only felt dizzy for a while, and then he saw the spotlights on the ceiling, and then he felt a sharp pain in his jaw, which almost brought tears to his eyes.

He turned red with anger, pulled him up from the ground, gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Mu, are you sober?"

Mu Zhengping was a little unsteady, grabbed his arm and barely straightened his body, his voice was inexplicably aggrieved, "I didn't even dare to touch me, and you still hit me? I just had my wisdom teeth pulled out a few days ago."

The original pent-up anger was taken a little by his jumpy topic, "It's none of my business if you pull out your wisdom teeth!"

"Of course it's your business." Mu Zhengping threw himself on him like he was boneless, and said vaguely, "For example, when we kissed—oh!"

Xie Trent withdrew his fist on his stomach, threw him into the sofa, pointed at him and said viciously: "I will hit you once I see you in the future!"

Mu Zhengping covered his stomach and curled up on the sofa, coughing.

He turned around and left, but Mu Zhengping's trembling voice came from behind him: "Hey...my stomach hurts..."