After marrying the richest husband

Fu Xingzhou's words stunned Sang Qiao.

It happened that Sang Qiao was trying to suck the last few sips of pearl milk tea in the cup, and accidentally sucked a pearl into his throat, and suddenly coughed and coughed for a long time but couldn't cough it out.

Sang Qiao's face turned red, and his thoughts wandered away, thinking that Fu Xingzhou might want to choke him to death so that he could inherit his 800 million——

But Fu Xingzhou shouldn't be short of the 800 million.

Sang Qiao held on to the railing, and was about to change his position and struggle again.

Fu Xingzhou, who was standing next to him, took a step forward, grabbed Sang Qiao's shoulder with one hand, and took a few shots on Sang Qiao's back with the other.

Finally, the pearl that was about to murder Sangqiao was photographed.

Sang Qiao took a deep breath of gratitude, and looked at Fu Xingzhou with eyes full of lofty respect: "Thank you, Mr. Fu, thank you Mr. Fu!"

Fu Xingzhou was silent for a moment, then took the hand on Sangqiao's shoulder.

Sang Qiao hurriedly took down the cup, and rolled her bright eyes a few times: "Director Fu, don't worry! As long as you don't divorce me, I will never abandon you, and I will stay with you forever! "

Even if Fu Xingzhou is really like what he guessed before, as a diamond boss, he can't do it as a man.

At worst, he would—

Just use the pocket money Fu Xingzhou gave to secretly support the little boy.

Hey hey hey.

Sang Qiao quickly thought of a million retreats for himself in his heart, and he was so determined that he almost believed it.

However, after Fu Xingzhou heard this sentence, his expression miraculously eased up a bit, and even the low air pressure was not as obvious as before.

Sang Qiao climbed up along the pole, tugged at the corner of Fu Xingzhou's clothes, and said with a smile: "Director Fu, it's so late, are you here to see me?"

Fu Xingzhou's expression was quite serious: "No, the program team invited me."

Standing behind the door of the training room, Raven wished to disappear in place: "..."

Which program group is so stupid to ask the boss to visit at four o'clock in the morning?

Fortunately, the rich man's filter made Fu Xingzhou's words very credible.

Biting the straw, Sang Qiao reluctantly believed it: "Director Fu, are you also the sponsor of this variety show?"

Fu Xingzhou was surprisingly patient: "Not only a sponsor, but also the biggest funder."

Sang Qiao let out a "wow", and raised his face enviously: "I heard Gao Ming and Jiang Kai say that this program is super profitable, and even the advertising fee is tens of millions. Fu Dong, you really know how to make money!"

Fu Xingzhou, who thought that Sang Qiao would ask for something from him, but ended up getting a bunch of rainbow farts: "..."

Sang Qiao didn't know that his flattering had hit the horse's leg again, so he tugged on his Peppa Pig pajamas, as if he suddenly thought of something: "That's right, Mr. Fu."

Fu Xingzhou glanced sideways at Sangqiao: "We are already married, you can just call me by my name."

Sang Qiao: "...Oh."

Fu Xingzhou: "Don't call me by you anymore, I said that."

Sang Qiao: "...that's right."

Fu Xingzhou: "What's the matter?"

Sang Qiao blinked: "I forgot."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Sang Qiao pretended to say: "You are so fierce."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Although it was late at night, the lights in the training room were still sufficient, casting no shadows on Sang Qiao's bright and vivid face.

His skin was too unhealthily pale, and he could even faintly see blue blood vessels.

Fu Xingzhou suddenly remembered what the chief physician had said to him in the hospital.

"Mr. Fu, this patient is indeed very young, but his physical condition and his age are asymmetrical from a medical point of view."

"What do you mean?"

"The patient's problem was not just malnutrition. He had a lot of old injuries, so we gave him a full physical."

"The results showed that he had some problems with his lungs, spleen and stomach. Some were traces of lesions left by old diseases that had healed themselves, and some were irreversible damage caused by long-term diet problems."

"so?"

"So we speculate that this patient may have been beaten frequently since childhood, perhaps by domestic violence, or by other violence. He has not received systematic treatment after the injury."

"Director Fu, with all due respect. I have practiced medicine for so long, and these days I have rarely encountered patients with damage to human body functions due to long-term starvation."

Fu Xingzhou thought about it alone for a long time afterwards, but he couldn't imagine how long he had to be hungry before he could starve himself out of illness.

After that.

just now.

after being complained about.

Fu Xingzhou really reflected on whether he was a little too aggressive just now.

Are you scared of Sangqiao?

Fu Xingzhou felt a little regretful, and even his voice became calmer: "Money, pocket money, is it enough?"

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao was very excited, and turned around excitedly from the dance pole: "Director Fu, you want, no, do you want to give me pocket money?"

Fu Xingzhou liked the way Sangqiao's eyebrows were flying at this time, and said, "You and I have a formal marriage relationship, so I should naturally bear your expenses."

Sang Qiao never thought that he could find his own small coffers from Fu Xingzhou so soon: "Then how much will you give me?"

Fu Xingzhou had never given pocket money to others before, so he was not particularly proficient for a while, so he thought about it and said, "Is 100 million a week enough?"

Sang Qiao; "!!!"

100 million a week, four weeks in a month!

Isn't that 500 million a month!

You can earn back the money given by the Sang family in two months!

Pa!Pa!I!Can!by!

Sang Qiao didn't even practice dancing and didn't stretch his legs. He leaned in front of Fu Xingzhou and nodded fiercely several times: "Enough is enough! From today on, you will be my benefactor's father!"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou frowned, very dissatisfied with this title: "I am your husband."

Sang Qiao said in particular: "Then husband!"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou tilted his head, and even lowered his voice: "Yes."

Sang Qiao didn't notice Fu Xingzhou's unnaturalness at all, and murmured several small calculations in his heart, and then confirmed it carefully: "However, Fu Xingzhou, if you give me 100 million every week...Fu Shi Will it go bankrupt?"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou felt helpless: "No."

After a pause, he added meaningfully, "Your variety show has a day off every two weeks, and you can come home to pick it up on the day off."

Sang Qiao didn't think about the connotation of this sentence at all, and bent down for the power of money very honestly: "Okay, then I will go home every time I rest."

Only then was Fu Xingzhou satisfied, and changed the subject: "I will find time to clarify with your manager."

Sang Qiao looked blank: "What did you tell him?"

Fu Xingzhou said: "Make it clear that the reason why we don't announce the marriage news to the public for the time being is for your development. It's not because I mind this marriage."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Is that so?

Anyway, whether Sang Qiao believes it or not, Raven does.

After all, he has worked with Fu Xingzhou for so many years, and he has never seen his boss go crazy like this.

At this time, Fu Xingzhou's full-time driver had already returned home.

While driving in the driver's seat, Raven wondered if Sangqiao had played a trick on his boss.

The black Cayenne was driven from the recording office building all the way to the Third Ring Road, and the night lights of Beicheng illuminated the asphalt road brightly.

Fu Xingzhou leaned on the back of the seat in the back row, thought of something, and suddenly said, "Raven, where did you study in high school?"

Raven couldn't immediately guess whether it was the boss wanting to inspect his business ability or just chatting, he was stunned for two seconds before saying: "Boss Fu, I'm not a local, I went to high school in my hometown."

Fu Xingzhou didn't speak again.

Raven was asked with a question mark on his forehead, and tentatively answered: "Do you remember when you were in school?"

Fu Xingzhou didn't say yes or no: "Have you contacted Sangqiao's roommate named Gao Ming?"

Raven breathed a sigh of relief: "I've contacted him. The boss is just a young artist who wants to be popular. I have nothing to see. I asked him to meet at the hotel tomorrow with resources, and I agreed without hesitation."

Fu Xingzhou: "What time?"

Raven said: "At six o'clock in the afternoon, you have a quarterly meeting tomorrow morning, and the financing project in the afternoon. How do you plan to deal with him, do you need me to contact the legal department in advance?"

Fu Xingzhou shook his head: "No, call Akai and the others over."

The words on Raven's lips froze, and he almost subconsciously glanced at the back row of the car seat.

Through the dark night outside the window.

Fu Xingzhou's expression was as cold as the night light outside the window.

In some business matters, right and wrong are always unclear.

Especially a few years ago when Fu Xingzhou had just returned to the Fu family, he had to use some unconventional means.

But these years, with Fu Xingzhou's high position, the loss of his original competitors, and his reclusiveness, those people in the past rarely used him anymore.

Raven really felt that there was no need for such a small artist to go to war, and was about to persuade him.

Fu Xingzhou had already spoken first: "I know it well."

That's what it means to say no more.

Naturally, Raven would not refute Fu Xingzhou's meaning, and quickly contacted him.

Even though it was late at night, the wine shop on the other side of the phone was still full of people.

It happened that the car stopped at a red light intersection.

Raven hung up the phone and said softly: "Boss, I know you want to settle it once and for all. But maybe if you do this, Mr. Sang will be worried if he finds out."

Fu Xingzhou: "Then don't let him know."

Raven: "..."

All right, as long as you are happy.

The news of Gao Ming's withdrawal from the show did not reach Sang Qiao's ears until the morning of the third day.

By the afternoon of the third day.

Sang Qiao and Jiang Kai returned to the dormitory after training, and happened to bump into Gao Ming who had come back to pack his luggage by the bed.

With sharp eyes, Jiang Kai pulled Sang Qiao's arm and said in a low voice, "Qiao, the clothes he was wearing were different from what he was wearing when he went out yesterday afternoon."

Sang Qiao who doesn't pay attention to what other people wear: "???"

Jiang Kai dragged Sang Qiao out of the dormitory: "I heard from others that it was he who wanted to climb higher branches, but in the end the opposite party was simply crazy."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang·Zhen·Mental Illness·Taking Medicine When I'm Sick·Never Abandon Treatment·Qiao: It feels like it has been connoted.

Jiang Kai has great enthusiasm and lifelong pursuit of gossip, and continued: "This morning Liu Yan met Gao Ming and came back, and he said that Gao Ming was wet all over, as if he was almost drowned and just picked up. Yes, it's scary!"

Sang Qiao: "...Wow."

The author has something to say: Fu Dong asks three times a day: Is my wife moved today?Did my wife miss me today?Did my wife fall in love with me today?

Author Bacteria: Don't you have a b number in your heart?

Mr. Fu: ... Heh.