After marrying the richest husband

When Sang Qiao opened his eyes, he found that it was dark outside the window, and at first he almost thought that he was thrown out by the airport bathroom and thrown on the road.

However, as soon as he turned his head, he saw Fu Xingzhou sitting on the temporary office table next to him, typing something into the computer.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Might as well be left on the road.

The sluggish Sang Qiao thumped twice on the bed, successfully attracting Ba Boss' attention.

Fu Xingzhou walked up to Sangqiao and held out his hand.

Sang Qiao thought that Fu Xingzhou was going to beat him up, so he shrank his neck immediately, and got under the quilt cowardly.

——The hand landed on Sangqiao's forehead.

The temperature that had just receded in the afternoon flared up again at night, and Sang Qiao received a fever-reducing injection only ten minutes ago.

His forehead was still hot.

Fu Xingzhou's hands were warm and cold.

Needless to say, it's quite comfortable to touch.

Sang Qiao subconsciously rubbed against Fu Xingzhou's palm, and when he realized it, he froze and silently turned his head away again.

Fu Xingzhou didn't seem to notice at all, and sat down beside Sangqiao's bed: "Thirsty?"

Sang Qiao nodded honestly.

Fu Xingzhou slightly turned his head to look at Sang Qiao: "Uncomfortable?"

Sang Qiao was very sincere: "Yeah."

Fu Xingzhou's thin lips seemed to be hooked: "But I think you were very happy chasing Yi Chuzhui at the airport."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was a little depressed, and he didn't expect Fu Xingzhou to bring him water to drink, so he moved his position on his own, and prepared to get off the other side of the bed.

As a result, he moved a few times before being pushed back on the bed by Fu Xingzhou.

"Lie down."

Fu Xingzhou couldn't tell whether he was angry or not, so he helped Sangqiao tuck the corner of the quilt casually.

Then he got up and went to the outside room, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to Sang Qiao when he came back: "Your physique is not good, and the doctor ordered that you must quit spicy, greasy barbecue and pickled food in the future."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao: "Pfft—cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!!"

Before Sang Qiao could swallow a sip of water, he choked it all out and coughed heart-piercingly for a long time without stopping.

Fu Xingzhou had no choice but to take Sangqiao's water cup first, then pulled him over and patted his back for a while.

Seeing that Sang Qiao's face slowly eased back, he let him lie back.

Sang Qiao had an expression of you teasing me: "Boss Fu, it's been so many years since the reform and opening up. Hasn't this kind of doctor who wants to destroy people's desires not been laid off yet?"

Fu Xingzhou said coldly: "From today onwards, I will arrange a dedicated team of nutritionists and Chinese and Western food chefs for you, and they will be fully responsible for your main meals and extra meals in the future."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Fu Xingzhou returned the water cup to Sang Qiao.

When skin-to-skin contact appeared, she slowly slid along Sangqiao's fingertips: "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow morning, and the housekeeper will help you move all the supplies to our future house."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao was stunned for two seconds, and finally came to his senses: "No, why should I move?"

Fu Xingzhou bowed his head and said in a deep voice: "We have obtained the certificate and are legal spouses with official documents. If you don't live with me, where do you want to live?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao always felt that something was wrong, and raised his face and said: "No, although the Sang family said they asked me to argue with you, they didn't say that I have to live with you."

Fu Xingzhou turned sideways expressionlessly, looking at Sangqiao.

Sang Qiao's brain, which was a little dizzy from the fever, quickly made up his own brain, and suddenly said: "Fuck, it's not because your family insists on letting us live together?"

Fu Xingzhou seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then frowned: "Don't swear."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Do not say do not say.

Sang Qiao obediently drew a tape on his mouth, sat quietly on the bed, blinking at Fu Xingzhou with a pair of bright and beautiful eyes.

However, Fu Xingzhou was very serious. Watching Sang Qiao finish drinking the water, he took the water cup and put it on the bedside table next to him, then turned around and went back to work on the sofa.

Sangqiao, who has neither a mobile phone to play nor a place to chat, is extremely boring. He stares at the infusion tube for a while, and then crawls on the bed like a rice bug.

Sure enough, Fu Xingzhou looked over again: "Sangqiao, it's time for you to sleep."

Sang Qiao popped his head out from under the quilt, rubbed his legs together, and said to Fu Xingzhou, "I know, but Director Fu, I want to pee."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou rubbed the center of his brows, and completely let go of the merger and acquisition case in his hand that had not been read for two days.

It may be because he spent too long in the hospital, although Fu Xingzhou's suit was no longer the one at the airport, but there were still a few wrinkles.

Fu Xingzhou moved Sangqiao's infusion stand away, and passed his hand over: "Come down."

Sang Qiao didn't expect that he could get such good treatment. He put his hand on Fu Xingzhou's hand carefully, raised his head again, and said eagerly, "Really help me?"

Fu Xingzhou said: "Slippers."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao jumped to put on the slippers.

Although Sang Qiao was often hospitalized with colds, he had never lived in such a large and luxurious ward before.

In addition to the necessary beds in the ward, this suite is also equipped with a sofa and a dining room.

On the way to the bathroom, Sang Qiao took a peek and saw a small audio-visual room.

Rich people really do whatever they want.

Sang Qiao was amazed for a while, and finally remembered to snatch his infusion bottle back at the toilet door.

By the way, he asked Fu Xingzhou, "Director Fu, do you think I'm particularly troublesome?"

Fu Xingzhou showed no expression.

Sang Qiao hurriedly struck while the iron was hot: "Let me tell you, Mr. Fu, I grew up in a small alley. I didn't go to school, but I learned how to fight from others. My speech is not civilized, very vulgar, and I can't stand on stage!"

Fu Xingzhou gave Sang Qiao a cold look: "What do you want to say?"

Sang Qiao approached Fu Xingzhou with a smile: "It's just... I'm really not suitable to live with you. You said that if I moved to your place, you would be so troublesome, wouldn't you?"

Fu Xingzhou's gaze stayed on Sangqiao's beautiful face for a few seconds, and suddenly he raised the corner of his mouth, as if smiling.

Sang Qiao was taken aback.

Since the two met, this was the first time he saw Fu Xingzhou smile.

However, Sangqiao hadn't recovered yet.

He heard Fu Xingzhou who was standing opposite said: "Don't worry."

Sang Qiao: "..."

What Fu Xingzhou said seemed to be true: "I'm not afraid of noise."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Fu Xingzhou's expression had returned to his indifferent expression, he paused for a few seconds, and added: "And indeed, my mother wants us to live together."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao realized.

Among all the rumors he had heard before, there was only a bad relationship between Fu Xingzhou and the old chairman of the Fu family, but almost never about Fu Xingzhou's mother.

Since it is what my mother meant.

Then...forget it.

For 800 million, Sang Qiao could only force himself to figure it out.

Anyway, where to live is not to live.

Sang Qiao whistled and drained the water, then walked out clumsily holding the infusion bottle, and handed the bottle to Fu Xingzhou who was waiting at the door.

Obediently retracted into the quilt on the bed and lay down.

Sang Qiao tugged Fu Xingzhou's sleeve again, and said loyally: "Boss Fu, I don't have much luggage, so I won't take up too much space in your house!"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou was silent for a while, and hummed.

Sang Qiao said again: "And I will be entering the studio for filming soon, so I won't bother you very much."

Fu Xingzhou responded this time: "Variety show?"

Sang Qiao nodded: "Yes."

Fu Xingzhou dimmed the bedside lamp a bit: "When will you join the group?"

Sang Qiao roughly calculated according to the date, and said uncertainly: "Probably this Thursday, I think it is this day."

Fu Xingzhou disagreed: "Your cold will not get better this Thursday."

Sang Qiao turned over carelessly under the quilt, squinted his eyes and yawned a little: "It's okay, anyway, I guess this kind of show is just a round tour. I have no talent or skills. And It's been two years since I debuted."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou touched Tan Sangqiao's forehead again and felt that the temperature was not so high, so he went out and called Raven.

Wait for Fu Xingzhou to return to the ward.

Sang Qiao was already rubbing on the verge of lethargy.

Fu Xingzhou put Sang Qiao's hand outside back under the quilt: "Sang Qiao?"

Sang Qiao said in a daze, "Well."

Fu Xingzhou sat down beside Sangqiao's hospital bed, and said softly, "Qiaoqiao, do you want to get angry?"

Sang Qiao probably thought it was a dream, so he licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his red tongue, and said in a hoarse voice, "I think so, it's hot... make a lot of money."

Fu Xingzhou frowned.

Fu Xingzhou's business trip schedule is about to start at dawn.

Anyway, when Sang Qiao slept until the sun basked in his butt, the person who appeared beside him was not Fu Xingzhou, but Yuan Bo, the housekeeper Fu Xingzhou mentioned last night.

Yuan Bokan is about 50 years old, and he brings his own professional moving team and moving tools.

Very efficient.

Within three hours, all the belongings including Sangqiao were packed and taken back to Fu Xingzhou's house.

On the edge of the Fourth Ring Road, where every inch of land is precious, this community, which is clearly private and exclusive, has a high wall. Straight and lush phoenix trees are planted tightly along the wall, enclosing the space densely. ventilation.

Yuan Bo, wearing reading glasses, recorded Sang Qiao's iris and fingerprints into the security system in the villa.

Then he drove for 5 minutes, bypassed the verdant garden in the front yard, and welcomed Sangqiao into the gate of his new home.

The three-story single-family villa on the ground is still exaggerated except for the front and rear yards. The built-in infinity pool is divided into two levels, the water is clear and clear.

The viewing platform on the top floor extends outwards, with several gorgeous flowers blooming.

"Master Sang, this villa has been owned by both of you after you and Mr. Fu got married. You have the right to renovate and decorate this house."

Yuan Bo stood at the door and signaled Sang Qiao to go in, "Sir, I specifically told you before the business trip that the recording room and piano room you needed were all completed last night. Do you need to go to check and accept now?" Sang Qiao: "... "

Sang Qiao looked up at the ten-meter-high ceiling in the hall: "No need, I just want to be quiet now..."

Yuan Bo immediately said: "Master Sang misses Jingjing? Could Mr. Sang tell me Jingjing's address, and I will send the driver to pick him up right away to meet Mr. Sang."

Sang Qiao: "..."

The author has something to say: Qiaoqiao: Ahhh!I said **you said you! **!

Fu Xingzhou: Okay, fuck you_

Qiaoqiao:? ? ?