After marrying the richest husband

Although Sang Qiao cried and scolded him all night with a hoarse voice.

But Fu Xingzhou's mood can be said to be very good.

For example, this excellent mood can be reflected in the fact that he and Sang Qiao have not slept for long.

It was still early in the morning, and Sang Qiao's cell phone that was originally placed on the bedside table rang, and she persistently made one call after another for several minutes without stopping.

Sang Qiao, who was huddled in Fu Xingzhou's arms, was sleeping very soundly at first, but after the continuous ringing of the phone, he unconsciously leaned against Fu Xingzhou, as if a little uneasy.

Fu Xingzhou kissed Sangqiao's forehead, and stretched out his hand to help him straighten the scars left on his shoulders from last night covered by the corner of the quilt.

He got out of bed from the other side lightly, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside, pushed open the door and walked out of the bedroom.

During this period, Sangqiao's mobile phone was used twice in a row, and the caller ID showed an unrecorded number.

Fu Xingzhou concealed the bedroom door, walked a little further, and only picked up the phone after making sure that Sang Qiao could not hear him: "Hello, who is it?"

On the other end of the phone: "?"

On the other end of the phone: "..."

The program crew on the other end of the phone was stunned.

Sang Qiao's voice was clear, with a tinge of a boy when he spoke.

But now the person who answered the phone had a low voice, and there was a kind of condescension and alienation in his speech that had been restrained.

Obviously not Sang Qiao himself.

In addition, Sang Qiao had an accident during the recording of the program and was sent to the hospital. Although he did not announce it to other trainees and the media in order to ensure the truth, the staff who went to the scene basically knew the background of Sang Qiao. .

The first thing he did at work early in the morning was to call Sang Qiao, the head of the event planning team of the program group, who was in a cold sweat.

Even better.

Fu Xingzhou on the other side of the phone seemed to ask again because he hadn't heard a reply for a long time: "Who is that?"

Planning team leader: "..."

This world is really cruel!

The program planning team leader quickly recalled how many calls he had made this morning, and came to the conclusion that he couldn't even remember.

They are all adults, and another person answers the phone at this time.

It is conceivable that the two must have slept together last night.

And one of them has woken up with a clear voice, and the other is still asleep.

The planning team leader touched the top of his increasingly sparse head in despair, and said as if death was at home: "Is...is it Director Fu?"

Fu Xingzhou stood in the corridor, turned his head and looked in the direction of the master bedroom: "It's me."

Planning team leader: "..."

Fu Xingzhou's daily schedule is actually very regular. Every morning, there is a fixed coffee time at 07:30, and then he eats at [-]:[-], and he goes to the company on time at [-]:[-].

In the hall on the first floor, there were already servants starting work, and Yuan Bo just passed under the stairs.

Fu Xingzhou shook his head at him, signaling that he would not go downstairs for dinner this morning.

On the other end of the phone, the planning team leader of the program group finally came back in the suffocating atmosphere, tried to maintain a normal mind, and said extremely politely: "Hello, Director Fu, this is how Director Fu is. You also know that Sangqiao is with us. The popularity of this show is very high...but he has been absent from two episodes of the show so far, so the audience has some opinions on this recently..."

Fu Xingzhou's voice was always cold, but he didn't interrupt the planning team leader. He patiently waited for the other end of the phone to finish speaking: "So?"

Planning team leader: "..."

So come out and show your face!Show it to the audience!

Not only is Sangqiao very popular, but he is also known to be very talkative among the staff of the program team. Before calling, the entire planning team had already thought up a bunch of business methods for Sangqiao.

It's a pity that after all the calculations, it was not Sang Qiao who answered the phone.

The planning team leader tremblingly combined the contents of a list into the most important one: "Director Fu, popularity and traffic are actually, quite important to trainees...Of course! These are not as important as your capital! "

The planning team leader took a deep breath: "But Qiaoqiao's fans haven't seen him for so long, so they still have some opinions. I don't know if it's convenient, can I ask Qiaoqiao to open a live broadcast, and talk to fans shall we meet?"

This is already the simplest item in the table listed by the program group.

Fu Xingzhou: "Live broadcast?"

The planning team leader was afraid that President Fu would kill this last request in the cradle, so he hastened to add: "Don't worry, Director Fu, there is no need for Qiaoqiao to prepare anything. If you are really worried, you can choose the live broadcast location , our program team will cooperate absolutely unconditionally."

Fu Xingzhou frowned.

Although Fu Xingzhou probably knew what the live broadcast process was.

But from a personal point of view, Fu Xingzhou didn't want Sang Qiao to meet any audience.

What is there to see?

His Qiaoqiao should only look at him and always look at him alone.

But no.

Before Sang Qiao was discharged from the hospital, Fu Xingzhou made a special trip to visit the doctor named Sang Qiao who had provided psychotherapy for nearly three years.

The doctor said that Sang Qiao had to find some value in life.

When a person is alive, there must be something to look forward to.

Fu Xingzhou has watched the video of Sang Qiao's first public performance more than once, some were recorded directly from the live show, and some were specially recorded by fans——

The lights on the stage shone on Sang Qiao, who was as handsome and cute as a little prince.

Then.

If there are many, many fans, will Sang Qiao be happier?

In the brief silence, the program planning team on the other side of the phone quickly formed a circle.

The planning team leader turned on the handset on the phone, and a group of people waited in front of the phone with bated breath.

However, he didn't wait for Fu Xingzhou's reply for a long time.

The planning team leader, who still had a little bit of hope, gradually cooled down, raised his head, and was about to shake his head at the several team members sitting around him——

But suddenly I heard Fu Xingzhou on the other side of the phone say: "Yes."

The whole program planning team: "!!!"

Fu Xingzhou said: "The time will be three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and the location will be set at home. For your specific number of people and equipment, please contact Raven, and I will ask him to send a car to pick you up."

The whole program planning team: "!!!"

It's not just live anymore!

This can also be broadcast live on the big guy's house! !

And you can visit the big guy's house for free! ?

The hanging heart of the planning team leader finally fell back into his stomach, and he immediately replied: "No problem, no problem! Don't worry, Mr. Fu, there are not many staff members, and they will never disturb Qiaoqiao's recuperation and rest! I will talk to you now Assistant contact, see you tomorrow afternoon?"

Fu Xingzhou's self-cultivation to the outside world has always been impeccable, he nodded slightly: "See you later."

Sang Qiao missed breakfast, and was drowsy on the bed, being coaxed and tricked by Fu Xingzhou to eat tofu for lunch.

It wasn't until four o'clock in the afternoon that I opened my eyes sullenly.

He turned over on the bed, and saw Fu Xingzhou who was sitting at the desk next to him and working.

On the second floor, there is actually a separate study and office for Fu Xingzhou, which also has a small meeting room with good sound insulation.

It's just that Mr. Fu obviously doesn't want to go there now, but works very leisurely on the small desk in the bedroom.

Sang Qiao stood on the bed like a salted fish while watching Fu Xingzhou for a while.

Still can't figure out why he has to lie on his stomach half dead now after a whole night of physical labor, but Fu Xingzhou not only doesn't need to lie on his stomach, but can also be well-dressed and dressed in animal clothes and leather shoes...

I only blame myself for being uneducated and not learning four-character idioms.

Sang Qiao couldn't think of other words to scold Fu Xingzhou for a while, and felt pain all over his body, so he was about to tuck himself back into the bed angrily.

It's just that this time, Fu Xingzhou discovered it just after he moved a bit.

Fu Xingzhou didn't go to the company today, so he asked Raven to send the file directly from the mailbox.

As soon as it was almost done, I caught a glimpse of the quilt on the bed arching itself from the corner of the eye.

Before the sneaky Sangqiao could tuck himself back into the quilt, Fu Xingzhou hugged him back into his arms.

Fu Xingzhou pulled down the quilt covering Sangqiao's head, and said with a low smile, "Aren't you bored?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao felt that his butt valley hurt a little, but it wasn't too painful.

He stretched out his leg and kicked Fu Xingzhou, his voice was still hoarse: "Go away...I'm going to the toilet."

Sang Qiao was indeed tired from shouting last night.

When Fu Xingzhou coaxed Sangqiao to eat at noon, he fed him a lot of pear soup, and the cup was still on the small cabinet next to the bed.

Fu Xingzhou reached out and brought the cup over, let Sangqiao drink two more sips, and said gently: "Does your leg hurt, can I take you to the bathroom?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao bit Fu Xingzhou's shoulder angrily, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

When I hit the ground for the first time, I didn't stand still, my feet were soft, and my whole body was tilted.

Fu Xingzhou stretched out his hand in an extremely timely manner and took Sang Qiao back into his arms: "Is there really no need to hug her?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao stepped on Fu Xingzhou's foot and ran away with a limp.

Although yesterday... No, it should be that when the morning was approaching today, Sangqiao was already dizzy to the point where Fu Xingzhou could do whatever he wanted.

But he still reluctantly remembered that in the end Fu Xingzhou carried him into the bathroom again, and washed him carefully before returning to the bed.

Sang Qiao's legs were really trembling a little, he leaned on the wall to drain the water, and happened to glance at himself in the mirror when he turned to go out of the bathroom.

Probably because he loved leisure, hated work, was arrogant and extravagant all night, the eye sockets of the person in the mirror were still red, there was some water in his eyes, and there was a faint apple color on the cheeks on both sides.

It seems to have been well moisturized.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao scolded Fu Xingzhou again in his heart, opened the sliding door of the bathroom and walked out.

There is no one on the bed.

Fu Xingzhou, who was sitting by the bed just now, got up and stood by the desk talking on the phone with someone.

When Sang Qiao came out, Fu Xingzhou had almost finished communicating with the person on the other side of the phone.

Fu Xingzhou hung up the phone and waved to Sang Qiao: "Come on, Qiaoqiao."