After marrying the richest husband

The turbulent undercurrent between Fu Xingzhou and Zhuang Hui did not affect Sangqiao standing beside him at all.

He looked in the direction of Fu Xingzhou with bright eyes, without even looking at Zhuang Hui again, he ran towards Fu Xingzhou at a trot all the way.

Sang Qiao quickly ran to Fu Xingzhou and stopped, took a breath, and said happily, "You're back!"

There was no one else in the parking lot.

Fu Xingzhou reached out to help Sang Qiao straighten the hood on his sweater, and then smiled gently at Sang Qiao: "Say hello to Mr. Zhuang and see you later, let's go to dinner first."

Sang Qiao happened to be very hungry.

So he stood beside Fu Xingzhou obediently, waved to Zhuang Hui, and said politely and sensiblely: "Mr. Zhuang, let's go to dinner! Thank you for your mobile phone! Goodbye!"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

The smile on Zhuang Hui's face faded unconsciously, and he stood by the car and looked at Fu Xingzhou and Sang Qiao opposite.

Fu Xingzhou frowned: "Mobile phone?"

Sang Qiao didn't mean to hide it from Fu Xingzhou at all, and took the initiative to take out his mobile phone in his trouser pocket and showed it to Fu Xingzhou: "This is it. I broke my mobile phone two days ago, and I just bought it from Mr. Zhuang today." A new one, I have already paid Teacher Zhuang!"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

There was no one else in the garage, and even the tiniest voice was clear.

Zhuang Hui wanted to laugh a little bit, but he didn't know what he was laughing at.

He thought for a while, and took two steps forward: "Director Fu, Sang Qiao has indeed given me the money for the mobile phone. You don't need to convert the gift into money and let the assistant pass it on to me like you did in the last live broadcast."

Fu Xingzhou turned his head and gave Zhuang Hui a cold look: "Mr. Zhuang is too worried, but I will help him buy Qiaoqiao's mobile phone. Mr. Lao Zhuang is bothering."

This is already an unkind answer.

But Fu Xingzhou didn't seem to want to give up.

He looked down at the cell phone in Sang Qiao's hand, and said in a warm voice: "Qiao Qiao, go and return the cell phone. I'll take you to pick out a new one now. You can choose the color you like, okay?"

Sang Qiao raised his head: "Hey, the color I like? Then can I pick the latest one suitable for playing games?"

Fu Xingzhou agreed to Sang Qiao's request in a very good manner: "Yes, but you can't overplay the game."

Sang Qiao was immediately moved by the persuasion, and skipped back to Zhuang Hui, and handed over the phone: "Mr. Zhuang, thank you for your phone. But I want Fu Xingzhou to buy me a new one suitable for playing games. Can I return this phone to you?"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui unconsciously glanced at Fu Xingzhou behind Sangqiao.

In Fu Xingzhou's eyes, there is something that belongs to the victorious side of male animals, deliberately restrained and condescending.

Zhuang Hui sighed softly, and took the phone from Sang Qiao's hand.

Sang Qiao watched Zhuang Hui put away the phone anxiously, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked softly, "Then... will you refund my money?"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui took out his mobile phone and transferred the money to Sang Qiao via WeChat.

Sang Qiao craned his neck secretly to see that Zhuang Hui had indeed transferred the money to his WeChat, and after he confirmed that he had received the money, he happily ran back to Fu Xingzhou, stretched out his hand and pulled himself to cover his head The hood of the sweater: "I'm all right, Fu Xingzhou!"

Fu Xingzhou hummed, and bent over to help Sangqiao open the car door: "Get in the car."

Sang Qiao quickly sat in.

Fu Xingzhou closed the co-pilot's door, turned around and slowly looked at Zhuang Hui: "Mr. Zhuang, thank you for taking care of Sangqiao during this time, but I really don't like people being so close to him."

Zhuang Hui's complexion changed: "Director Fu, what do you mean by that?"

"The elders in Mr. Zhuang's family have had acquaintance with me a few times. Presumably Mr. Zhuang has also heard about Fu's behavior from his family."

Fu Xingzhou looked indifferent and alienated. He walked from the co-pilot's seat to the driver's seat, and stopped in front of the car door, "I have been very polite to Mr. Zhuang, I hope Mr. Zhuang will be self-restraining, and don't let Fu accidentally do it again." What extraneous branches are there?"