After marrying the richest husband

Although Sang Qiao was puzzled and shocked by the fact that Fu Xingzhou had to personally sign the certificate with his fingerprints——

But in view of the fact that someone has been lost once before.

This time, Sang Qiao followed Fu Xingzhou into the car honestly, sat in the co-pilot, and was dragged all the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau obediently.

And it was warmly and patiently received by the uncles and aunts of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

After half an hour.

Sang Qiao, who was no longer single, came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau with two small red notebooks in his arms, which were attached behind Fu Xingzhou.

It gets dark very early in Beicheng.

It was not yet six o'clock in the evening, and the sky was already dark.

The shop signs of the street merchants near the Civil Affairs Bureau lit up one by one, and the colorful prints were printed on the blue sports car parked on the side road.

Full refraction paint and well-flowing lines, plus the Trident logo.

Sang Qiao really didn't have the chance to get in touch with too many luxury cars, so he only knew one brand, and the style couldn't be distinguished at all.

He put his hands in his pockets, looked left and right for a while, and felt that this car should not meet President Fu's aesthetics.

But when he just drove over from Fu's, Fu Xingzhou chose this car by himself.

But it's a bird.

It's not my car anyway.

Sang Qiao fumbled in his pocket, took out two red books, and distributed one to Fu Xingzhou like children sitting in a row to distribute fruit: "Here, here you are, one copy per person."

Fu Xingzhou lowered his head.

It happened that I could see the top of Sangqiao's head with lush black hair and a small hair twirl.

very.

good looking.

Maybe it was because Fu Xingzhou didn't accept it.

Sang Qiao passed the little red book forward again, and added consciously: "Don't worry, the Sang family told me that if you want to get married in secret, I won't go around talking about holding you back!"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou didn't pick up the little red book, turned around and unlocked the car, and said to Sang Qiao, "Do you have anything else to do?"

There must be something else.

Sang Qiao's business is quite busy, so he nodded immediately.

Putting the wedding book into Fu Xingzhou's hand: "Yes, I have a meeting at eight o'clock in the evening! I won't tell you, I'll call Didi first."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou's complexion darkened immediately: "The place?"

This time is the rush hour, and Sangqiao’s Didi orders have not been taken by the master for half a day.

He pouted and turned around.

Guessing that a high-end tyrant like Fu Xingzhou probably has never heard such vulgar words about the occasion, he held his mobile phone and explained: "It's just... um, it's just a game? It means there's a party."

Fu Xingzhou: "Where is it?"

Sang Qiao found WeChat and looked at it, and said with a low level of education: "It's just over the Fourth Ring Road. I haven't been to a club in English."

Fu Xingzhou frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Get in the car."

Sang Qiao: "Huh?"

Fu Xingzhou: "I'll take you there."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao: "Really?!"

Such a big advantage is not in vain.

Sang Qiao hurriedly opened the car door and jumped up.

The air conditioner in the car cuts off the early autumn heat outside the window, and the unique engine sound of a sports car can be heard faintly.

All the way out of the city viaduct.

Fu Xingzhou said: "What is the exact location?"

Sang Qiao was sitting on the co-pilot playing games, and when he heard this, he hurriedly cut into the chat interface and found a line of English letters: "This!"

Fu Xingzhou raised his eyebrows indistinctly, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't say anything.

The fixed time is eight o'clock.

It happened to be 55:[-] when the car stopped in front of the clubhouse.

Two doormen in small dresses came to open the door respectfully.

Sang Qiao spoke to Xu Qiran and kicked the phone into his pocket.

He hurriedly jumped out of the car and said to the doorman, "Hi, I have an appointment with Director Wang at eight o'clock."

The skill of knowing cars is the threshold for doormen.

The doorman who came up to him could tell at a glance that the car behind Sangqiao was Maserati, which hadn't been officially launched yet, and only showed the latest model in the promotional picture.

So the smile on his face was particularly in place, and he said to Sang Qiao: "Yes, you came just in time, this way please."

Watching the doorman lead Sang Qiao into the revolving door of the clubhouse together.

Only then did Fu Xingzhou get out of the car.

The other doorman and the security outside the clubhouse were stunned for a moment, and then they all bowed down: "Hello, Mr. Fu!"

The expression on Fu Xingzhou's face hardly changed, and he handed the car keys to the doorman: "Which Director Wang is here?"

The doorman said cleverly, "Boss, it's Director Wang Mao from Xingyu Culture. He seems to be interviewing. Several groups of people have come."

Fu Xingzhou: "What box?"

The doorman hurriedly said, "It's on the third floor, shall I take you there now?"

Fu Xingzhou nodded.

This clubhouse was built by Fu Xingzhou and the two hair boys many years ago.

From its opening to now, it has become more and more famous. Fu Xingzhou only came here a few times occasionally.

It takes less than a minute to enter from Fu Xingzhou.

The news of President Yujia's inspection spread throughout the large and small contact groups of the staff in the clubhouse.

Another 1 minutes passed.

The manager hurried down from upstairs in person.

The manager of the clubhouse greeted Fu Xingzhou nervously, and tried his best to blow rainbow farts tremblingly: "Director Fu, you are free to come here today! You haven't been here for a long time, you see you want to drink..."

The little doorman pulled the manager away: "The president is here with someone, box 3016."

The manager breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and waved to the secretary behind him, and said in a low voice, "Go and open thirty bottles of Louis XIII, and I'll charge it to you."

Then he turned his head and smiled at Fu Xingzhou: "Director Fu, 3016 is just ahead, please!"

The best sound insulation equipment is used in the clubhouse.

Because of Fu Xingzhou's sudden arrival in the corridor with quiet lights, there was a chill-like silence.

Probably as a backup for the interview, Wang Mao used two boxes at the same time.

3016 is the official selection venue, and 3018 next door is the waiting hall for trainees.

however.

When Fu Xingzhou, the general manager, the deputy manager, the manager's secretary, and the supervisors of all classifications walked to the front of the two boxes.

The doors of both compartments were found to be closed.

Outside the box door, a figure was lazily leaning against the soundproof wall, talking to the person in front of him.

The man leaning against the wall took off his outer shirt at some point, and only wore a very short T-shirt on his body.

In the dim light, the low-rise light blue jeans outlined the almost perfect but fragile waistline and slender and thin leg bones.

Fu Xingzhou's expression darkened a little and he didn't speak.

In the corridors of high-end clubs, idlers are generally not allowed to stay, not to mention that there are even the most bosses here.

The manager took a step forward angrily, and was about to let the two people leave immediately.

But Fu Xingzhou walked over first.

Sang Qiao was covering his ears and listening to Xu Qiran rambling on how to behave for a while, when he glanced around from the corner of his eye, he saw the great savior walking towards him.

Sang Qiao, who was about to be annoyed to death, immediately waved to Fu Xingzhou enthusiastically: "Hey! Director Fu, hello, thank you for the ride just now, you came up too?"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Sang Qiao's tone had no intention of admitting his relationship with Fu Xingzhou at all.

Even the car has become a free ride.

Fu Xingzhou's face was cold, and after a while he said: "Walk around."

manager:"???"

Doorman: "???"

Forced to ask online, is there a future for a company whose bosses lie?

However, Sang Qiao didn't think about this question: "Oh, then you go shopping, I won't bother you!"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and finally saw the person standing beside Sangqiao.

Male, probably under thirty, with clean clothes and glasses.

Fu Xingzhou looked away distantly, and asked Sang Qiao, "Who is this?"

Sang Qiao made a big smile: "He, he is my manager. His surname is Xu, and his name is Xu Qiran."

Fu Xingzhou nodded very cultivatedly: "Hello."

Xu Qiran: "... Hello."

Xu Qiran frantically hinted at Sangqiao with his eyes to explain what's going on now.

It's a pity that Sang Qiao's stomach was growling with hunger, completely ignoring Xu Qiran's hint, sniffing, and took a look into the 3018 box.

The trainees of various companies waiting in the 3018 box had food and drinks, as well as delicious barbecue...

Sang Qiao looked hard through the crack of the door, his eyes full of envy.

Fu Xingzhou's gaze stayed on Sangqiao for a long time before he said to Xu Qiran, "Why don't you go in?"

Xu Qiran said: "The production coordinator said that there is no place in the waiting room, so let's wait outside."

Fu Xingzhou: "Didn't you have an appointment with the director at eight o'clock?"

Xu Qiran was a little surprised that Fu Xingzhou knew the exact time, thought for a while and said, "It's about eight o'clock. But..."

Xu Qiran sighed helplessly: "But Mr. Fu, you don't know that such things are unavoidably sophisticated."

In other words.

Arrived at [-]:[-] as scheduled, was cut in line and kicked out of the waiting area.

The barbecue and cakes on the table in room 3018 were untouched, and Sang Qiao licked his mouth greedily, feeling pitifully hungry.

Fu Xingzhou's voice was deep, and he asked Xu Qiran, "Will it be the next turn?"

Xu Qiran shook his head: "A lot of people have been inserted, at least fourteen or five groups."

Fu Xingzhou asked again: "What variety show?"

Xu Qiran froze for a moment, and suddenly had an unrealistic idea.

In just an instant, he threw this absurd idea out of his mind: "It's a variety show for growth, called your stage."

Fu Xingzhou thought about something, turned around, and glanced at the manager behind him.

The manager who had regained his composure from the state of shock hurried over and bent over with great insight: "Chairman Fu, I will arrange a separate private room for these two gentlemen right away, the one closest to 3016 and 3015 are vacant." , it’s convenient to go in for an interview later.”

Fu Xingzhou was still not very satisfied with 3015, but he didn't say anything more.

The full-time waiter in the box led Sang Qiao and Xu Qiran in with a friendly smile.

When he was about to enter the door, Sang Qiao did not forget to tilt his head and wink at Fu Xingzhou.

Probably because you go back first and don't worry about me.

Fu Xingzhou interpreted Sangqiao's eyes in a unhappy manner, asked the manager to bring over the menu, and added a few dishes himself.

It happened at this time.

The waiter who had just been sent by the manager to pick up wine from the wine cellar walked outside the door of box 3016 with an ice bucket.

After the series of events just now, the manager has already deeply realized that the director Wang in box 3016 has made a deep bond with Fu Xingzhou.

Isn't it stupid to let people in to deliver wine?

The manager was about to go up and stop him.

Fu Xingzhou pointed to the row of ice buckets: "How many bottles?"

The manager paused, not knowing what the boss was thinking for a while, and tentatively said, "Boss Fu, there are thirty bottles."

The line of Fu Xingzhou's lips looked indifferent and expensive under the corridor light: "Add another fourteen bottles, and they will all be smashed in 3016."

All... smashed?

The manager was startled, and was about to reconfirm.

Fu Xingzhou has already turned around: "Let's send him on his way."

The author has something to say: Fu Xingzhou: It's getting cold, Director Wang should go bankrupt.

Qiaoqiao: 44 bottles of Louis XIII can sell for more than 50 qaq