At ten o'clock, a burgundy sports car drove into the Yaoshan Villa.

Meng Fuguang and Xie Shiyan hid at the door, waiting for the guests to knock.

"Boom boom boom—"

There was a knock on the door, and Meng Fuguang flung it open, "Surprise!"

"Hi~"

......With a "bang", the door was closed again.

A string of “???” flashed across the screen.

{No, did you see the instant change in mfg’s expression? Hahahaha!}

{I was laughing so hard, the door was closed so cleanly!}

{Does mfg have any manners? Why is it closed?}

{…What are you so anxious about? They’ve acted together before, so they’re acquaintances, right?}

{Don't get involved with fiber optics. Our brother is not familiar with rice cakes.}

{Hahahahahaha mfg’s smile disappearing technique is so funny hahahaha!}

{Thank you, director, for fulfilling our wish to see MFG and Ming Ming in the same frame!}

Fu Muchen's smile froze on his face. No, what did this woman mean?

Even if there were some unpleasantness in the past two days, there is no need to be so stingy.

Meng Fuguang was also speechless. Although he was prepared that the guests might be Fu Muchen's uncle and nephew, he couldn't suppress his anger when he saw this playful smile.

"Uncle, did we take the wrong path?" Fu Zhiming was still licking the lollipop in his hand.

"No, hurry up and shout, tell Aunt Meng to open the door!"

His second uncle said that Aunt Meng's house had a lobster that was taller than him. Fu Zhiming had already made up his mind to go to Meng Fuguang's house to take a look.

Since his uncle had given the order, he immediately leaned against the door and shouted at the crack:

"Meng! Ah! Auntie——!"

"Open the door!"

“I’m Mingming—!”

......The cunning Fu Muchen actually sent the cute kid to take the lead.

Meng Fuguang opened the door from the inside, and Fu Zhiming, who was lying on the door, suddenly fell into Meng Fuguang's arms.

It smells so good, and Aunt Meng is so beautiful.

"Aunt Meng!" After seeing Meng Fuguang, Fu Zhiming instantly forgot about the giant lobster!

Aunt Meng is even prettier than on TV!

Meng Fuguang also recognized the child, "Welcome, Mingming baby!"

"Thank you, Auntie!"

"Don't you want to welcome me?" Fu Muchen, who was ignored, spoke up himself.

Meng Fuguang looked up at Fu Muchen who had walked in, and his face fell for a moment, "Who are you?"

Without waiting for Fu Muchen to answer, Fu Zhiming pointed at him with her little hand, "This is my bodyguard."

Chuckling, both teams of staff couldn't help but burst out laughing, and as a result Meng Fuguang became even more embarrassed.

"This bodyguard is rubbish. Fire him and I'll hire eight for you!"

"Hire eight!" Fu Zhiming raised his fingers and counted them one by one, "Eight! If eight bodyguards beat my uncle together, can they beat him to death?!"

"Of course not! If you beat your uncle until he begs for mercy, you can become the boss of your family!"

"Okay! Mingming will be the boss! Kill the second uncle. Be the boss!"

...Well, this child is so filial.

Fu Muchen was so angry that he laughed. He picked up his overalls and pulled him out of Meng Fuguang's arms.

"You are the boss? How can there be a boss who wets the bed!" Fu Muchen exposed him mercilessly.

"Don't tell me! You wet the bed!"

"You're not admitting you wet the bed?"

What are you saying in front of the beautiful aunt? Fu Zhiming raised his fist and hit Fu Muchen, "Fu Muchen! You! You wait for me!"

Meng Fuguang also united with Fu Zhiming, "Fu Muchen! You wet the bed yourself and you blame the child! How disrespectful of the elderly!"

"The fence is disrespectful!"

Fu Zhiming didn't understand what "disrespectful to the elderly" meant, but whatever Aunt Meng said was true! He imitated Meng Fuguang's words and cursed, using the word "not allowed" in a childish voice.

"Prince Mingming! Let's defeat the devil Fu Muchen together!" Meng Fuguang squatted beside Fu Zhiming, raised his little arm and swore!

"Down with Fu Muchen!"

"Overthrow the brutal oppression of the Great Demon King!"

"Overthrow the Great Demon King%#*^\u0026... Break!"

"We will win!"

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

{Hahahahahahahaha oh my god! It’s so lively!}

{Help! It’s so noisy haha, the two of them are quarreling like a group!}

{Are they really not mother and son? How can they look so alike? Hahahaha!}

{With the overbearing president Yan in front and the domineering prince Ming in the back, mfg is really something! }

{Look at Mr. Yan’s speechless expression, hahahahahahahahaha!}

Xie Shiyan: I was already annoyed when I saw Fu Muchen, and now I’m even more annoyed.

Fu Muchen walked around the big and small person in silence, walked to Xie Shiyan and squatted down, "Hello, Xiao Shiyan."

He extended his right hand, and Xie Shiyan shook hands with him politely, "Uncle Fu, hello."

He handed the flowers in his hand to Fu Muchen, "This is our first meeting, and I didn't have time to prepare any gifts, so I'll give you a bouquet of flowers. You're welcome to visit my home."

The flowers are blue chrysanthemums picked from the garden, and he wrapped them himself.

Fu Muchen was unusually gentle in front of the camera. After taking the flowers, he rubbed his head affectionately and said, "Thank you, Shi Yan. Uncle also has a gift for you."

Fu Muchen opened his palm, and inside it was a business card.

"What is this?"

"It's on the business card. You'll know when you read it."

Xie Shiyan took the business card, on which was clearly written Mateo Abbott in gold-plated letters.

He is a famous mathematician in Country F and a leader in computer science and technology.

My dear, there is more to come after this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!

"I've already talked to Mr. Mateo, and he's also willing to make friends with you. His mobile number and email address are on the business card, so you can call him directly."

This is really a pleasant surprise, but why did Fu Muchen do this?

"Why?"

"Why do I help you like this?"

Xie Shiyan looked at him warily, "I don't think you have a deep relationship with my father and mother. In fact, my father's relationship with you is not good. What is your purpose in doing this?"

"There is no purpose."

This child is very young, but his mind is quite complicated.

Fu Muchen turned his back to the camera, blocking Xie Shiyan. The photographer changed the angle and the sound engineer moved closer.

Fu Muchen took out his cell phone from his arms, clicked on a piece of news, and handed it to Xie Shiyan.

"Internal information of Wanfeng Group leaked, half of the senior management turned out to be economic criminals!"

The picture accompanying the news was a picture of two policemen escorting a man into a police car. Xie Shiyan recognized the man at a glance: Zhao Song, the executive director of Wanfeng.

Before the camera swept over, Fu Muchen turned off the screen of his phone.

"You are quite capable, kid."

Xie Shiyan just felt his hands and feet go cold, and he had an uncomfortable feeling as if he was being seen through.

"What do you want?"

"you guess?"

In fact, he didn't think about anything.

Wanfeng has been in tatters for too long and has been lax in its corporate information management, which gave Xie Shiyan the opportunity to invade the database.

And he also helped the child behind the scenes.

He is a stingy person. When Zhao Song teased Meng Fuguang a few times, he directly exposed the other person's past.

"Uncle Fu, I am four years old."

The implication is that no one would believe that a four-year-old child could crack a group's firewall.

Fu Muchen rubbed his head with amusement, "Nephew, uncle is 25 this year!"

Xie Shiyan:......

Who asked you?