After marrying the richest husband

Sang Zhongde is here?

Sang Qiao froze for a moment, subconsciously turned around and wanted to leave the same way.

However, before he had time to walk out of the gate, he heard the sound of hard-soled leather shoes coming out of the hall quickly.

Sang Chongde probably thought it was Fu Xingzhou who came back, and he greeted him at the door with a big smile on his face.

After bypassing the entrance, he realized that the person who came back was not Fu Xingzhou.

But Sangqiao.

A trace of dissatisfaction quickly flashed across Sang Zhongde's face, and then he squeezed out a smile and walked towards Sangqiao.

The very loving father reached out to grab Sang Qiao's shoulder: "Isn't Qiao Qiao participating in the show? Why are you back today? Dad hasn't seen you for the past few days. Why don't you go back to Sang's house for a meal?"

Sang Qiao hid from under Sang Zhongde's arm expressionlessly, and hooked the corner of his mouth: "Sang Zhongde, can I go back to Sang's house for dinner, don't you have any b numbers in mind?"

Sang Zhongde: "..."

Sang Chongde is over 50 years old this year. Although he already has a beer belly, he can barely be considered a dog.

What's more, people rely on clothes. Every time he comes out, he can present himself as a hypocrite in a suit and leather shoes.

It's a pity that Sang Qiao has a fearless spirit in his bones, no matter in front of others or behind others, he has never saved face for Sang Chongde.

Sang Chongde is wearing a dark ochre tunic suit today, looking energetic and decent.

Even though Sang Qiao was thrown off by the call at this time, his expression only slightly changed, and soon he began to try to spread his father's love: "Don't say that, Qiaoqiao, Dad knows that you have suffered all these years... But Dad also has difficulties ,look……"

"Sorry, I can't see without contact lenses."

Sang Qiao interrupted Sang Chongde, and asked expressionlessly, "What are you doing here?"

Uncle Yuan and several servants in the villa were waiting at the entrance of the hall.

Sang Zhongde was bullied by Sang Qiao several times in a row, and his face finally turned ugly.

He took two steps back, sat down on the large sofa, and sighed: "Qiaoqiao, why is the gap between you and your father so deep? You have been married for so long, and your father has never seen you. I happen to be free today, so I just wanted to come and see you."

Listen.

What a touching father-son relationship.

Sang Qiao listened to the music, and put the kraft paper bag in his hand on the display shelf: "You came for the land in the west of the city, the project of Rongcheng Harbor Resort, you mentioned it to me before."

Sang Qiao's memory is actually not very good, and he found this name on the Internet after Sang Zhongde mentioned it to him before.

The smile on Sang Zhongde's face was like a knife full of conspiracy, and he cut Sangqiao's flesh heavily and slowly: "Qiaoqiao, how do you talk? You and Boss Fu have officially received the certificate now, Sangqiao Fu's family is in-laws, how can one family talk about two families?"

Seeing that Sang Qiao didn't make a sound.

Sang Zhongde poured himself a cup of tea: "Furthermore, I have already called Boss Fu before coming here, and he has verbally agreed that Dad is here to sign the contract."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao's heart sank violently.

He still remembers the specific location of the land he saw on the website of Fu's Enterprise, the prime location, and the revenue in the first year after the goal is established can be expected to reach the highest level of resorts that have emerged in Beicheng in recent years.

Moreover, this project is fully owned by Fu Shiben, and no public bidding has ever been conducted.

But forcefully let people like Sang Chongde... such people take advantage of him for nothing.

If not for myself.

Fu Xingzhou would not give Sang Zhongde this face either.

I am really redundant.

Sang Qiao lowered his eyes, thought of something, suddenly raised his head and hooked his lips: "You're right, the contract hasn't been signed anyway."

Sang Chongde caught the meaning in Sangqiao's words, and his face twisted: "What do you mean?"

Sang Qiao smiled at Sang Zhongde: "It's nothing interesting, I'm just glad I came back tonight. I'm going to keep an eye on Fu Xingzhou and tell him not to sign this document. Is there a problem?"

Sang Zhongde slammed the table: "Sangqiao!"

Sang Qiao grinned: "Why, you want to beat me? Then you beat me. If you beat me, I won't let Fu Xingzhou sign with you. I'm mad at you!"

Sang Chongde's good mood was finally completely destroyed by Sang Qiao, and all the loving father he had been carrying all along collapsed.

He pointed at Sangqiao, and took a few breaths: "Sangqiao, I think your wings are hard and you want to fly! Sangmen Xing, if it wasn't for the support of the Sang family, you would have made it to Fu Xingzhou. Doors? Forget your origins..."

Sang Zhongde hadn't finished his last few words.

Fu Xingzhou walked in from behind the entrance with a cold face.

Perhaps it is the reason why the temperature in Beicheng has dropped today.

Fu Xingzhou changed into a gray and black handmade cashmere coat.

The left and right doors of the villa's gate hadn't been closed yet, and the night wind brought the chill on Fu Xingzhou's face into the house.

The black moccasins stomped on the ground almost silently.

Fu Xingzhou stood still in the brightly lit hall, slowly handed the coat to the butler behind him, and raised his eyebrows: "Boss Sang came quite early."

The moment Sang Zhongde saw Fu Xingzhou, he quickly restrained all his swear words. At this time, he was dignified and kind, and he stretched out his hand to Fu Xingzhou in the skin of an upper-class man: "Fu Dong takes every opportunity, I will come earlier It should be."

Fu Xingzhou casually glanced at Sang Zhongde's outstretched hand, and walked past him extremely coldly.

Walking to Sang Qiao, frowned, looking at the three paper bags Sang Qiao was holding: "What are these?"

Apart from Fu Xingzhou and Sang Chongde, there were Yuan Bo and other servants in the hall in the hall.

Sang Qiao shook his hand holding the fun paper bag, feeling a little ashamed to answer this question in public, so he pursed his lips: "I'll tell you when I get back to the room!"

Compared with Sang Zhongde in front of him, Fu Xingzhou was obviously more interested in the paper bag in Sang Qiao's hand.

After getting Sang Qiao's answer.

Fu Xingzhou nodded: "Then you go upstairs and wait for me first? I'll come after I've dealt with other things."

Go upstairs and wait? !

That must not work!

Sang Qiao poked his head out from behind Fu Xingzhou and glanced at Sang Chongde, shaking his head like a rattle: "No, no, I'll wait for you here!"

Fu Xingzhou helped Sangqiao tidy up his clothes, which were wrinkled from holding things, and said gently, "I'll be distracted from my work when you're here."

Sang Qiao: "..."

What you said seems to be true.

Sang Qiao curled his lips, and pulled Fu Xingzhou's clothes with difficulty with one hand: "Then, then come with me first, I have something to tell you."

Fu Xingzhou reached out and plucked the broken hair on Sangqiao's forehead, turned around and said to Sang Zhongde: "I'll accompany Qiaoqiao upstairs for a while, please wait for Mr. Sang, I will come down soon."

Sang Zhongde naturally remembered the reason for the dispute between him and Sang Qiao just now, and he was afraid that Fu Xingzhou would change his mind if he followed Sang Qiao up, so he hurriedly said: "This... Fu Dong, you and Qiao Qiao have just got married, I can understand .But it’s late now, and I’ve brought the contract, but it’s just a matter of signing..."

Fu Xingzhou had already taken Sang Qiao to the stairs on the first floor, and he turned sideways when he heard the words: "Mr. Sang, Fu will not go back on what he said. You don't have to worry."

This is indeed true.

Fu Xingzhou has an excellent reputation in Vanity Fair, and he has never heard of any betrayal.

Sang Zhongde was overjoyed when he got a promise.

Only then did he put his heart back into his stomach, and even waved his hand: "Boss Fu is too polite! Of course I am not worried. There is no need to worry between you and Qiaoqiao. I will just wait patiently!"

Sang Qiao: "..."

I always find this sentence weird.

Sang Qiao pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out what was wrong with this sentence, and was about to start climbing the stairs.

Fu Xingzhou beside him reached out to take the kraft paper bag in his arms, and said, "Go to the second floor, my bedroom."

Sang Qiao was stunned for a second: "Huh? Oh oh...Okay."

We're going to sleep together anyway.

Whichever bedroom you go to is the same.

Sang Qiao obediently followed Fu Xingzhou, and arrived at the door of his bedroom like a little tail.

then.

Seeing that Fu Xingzhou opened the door, he turned slightly sideways, and said flatly, "Go in."

Sang Qiao: "..."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Sang Qiao always felt that he could hear a little subtlety from Fu Xingzhou's words...

Satisfaction?

It was a bit like the unhurriedness of the large beasts in the animal world he had seen before after capturing their prey.

Sang Qiao trembled a little from the fright of his brain, and tentatively stepped into Fu Xingzhou's room.

This bedroom is obviously the master bedroom on the second floor, with a large space, and the study and bedroom are directly connected, which is convenient for the owner.

The beige carpet and lighting make the room soft and warm.

Sang Qiao snatched his kraft paper bag back from Fu Xingzhou, carefully stacked it in the corner, raised his face seriously, and said solemnly: "You...don't sign that contract with Sang Zhongde, okay?"

Fu Xingzhou lingered on the paper bag for a few more times, then looked at Sangqiao: "What's wrong?"

Sang Qiao always felt that he shouldn't insult Sang Zhongde in front of Fu Xingzhou, so he had to try his best to choose the words: "Sang Zhongde is very bad...and I heard that his company has some problems in the capital chain recently, Anyway, you must not sign with him."

However, Fu Xingzhou neither said yes nor said no.

Standing in front of Sangqiao, he slightly curled the corner of his mouth: "Qiaoqiao, are you worried about me?"

Sang Qiao began to nod sincerely: "That's right! I've searched for your company's project. You originally wanted to do it yourself, so don't give it to Sang Chongde! He's terrible!"

Sang Qiao's voice has always been soft, with a faint taste of a boy.

Especially at this time, he sped up his tone and said a few words, tilted his head slightly, his moist and crystal eyes were full of eagerness, and looked even more attractive.

Fu Xingzhou glanced at Sangqiao's tender Adam's apple, and said in a hoarse voice, "I know."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Fu Xingzhou reached out and touched Sangqiao's hair: "I also know that Sang Zhongde treated you badly, scolded you, beat you, and made you hungry."

Sang Qiao: "???"

You scumbag, you know all about it and you still need to sign a contract with Sang Zhongde! ?

Sang Qiao frowned, as angry as a puffer fish.

Getting ready to start autism.

I felt Fu Xingzhou's hand gently rubbing the tip of his right ear.

then.

Fu Xingzhou's people also leaned over, and gently kissed Sangqiao's right ear bone: "Qiaoqiao, my husband will help you avenge you, okay?"

The night is slightly cool.

Fu Xingzhou's lips are hot

When it slips past the ear, there is a very cherished taste.

Before Sang Qiao could react.

Fu Xingzhou had already stood up straight: "There are new towels in the bathroom, and the big round bathtub you like. Go take a bath and come up after I finish dealing with Sang Chongde, huh?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was directly thrown into the ditch by Fu Xingzhou's coquettish operation, and he honestly walked to the bathroom with his clothes in his arms. Halfway, he turned around and told him again: "You must not be deceived by him. It's gone!"

Fu Xingzhou nodded.

Sang Qiao leaned on the door frame and thought for a while: "Then, come up quickly."

Fu Xingzhou said: "Okay."

All the while I heard the sound of water turning on in the bathroom.

Fu Xingzhou turned around and walked downstairs.

Back in the lobby on the first floor, Sang Chongde was still sitting there drinking tea with a restless expression on his face.

Waiting to see Fu Xingzhou come back with his expression unchanged.

The stone in Sang Zhongde's heart just fell to the ground, he stood up and apologized with a smile: "Fu Dong, Qiaoqiao has been stubborn since he was a child, so you have to worry too much."

Fu Xingzhou sat down on the sofa on the other side unhurriedly, and glanced at Sang Zhongde: "Really?"

Sang Zhongde was full of displeasure that the person who finally entered the Fu family was Sang Qiao, and hurriedly said: "Qiaoqiao... well, I did not teach this child well when I was young, and he has a bad personality."

Sang Zhongde secretly observed Fu Xingzhou's face, seeing no change, he continued: "Mr. Fu came to tell me about the marriage between the two families. Our whole family thinks that Qingqing is actually more suitable for you, and I blame Qingqing for being unlucky... ..."

Fu Xingzhou suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth.

Sang Chongde's words stopped immediately: "Boss Fu?"

Fu Xingzhou said: "Mr. Sang, if I remember correctly. When my grandfather went to your house, the request for marriage was that I hope to marry your youngest son."

Sang Zhongde: "..."

There was an undisguised indifference in Fu Xingzhou's eyes: "It was you who interpreted this sentence as Sang Qing. I didn't expose it. It is already the greatest courtesy to you."

He paused, and tapped the mahogany armrest rhythmically with his fingers on the sofa: "I haven't asked you if you regard Sang Qiao as your son, but you can continue to introduce Sang Qing to me?"

Fu Xingzhou looked at Sang Zhongde with a smile that was not a smile: "Mr. Sang is so eloquent, it's really a waste of talent not to do product sales."

Fu Xingzhou has a lonely personality, and he rarely talks so much.

But if Sang Chongde could know even the slightest bit about Fu Xingzhou, he would know.

The people who made Fu Xingzhou say so many things were basically very cold.

The housekeeper, Yuan Bo, silently withdrew his gaze from Sang Chongde.

Bringing a fresh fruit plate to the table, he said in the freezing atmosphere: "Master, Mr. Sang, don't be too busy just talking about business, your body is important, eat fruit."

The bright red cherries have been washed crystal clear, with water droplets still hanging on them.

Winter white strawberries and cherries are placed on a plate, with sliced ​​green fruit and dragon fruit on the side.

Only then did Fu Xingzhou shift his attention away from Sang Zhongde: "Have you brought it to Sangqiao?"

Uncle Yuan put the fruit plate in the right position: "It's ready. Mr. Sang likes to eat salad, and the kitchen is preparing it. I'll send it to him as soon as it's ready."

Sang Zhongde's ugly face finally eased back a little bit.

He realized that it was a serious mistake to continue to mention Sang Qing with Fu Xingzhou at this time.

So he quickly changed the subject and took out the contract from his briefcase: "Look at my mouth, it's really... Mr. Fu, this is the company cooperation development plan for the resort project that I prepared. Please look it over, if you have no other questions, We can finalize the cooperation tonight."

Fu Xingzhou didn't mean to change his words, he just raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "Mr. Sang, my assistant will come with the lawyers related to Fu's real estate soon. I hope Mr. Sang won't mind."

Sang Zhongde: "..."

Probably saw Sang Chongde's hesitation.

Fu Xingzhou added very calmly: "Of course, if Mr. Sang thinks I'm unreasonable, this contract can also be discarded."

Sang Zhongde: "..."

Give up? !

The Sang family's business has been hit repeatedly during this period, and the frequency has made Sang Zhongde wonder if someone is messing with him behind his back.

This development project with Fu's is related to the life and death of the entire Sang family company, so naturally it can't be left alone.

Sang Chongde sat back on the sofa heavily, and forced a smile: "It should be, it should be, brothers have to settle accounts clearly, Director Fu is cautious, understandable, understandable."

Fu Xingzhou ignored Sang Chongde and went to the kitchen to inspect the fruit plate and salad that was about to be brought to Sang Qiao.

He also personally pulled a chocolate flower on the hot milk in Sangqiao. After admiring it, he specially asked Yuan Bo not to shake the cup when he brought it upstairs.

Uncle Yuan: "..."

Fortunately, Fu Xingzhou's public show and secret show did not last long.

Raven walked in through the door with five lawyers in neat suits. After accepting Sang Zhongde's contract in a business-like manner, they quickly discussed it.

After half an hour.

The leading lawyer nodded slightly to Fu Xingzhou: "Boss Fu, we have collectively discussed Mr. Sang Zhongde's contract. The general direction of the terms is correct, but some details need to be refined. We have revised and perfected it. Please and Mr. Sang Zhongde You can sign after reading it."

Fu Xingzhou took the contract and flipped through it casually, then handed it to Sang Chongde.

Sang Zhongde carefully read it twice from beginning to end, and found that the content was only about detailing responsibilities and the division of labor in the early and late stages of the project, and there were no other changes, so he agreed with confidence.

After the two parties signed the new contract, Yuan Bo sent the satisfied Sang Zhongde out of the gate of the villa.

The kitchen has already prepared for supper, and it is served hot on the table.

In addition to the routine food tonic stew, there is also salted egg yolk crayfish.

Raven's eyes turned green. He took off his coat and yelled at several other lawyers to sit down and eat together.

Still haven't had time to sit still.

Fu Xingzhou frowned: "I have something to do today, so I won't let you eat."

Raven: "???"

No.

Boss, why are you still like this after the meal is served?

Raven's heart was broken: "Boss, we eat very quickly, 10 minutes, no, we can finish eating in 5 minutes!"

Fu Xingzhou was unmoved: "I invite you alone another day, I have something to do today."

Raven: "..."

What is the longest distance in the world.

That's him at this end, and the crayfish at that end.

Can only look at each other.

Can't stay together.

Raven swallowed his heartbroken saliva, and put on his coat in pain.

After walking a few steps towards the gate like other lawyers who were also helpless and hungry.

Still maintaining a dedicated attitude, he came back and asked Fu Xingzhou in a low voice: "Boss, if you go down with the sword, the Sang family will not be able to stand up at all. Are you sure about the lady boss..."

Fu Xingzhou's expression was cold: "He won't know."

Raven: "..."

Fine.

Anyway, you are the boss.

Raven left with the vicissitudes of life in his heart.

Fu Xingzhou tidied up the dining table himself, put out a few plates of steaming late-night snacks, and went upstairs to call Sangqiao in satisfaction.

The ceiling light in the room has been turned off.

Only a small warm-colored night light on the other side of the Sangqiao was left on.

In the limited light and shadow of the night light.

A clean Pikachu milk mug and glass fruit bowl are on the bedside table.

And Sang Qiao was lying on his side on the left side of the bed, wrapped in a big and cotton quilt, only showing half of his small head from the nose up.

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

What a strange sleeping position.

The blanket on the floor is soft and quiet.

Fu Xingzhou walked to Sangqiao, sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked down at the sleeping person under the quilt.

She probably fell asleep for a while, her face was a little rosier than usual, and her curled eyelashes were closed like a butterfly resting on it.

The corners of her lips are slightly pursed, and there is still a milk mustache hanging from one corner of her mouth after drinking milk.

Quietly but beautifully.

Fu Xingzhou stretched out his hand, and his fingertips just landed on the milky beard on Sangqiao's lips.

The person on the bed trembled in shock, opened his eyes, and hid back as if in fear.

However soon.

Sang Qiao realized that the person in front of him was Fu Xingzhou.

It was Fu Xingzhou, a good man who would never hit him.

Sang Qiao wrapped herself in the quilt, grabbed the edge of the quilt, and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

Then obediently bent the corners of his mouth towards Fu Xingzhou, and said softly: "It's time, shall we sleep?"