After marrying the richest husband

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The turmoil of Fang Yuzhou's withdrawal from the show only lasted for a few hours, and then gradually subsided.

The fans who left comments on the official blog did not know whether they believed Fang Yuzhou's words, or if there were other big fans who stopped their actions.

In short, when Sang Qiao watched it before going to bed, the comment section of the official blog had already resumed the normal rainbow fart support from various companies, and the opposite party Yuzhou, who was pushed to a relatively high position, left the show.

Sang Qiao closed Weibo, put the phone aside, got into bed, and was quickly embraced by Fu Xingzhou who was lying on the other side of the bed.

Fu Xingzhou's arms were strong and slender, and he easily brought Sang Qiao over from the bed.

He lowered his head and kissed Sang Qiao's forehead: "Can't sleep?"

Sang Qiao immediately raised his pajama pants vigilantly, shaking his head like a rattle: "No! I just went to the bathroom!"

Fu Xingzhou didn't seem to believe it, and said in a low voice, "Really?"

Sang Qiao nodded quickly: "Yeah, I've closed my eyes."

Fu Xingzhou smiled deeply, and rubbed his arms around Sangqiao's waist vaguely: "Okay, sleep well, I won't bully you tonight, good night."

The night light by the bed has been turned off.

The moonlight could not see through the curtains, and the room looked dark.

But Fu Xingzhou's voice was gentle, flowing into Sangqiao's ears slowly, like the sound of soothing sleep aid.

Sang Qiao leaned into Fu Xingzhou's arms subconsciously, and pursed the corner of his lower lip: "Okay, An'an."

***

Almost all talent show variety shows are slack and then tight. This one-day rest is the last rest day for all trainees until the end of the program recording.

In order to achieve a better training effect, from the new Monday to the next performance, the program team will directly conduct a two-week closed training.

This means that not only all trainees have to enter the devil training rhythm, but also unless there is a special emergency, the trainees will not be allowed to touch a series of distracting smart tools such as mobile game consoles within two weeks.

After making this decision, the president of the program team specially entrusted Raven to ask Fu Xingzhou if he needed to give Sangqiao some privileges—such as the privilege of using mobile phones, and the privilege of ranking in the finals.

When Raven called, it was just in time for Fu Xingzhou to coax Sangqiao to take a nap.

So Fu Xingzhou gave the phone to Sang Qiao, and Sang Qiao answered the question about the privilege in person.

Then, Sang Qiao honestly stood on the same starting line as all the other trainees.

Including the matter of meeting at 06:30 on Monday morning of the new week.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Even though I went to bed early the night before, just a day's rest after chronic fatigue isn't enough to relieve fatigue.

On the way Fu Xingzhou personally drove Sang Qiao to the program recording building, Sang Qiao fell asleep on the passenger seat again.

It wasn't until the phone in his pocket rang the alarm that Sang Qiao woke up suddenly and opened his eyes again.

The alarm clock on Sangqiao's mobile phone was just turned on last night, and the time was [-]:[-].

He wiped his eyes twice, and quickly reached out to pull the seat belt, only to realize that Fu Xingzhou had untied the seat belt for him at some point.

Sang Qiao blinked his hazy eyes, met Shang Fu Xingzhou's gaze, and asked in a weak voice: "How long have we been driving?"

Fu Xingzhou straightened Sang Qiao's collar smoothly: "I'm about to call you in about 10 minutes."

Sang Qiao: "..."

The sky in Beicheng hadn't brightened yet, and it was foggy and gray outside the window.

Sang Qiao had to get up so early because he had to gather, but Fu Xingzhou didn't have to get up so early with him, so he might be able to sleep until 07:30.

Moreover, Fu Xingzhou drove all the way, and he fell asleep all the way...

Think about it this way.

Sang Qiao felt more and more guilty, so he looked at Fu Xingzhou eagerly: "You drive slowly on the way back... You should also go back and sleep for a while, Fu Xingzhou, are you sleepy?"

The headlights of Mercedes-Benz cast a beam of light in the night.

Fu Xingzhou gently pinched the tip of Sangqiao's nose: "I'm not sleepy. Be obedient these two weeks, eat well, and don't work too hard, you understand?"

Sang Qiao covered his mouth and yawned big, even tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

He nodded and shook his head seriously at Fu Xingzhou: "I will eat well, but I also need to train well. By the way, don't bother me these two weeks, and don't open the back door for me."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou's plan was stifled in the cradle by Sang Qiao, so he could only sigh softly: "Okay, I'll see you again when you perform for the last time."

Only then did Sang Qiao smile at Fu Xingzhou in satisfaction, then turned and opened the car door: "Then I'm leaving! You have to take care of yourself too! Bye!"

Fu Xingzhou: "Okay, goodbye."

It wasn't until the figure in a long down jacket disappeared at the entrance of the recording and broadcasting building that the silver Benz on the other side of the road turned around.

Going back to the villa from here just happened to hit the morning rush hour with heavy traffic jams in the North City, so Fu Xingzhou was going to drive directly to the company.

As soon as he left the side road, Raven called.

Fu Xingzhou picked up the phone casually: "What's the matter?"

Raven has been working as a special assistant for nearly four years, and basically can achieve 100% early arrival and [-]% early departure every day, so he has already arrived at the company by this time.

It's just that when he made this call, some loud scolding could be heard far away in the background.

Raven was a little helpless: "Boss, have you finished delivering the boss lady? If it's convenient for you, why don't you come to the company directly, Sang Zhongde came to the door early in the morning."

Fu Xingzhou took a look at the calendar on the car and found that the time was indeed almost the same.

He turned the steering wheel: "I'm coming now. By the way, are the people from the Cultural Relics Bureau here?"

Raven stood in his special assistant's office, watching Sang Chongde through the glass door. Despite the strong dissuasion of several secretaries, he still acted wildly, and said with a toothache: "Of course, boss, Bi Sang Chongde, the head of the cultural relics bureau It's still early, and I'm sitting in your office!"

Fu Xingzhou raised his eyebrows: "Understood, let the company's lawyers prepare according to my previous instructions. I will be there in 10 minutes."

Twenty minutes later, Daben drove into the underground parking lot of Fu's headquarters.

Fu Xingzhou is a very punctual person. Except for the time he promised Sangqiao to work every night, but he has to double it every time, he is never late under normal circumstances.

The clock-in time in the morning is exactly nine o'clock, and it was not yet 07:30 when Fu Xingzhou arrived.

In the whole building, apart from the increasingly bald engineering computer department and the planning department, there are not many people from other departments.

Fu Xingzhou went directly to the office area on the top floor from the president's special elevator.

As soon as he entered the door, he raised his eyes and saw a white porcelain cup with a gold-embellished rim smacked on the glass wall of the waiting room.

With a crash--

The porcelain cups used to serve guests were smashed to pieces, and a kaleidoscopic pattern was broken on the glass wall of the waiting room.

The chief secretary of the secretary's office was accompanying him in the waiting room, along with two staff members from the president's office.

Raven came out of his office in a hurry, pushed open the door of the waiting room and was about to go in, when he saw Fu Xingzhou who had just got off the elevator.

Raven withdrew his steps, turned to Fu Xingzhou and said politely, "Good morning, boss."

Fu Xingzhou nodded, and walked out of the elevator unhurriedly: "Have the people from the Cultural Relics Bureau made arrangements?"

Raven followed behind Fu Xingzhou: "I received it personally, and I was very enthusiastic. I said that I had seen it. The tomb group is very valuable, and I can negotiate any conditions."

Before Fu Xingzhou reached the door of the waiting room, Sang Chongde had already seen him.

I don't know if it was because he didn't sleep all night, but the suit on Sang Zhongde's body was already wrinkled, and his shiny hair was also loosened into strands, looking quite artistic.

From entering the door to now, Sang Zhongde has never stopped cursing at the other staff members of the Fu family. When he saw Fu Xingzhou at this time, he seemed a little timid and didn't dare to speak for a while.

Fu Xingzhou's attitude towards outsiders has always been indifferent: "Sang Dong came here early in the morning, just to smash Fu's glass?"

Sang Zhongde saw the crack on the glass, hesitated for a moment, and his face darkened again: "Fu Xingzhou, before I invested, you didn't tell me that there are tombs under that piece of land!"

Fu Xingzhou twitched the corner of his mouth: "Dong Sang was joking, I don't even know about this, how can I tell you?"

Sang Chongde: "Fu Xingzhou!"

Fu Xingzhou walked slowly in front of Sang Zhongde, and walked to his office: "Besides, you signed the investment letter yourself. You made the fixed investment by yourself. Now that something goes wrong, what is it to do with Fu?"

Sang Zhongde obviously didn't expect Fu Xingzhou to be so brash, he was shaking with anger.

He caught up with the person in front of him in two or three steps: "Fu Xingzhou! You and I are partners, and all the funds of my company have been invested in it now. You must give me an explanation!"

"Explain?"

Fu Xingzhou sideways avoided Sang Zhongde's hand: "Dong Sang was joking, Mr. Fu also participated in the whole process of this project, and we produced the design drawings. I am also very sorry that this situation has happened now."

Sang Chongde swears a swear word, and reaches out to grab Fu Xingzhou's collar: "Damn! Fu Xingzhou, don't play tricks with me here! You haven't made a single word of the previous capital injection, and now it's frozen inside." My money is all mine! You—”

Raven grabbed Sang Zhongde's wrist and smiled: "Dong Sang, if you have something to say, don't do anything. The people from the Public Security Bureau have just arrived, and they are in the lobby downstairs."

Sang Zhongde: "..."

Fu Xingzhou's eyes only fell on Sang Chongde for a second, and then moved away in disgust.

Sang Zhongde suddenly felt chilled by the undisguised malice in Fu Xingzhou's eyes, and before he opened his mouth to speak, the door of the CEO's office was pushed open from the inside.

A few people wearing glasses and plain clothes who looked like high-level intellectuals came out of it, and they were obviously relieved when they saw Fu Xingzhou.

One of the leaders stood still in front of Fu Xingzhou, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Fu, I am the current director of the State Administration of Cultural Relics Protection. Regarding the discovery of ancient tombs under the N97xxx05 plot of Dongcheng that you bid for last year, the state In terms of compensation, I don't know about you..."

Fu Xingzhou interrupted him: "The other partner of this land has broken the capital chain and will declare bankruptcy soon."

Sang Chongde: "?!!"

Sang Zhongde was so angry that he almost lost his breath: "Fu Xingzhou, what did you say?! I am your father-in-law! You curse me to break—"

Raven firmly grasped Sang Zhongde's wrist, and smiled politely: "Dong Sang, I advise you to calm down. The boss is only saying that your company is bankrupt. As for your personal funds and taxation... "

Sang Zhongde froze in place as if struck by lightning.

People from the Bureau of Cultural Relics seem to have already investigated clearly: "We understand what Director Fu said, so now we want to have a discussion with Director Fu on land transfer and compensation. I don't know what you mean by Director Fu..."

"I am not short of money, and I also agree to transfer the plot of land for free."

Fu Xingzhou raised his hand, "But there is one condition."

Negotiating conditions with capital is always a very laborious task these days. The Bureau of Cultural Relics has encountered too many soft tops, and probably did not expect this young chairman to be so easy to talk to.

The Director of the Bureau of Cultural Relics suddenly burst into an amiable smile, and shook Fu Xingzhou's hand several times: "Boss Fu, you say what you say! As long as we can make the decision, we will definitely do it right away!"

Fu Xingzhou withdrew his hand, and said flatly: "My condition is very simple - the land transfer is not in the name of Fu, but in the name of Sangqiao, and the name of the transfer is written as a donation."

The people from the Bureau of Cultural Relics looked at each other for a while, and were taken aback: "It's not a problem, but Mr. Fu, I don't know if this Sangqiao is..."

"He is my lover."

Fu Xingzhou said, "I hope his name will always be written at the top of the national donation list, whether it is now or in the future, it will be looked up to and remembered by countless people."