She spent ten years making the Quan family rise powerfully and enabling her sister to become the youngest Best Actress. Yet, this very sister brutally gouged out her eyes, had her legs amputated, a...
When he woke up again, Beiou rubbed his eyes and quickly picked up the telescope to look over.
I saw that there was no one there and the tables were cleared.
He quickly looked at the nearest waiter and asked:
"Hello, where are the man and woman who were eating over there just now?"
"They left twenty minutes ago."
"Thanks!"
Beiou quickly took the binoculars and car keys and chased after him.
He got in the car, started it, and drove away, with only one thought in his mind:
We must find the Young Madam and Fu Moshen as soon as possible! Otherwise, the Seventh Master will definitely beat him to death!
But after looking around and going to the Fu Group, he didn't see Fu Moshen or Quan Qiao.
Beiou was so anxious that he almost cried. He found an Internet cafe and used his decent hacking skills to locate the two people.
The final result displayed is also: The device is out of service area.
sky!
Out of service area, have we gone to outer space?
It’s over, it’s over, he actually lost the young lady, he won’t live long!
Although Beiou was scared to death, he still mustered up the courage and prepared to call Fu Yi with trepidation.
But before it was broadcast, a text message suddenly popped up on the phone.
When Beiou saw the text message, his expression suddenly became complicated and hesitant.
In the end, he didn't make the call after all.
The other side.
Fu Yi spent a whole day and finally decided on the items needed for the engagement day.
He returned to the villa, only to find it dark and empty, with no one in sight.
Could it be that Quan Qiao hasn’t come back yet?
Fu Yi was puzzled and walked around the villa.
Everything was clean except for the kitchen microwave where leftover breakfast was still on top and the dishes were not washed.
A helpless, doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He took off his suit and hung it on the floor rack, then tied on an apron.
He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his fair and strong arms.
He stood at the kitchen counter and began to tidy up.
Twenty minutes later, the entire kitchen was spotless and as clean as a sterile operating room.
After Fu Yi finished everything, he walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, looking up at the wall clock.
11 o'clock at night.
Quan Qiao hasn't come back yet?
He finally couldn't help it and called Quan Qiao's cell phone.
The receiver prompts: "Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment..."
Vaguely realizing that something was wrong, Fu Yi immediately called Beiou and asked:
"Where is Quan Qiao?"
"Seventh...Seventh Master."
Beiou tried to remain calm and replied, "The young lady is at Fu Moshen's company, meeting with the shareholders to discuss plans for the development of the village.
She said the plan was difficult and would take a lot of time to prove her ability.
The young lady also told you to go to bed early and not to wait for her.
I've been waiting for the young lady outside the conference room. When she's done, I'll take her back to the villa!"
Fu Yi's worried expression finally eased a little.
Beiou was his most trusted special assistant, so he had no doubts.
With those words just now, Quan Qiao was telling him that he didn't need to worry about her or ask for help, as she needed to prove her own ability.
Quan Qiao is always so stubborn and never willing to use his resources.
It seems that she is clinging to him, but in fact she has never asked for anything from him.
Besides the body...
After Fu Yi hung up the phone, he forced himself to wait quietly.
Sometimes when he is working on a project, he often stays up all night.
Without thinking much about it, he got up and went into the kitchen again to make porridge for Quan Qiao.
She is busy all day and needs to take good care of her stomach.
He didn't notice at all that at this moment, she was like a good wife and mother, quietly waiting for her man to come back at home...