Seeing that Gao Ye wanted to say something again, he swallowed the word "get out" that was about to come out of his mouth.

He repeated in a slightly heavier voice: "Get out...!!!"

Gao Ye walked out of the office with a nervous heart.

Fu Weilun rubbed his brows in annoyance, "Idiot..."

...

The next period of time, I don’t know why.

Fu Weilun began to develop her writing skills.

For some less important meetings, he would ask her to prepare a manuscript, although he would sometimes use it and sometimes not.

But when he didn't need it, he would tell her that what was written was wrong and needed to be revised.

Also, in those meeting occasions, that word cannot appear, so she made it known to everyone.

After a period of practice, she has now become a good writer.

Fu Weilun, who used her manuscript, was praised by leaders at meetings more than once.

He would always calmly say, "It was just written casually by my niece, and it doesn't deserve your praise."

The leader glanced at him subtly, and said with a hint of praise, "This girl has made rapid progress. It hasn't been long since she was able to write such a profound article. She is a talented person."

What follows is a casual greeting scene.

In short, with Fu Weilun's unintentional publicity, not only the municipal government and the municipal party committee, but even people from other cities knew that he had a niece with great literary talent.

At such a young age, he can not only write good articles, but also write speeches independently.

There have never been any mistakes at work.

This level is better than many secretaries who have been working for a long time.

What’s even more rare is that the child is only sixteen years old.

After she finished writing another manuscript, she put it aside, lazily lay on the table, and looked at Fu Weilun who was reading a document.

She was a little confused about his behavior during this period. It seemed like he was trying to make her famous.

But what’s the point?

Feeling her gaze, Fu Weilun raised his head and met her eyes.

He chuckled and said, "Why, are you tired...?"

She blinked and asked directly: "Third Uncle, why are you doing this recently?"

"How?"

"Just telling my story everywhere..."

Hearing her ask this, Fu Weilun's eyes became complicated for a moment, but he opened his mouth and asked a completely unrelated question: "Do you think the things you are asked to do are difficult?"

Fu Xiao answered truthfully: "It's not difficult."

Fu Weilun smiled and said, "Why can't you tell anyone?"

"You did all these things by yourself, without any help from anyone, and I didn't exaggerate, so why can't I tell you?"

Fu Xiao was stunned. "It's not that we can't tell you, but we..."

"Are you trying to say that we can hide our shortcomings? There's no need to show off everywhere?"

Fu Weilun spoke up to stop her from talking and directly said what she wanted to say.

She nodded blankly. Although she didn't say it that way, that was roughly what she meant.

She doesn't like to tell everyone about everything she does. It's not like people are afraid of being famous or pigs are afraid of being fat.

But I feel it is unnecessary.

Talking about it everywhere makes you appear to be very utilitarian.

Moreover, Fu Weilun, who said those things everywhere, really didn't match his temperament.

She saw several people looking at him with subtle eyes.

The look in his eyes was very explicit, as if saying, I didn't realize you were that kind of person.

Fu Weilun's eyes were unclear, and in a trance, he remembered the words he had heard...

"There is only one girl left in the Mu family. I'm afraid there will be no one to carry on the family line."

"The Mu family has been a great family for generations, but I'm afraid it has declined by Mu Lianshen's generation."

"What big deal can a soft and sticky girl do? Hahaha."

He had heard words like this more than once.

The contempt in his tone was obvious.

He understood that the Mu family had been in high positions for too long and had too many enemies.

If you can't do anything to Mu Lianshen, can't you still talk behind his back?

What's worse, they used Fu Xiao as a tool to belittle the Mu family.

He didn't care what they said about the Mu family.

But he couldn't bear to hear others use those words to talk about his children.

This child is obviously very good.

What about women?

She is better and more outstanding than any boy.

He didn't like people talking about her in derogatory ways.

He suddenly chuckled and stared at her.

After a moment, he stopped laughing and reached out to ruffle her hair.

"Xiaoxiao, you are very good. Promise your uncle that you will show your excellence in future work."

Fu Xiao couldn't understand his look, but still nodded and agreed.

Fu Weilun nodded with satisfaction.

It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t understand now, one day, she will understand.

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