After marrying the richest husband

The recording and broadcasting building and Fu Xingzhou's villa, no, right now, the big villa shared by Fu Xingzhou and Sangqiao is not far away, and it takes less than four or 10 minutes to drive home.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the asphalt road has passed the most noisy peak period.

Fu Xingzhou's silver gallop was unimpeded all the way, speeding under the starry night sky.

Sang Qiao held a cup of thick hot chocolate in his hand, and brought the mouth of the cup close to his mouth to drink in small sips.

Every time I take a sip, the tip of my tongue will subconsciously lick the corner of my lips, as if worried about wasting the drink in the cup.

Just in time for the red light.

The movement of Sang Qiao's colorful tongue across his upper lip completely fell into Fu Xingzhou's peripheral vision.

The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and asked in a low voice, "Is it good?"

Sang Qiao didn't suspect him, and thought it was because Fu Xingzhou had never ordered Starbucks hot chocolate before, so he nodded in a very talkative way: "It's delicious, sweet. Do you want it?"

Fu Xingzhou glanced sideways at the paper cup in Sang Qiao's hand, then unobtrusively set his gaze on Sang Qiao's lips, and said in a nearly hoarse voice, "Okay, go back and drink."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao usually doesn't have so many unspeakable thoughts in his mind, and he opened his mouth after hearing this, but he didn't really understand why he had to save a sip of chocolate to go back to drink.

Maybe Fu Xingzhou felt that it was inconvenient for him to drive...

Sang Qiao kindly found a perfect excuse for Fu Xingzhou, swirled the drink in the cup: "It seems that there is not much left, so I won't drink it, I will leave it to you."

When the red light passed, Da Ben ran on the road again.

Fu Xingzhou seemed to feel a little dry, and opened a few slits slightly.

After the coolness of winter slowly drifted in through the window, Fu Xingzhou stretched out his hand and squeezed Sangqiao's fingertips: "No, drink it. I bought it for you."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Mingming just said that he wanted to go back to drink, but now he doesn't drink anymore.

Men nowadays are really hard to understand.

The hot chocolate left in the cup was still warm, and since Fu Xingzhou said that there was no need to keep it for him, Sang Qiao drank the half of the cup with confidence.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned his head curiously: "Fu Xingzhou, why didn't you drive that antique Land Rover today?"

The expression in Fu Xingzhou's eyes changed slightly, and then he returned to normal. He said unhurriedly: "Antique cars are not suitable for driving for too long. They are sent for maintenance."

"Oh……"

Sang Qiao didn't know much about antique cars, so he nodded obediently, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Fu Xingzhou said gently: "Not yet. But Raven said that your dinner was also rushed?"

After all, he just drank a cup of super high-calorie hot chocolate, and Sangqiao is not too hungry at this time.

He rubbed his stomach and sighed faintly: "Sure... just leave half an hour for eating."

It was also used by me to enthusiastically promote Fu Xingzhou on the Internet.

Sang Qiao lowered his head, stretched out his hand to touch his face, and swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly.

Although Fu Xingzhou never liked to follow Weibo very much, he didn't even have an account.

But since Sangqiao and Yi Chu were inexplicably pulled out of a CP last time, Fu Xingzhou's attitude has directly evolved into fire prevention, theft prevention and microblog.

Not only has the relevant public relations team been specially arranged to deal with Sangqiao's black material and negative records on the Internet, but he has even spared 10 to [-] minutes before get off work every day to carefully review the data sheets reported by the public relations team for the day.

Among them, the new number of people in Sangqiao's CP super chat, the change of popularity, and whether there is a new Lalang.

Of course Fu Xingzhou would not tell Sang Qiao about these things, but one day Raven accidentally made a slip of the tongue, and then revealed the truth with Sang Qiao's guarantee.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao glanced melancholy at the night outside the window, and felt that it was best not to let Fu Xingzhou know that he was sneaking past him outside.

Or what if he went to search by himself and others said he was an old man with poor kidney function, old and ugly and had nothing but money...

Gee.

Sang Qiao shivered, subconsciously shook his head.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, and there were very few cars on Beicheng Road.

Fu Xingzhou almost only focused on Sangqiao from the corner of his eye.

Seeing him shaking all over, Fu Xingzhou said, "Is it cold? I'll close the window."

Sang Qiao is trying to think about how to prove to the others in the group that Fu Xingzhou is not an old man and has good kidney function and good looks.

Suddenly frightened by the question next to him, he jumped up: "Huh?! Oh no, it's neither cold nor cold."

Fu Xingzhou frowned, turned the steering wheel and parked the car in a temporary parking belt on the side of the road. He reached out and touched Sangqiao's head, then touched Sangqiao's hand: "What's wrong?"

Sang Qiao was still a little guilty, shaking his head like a rattle: "No! Let's go home!"

Fu Xingzhou raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

The lights of the temporary parking belt on the side road are not too bright, and there is a long distance between each street light.

In addition, it was very late, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the road.

Looking at Sangqiao, Fu Xingzhou seemed to have thought of something, and gently hooked the corners of his lips: "Okay, just give me a kiss and I'll go back."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao almost thought he had heard it wrong, and after a few seconds, he opened his bright black eyes: "Huh?"

Fu Xingzhou tapped his finger on the corner of his lips, and said with a smile, "Didn't you just say to give me hot chocolate? Qiaoqiao is not good, why did you change your mind so quickly?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was stunned by Fu Xingzhou's operation, and subconsciously reached for the Starbucks paper cup that he was holding in his hand just now.

However, Sang Qiao had already drank the hot chocolate in the cup up to the sky, and there was absolutely no chance that there would be a single drop left, except for Fu Xingzhou who licked the lid of the cup.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao honestly stuffed the paper cup in the direction of Fu Xingzhou a little bit, and asked him to verify it by himself: "But you said you didn't want to drink it, and now there is no drop..."

Fu Xingzhou narrowed his eyebrows and said softly, "Oh?"

Fu Xingzhou's eyes are often cold and calm, especially in front of outsiders, it is rare to see huge emotional fluctuations in Fu Xingzhou's eyes.

However, only Sang Qiao knew that at certain moments, Fu Xingzhou's gaze would look like a flame that was about to burn.

Just like now.

Four eyes facing each other.

The past experience of fart pain greatly strengthened Sangqiao's sense of vigilance at such a critical moment, he subconsciously shrank back to the position by the door, trying to save him: "You, you just said you don't want to drink! You can't rely on me! "

Fu Xingzhou locked Sangqiao firmly in the center of his sight, and smiled slightly: "You're welcome."

Sang Qiao: "?"

Fu Xingzhou said: "I said not to drink from Qiaoqiao's cup."

Sang Qiao: "??"

Fu Xingzhou beckoned to Sangqiao softly and could not refuse: "Come here."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao looked around, felt that Fu Xingzhou would at least not deal with him in the car, so he cautiously moved himself forward, and discussed with round eyes: "Then, then give me a kiss."

Fu Xingzhou really didn't mean to bully Sang Qiao in the car, he just lowered his head and kissed on the lips close to him, then lightly licked the tip of Sang Qiao's ear, and said in a low voice, "Well, it's very sweet."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao blushed and sat back, and after scolding Fu Xingzhou in his heart, he became angry and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and drive! I'm hungry!"

Fu Xingzhou withdrew his meaningful gaze, started the car and let him out from the side road, and coaxed softly: "It's almost there, Qiaoqiao, I'll let you eat after a while, huh?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Although this sentence does not seem wrong.

But why does he always feel that something is a little strange.

Before leaving the recording and broadcasting building, Fu Xingzhou had already arranged for the chef at home, and he and Sang Qiao were driven back just in time for the hot supper.

The sensor gate at the gate of the villa area slowly rose, and Daben stopped at the gate of the yard.

Fu Xingzhou turned sideways to help Sangqiao unbuckle his seat belt, and kissed Sangqiao's side face by the way: "Get out of the car, we're home."

The lights in the courtyard have already been turned on, and if you take a short cut from the courtyard garden at the entrance, you can see Yuan Bo waiting in front of the villa from a distance.

Seeing Fu Xingzhou and Sang Qiao coming over.

Yuan Bo immediately took a few steps forward, and said hurriedly as if he had been waiting for a long time: "Master, Mr. Sang. The old chairman of Jiangling Construction Investment just came over, and it seems that he brought his grandson with him. Ten I just arrived a few minutes ago, and I was about to call you when I heard from the security that you had entered the door..."

It's nearly midnight.

Visiting at this time can already be said to be an uninvited guest.

Sang Qiao could even feel the face of Fu Xingzhou beside him sink for a moment.

A few seconds passed.

Fu Xingzhou said gloomyly: "Is his grandson named Jiang Tong?"

Generally, people who visit regardless of time at this time are due to business problems. Jiangling Construction Investment is obviously still in charge of the old chairman Jiang Huiming, so Yuan Bo only reported Jiang Huiming's name.

Suddenly I heard Fu Xingzhou ask.

Uncle Yuan thought for a while before he slapped his head: "That's right! When that young man introduced himself to me just now, he said he was called Jiang Tong."

Fu Xingzhou smiled coldly: "Tell them, I won't see any guests at this time."

Uncle Yuan naturally knew Fu Xingzhou's rules, and his face was full of displeasure: "I told Jiang Huiming a long time ago, but I just refused to leave! Young master, I just called Assistant Wen, it seems that Jiangling Construction Investment There is something wrong with the capital chain, so I found it at this time."

"I know."

It was still cold outside, so Fu Xingzhou changed his cashmere coat and put it on Sang Qiao, "Where are they now? If they refuse to leave, call the security guard to teach them how to go."

Uncle Yuan: "..."

Uncle Yuan hesitated for a few seconds, seeing that Fu Xingzhou shut his mouth tightly again, and finally said: "Master, when I came out just now, Jiang Huiming pulled Madam out... Can you see that he is Madam's old friend after all?" Come on, see you?"

The author has something to say: Fu Xingzhou: Delay my married life, how dare you ask me to help you?