"Ah Ming, thank you for helping me out today..."
He had a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke rising and then dissipating.
Then the man's cold voice came: "No need, you know what I want."
One sentence caused a crack in Fu Yao's expression, but fearing that someone might suddenly appear, she held back and said softly, "Okay, I know. Then please take me back."
He didn't say anything, nor did he act like a gentleman and open the door for her. Instead, he went around to the driver's seat and opened the door.
Before she could even settle in, he stepped on the gas and the car sped away.
The immense force of the push-back made her press her entire body against the leather seat. She didn't have time to reach for the seatbelt, so she had to sit tight and hunch over.
Until the car stopped downstairs at the apartment building.
Fu Yao's face turned deathly pale from the speed of the car.
With a cold face, he pressed the passenger door open button and shooed the person out.
"Get out of the car. When are you going to give me the antidote?"
Fu Yao forced herself to remain calm. She even felt that Fu Siming's madness just now was as if he wanted them both to die.
I will contact you in a few days.
After saying that, he hurriedly entered the residential area and took the elevator.
Fu Siming looked at himself, smelling of perfume mixed with the stench of smoke and alcohol, and didn't want to go back like that.
He drove the car to Tiansheng's underground parking garage, instructed someone to change the car, and then went to the lounge to wash up.
After he washed up and changed his clothes, the annoying perfume smell was gone.
Only then did they send Lao Xu to pick him up and take him back.
Seeing that Fu Siming looked tired, which was unusual for him, Old Xu asked him a question.
"Young Master, have you been resting poorly lately? You don't look well."
"No, it's just that there are some difficult things to deal with."
After he finished speaking, there was a long silence in the car before Lao Xu heard voices coming from the back seat again.
"Old Xu, if I lied to her to protect something she cherishes, do you think she would blame me?"
These words came out of nowhere, and Old Xu didn't dare to answer casually, but he still honestly told them what was on his mind.
"Since you're doing this for her own good and are worried about upsetting her, why not discuss it with her and face it together? If you love each other, you can overcome any difficulties together."
These words struck Fu Siming's heart like a hammer blow. But what if he himself had brought this suffering upon himself?
He closed his eyes to rest and didn't reply to Lao Xu.
But he kept thinking about it, realizing that he wasn't the first person to say this to him.
Yes said: Aren't you thinking too much about her?
Old Xu said: Why not face it together with her?
Why?
Fu Siming had no idea what he was afraid of, but every time he tried to speak, it was like a lump in his throat.
His mind was filled with the sounds of flesh and blood slapping against the floor in that room, and the unstoppable flow of blood from Song Xingyao in his arms...
He made his decision only after the car entered Haiyan.
The lobby was lit by floor lamps that weren't too dim.
First, she went around to the children's room to take a look and found that Fu Xunzhi was not in bed.
I just got back to the master bedroom.
The child lay in the middle of the large bed, with Song Xingyao on her side.
She would fall to the ground as soon as she turned over, and her hand would unconsciously pat Fu Xunzhi's small blanket.
He was muttering something to himself.
He looked like he was sleeping very restlessly.
Fu Siming stepped forward and carried Fu Xunzhi back to the crib next to him.
Even after the blanket was pulled over her, Song Xingyao remained in the same position.
Although Fu Siming found a nanny to take care of Fu Xunzhi, Song Xingyao was still willing to let them do everything.
Whenever she heard Fu Xunzhi crying, she would always be the first to go to the child.
It was as if she wanted to find something to do, but more than that, she was thinking about how difficult it was for this child to come to be. She didn't know who her parents were before, so she wanted to give Fu Xunzhi more love.
Under such high pressure, Song Xingyao must be exhausted.
As soon as he pulled her into his arms, Song Xingyao felt a strange smell of shower gel mixed with a familiar masculine scent.
She opened her eyes, struggled in his arms for a moment, and quickly realized that Fu Siming had returned.
"Did I wake you up?" The man's low, husky voice carried a hint of barely perceptible weariness.
But the unfamiliar scent on her still made her feel a little lost. "Where did you go?"
"Yes, I attended the new minister's pre-appointment private party."
"oh……"
Such intimate photos, coupled with such words and the lingering scent, create a sense of trying to cover something up.
But Fu Siming didn't realize that his fatigue made him less sensitive.
He patted Song Xingyao's back gently, just as she had done to coax Fu Xunzhi.
Having just woken up, Song Xingyao was no longer sleepy. Instead, she watched the man pat her as he patted her, and then she fell asleep on her own.
Thus, the two of them didn't even have a chance to sit down and have a proper conversation.
The arrival of the new minister, along with Gu Mai, has recently caused quite a stir in Jiangcheng's business district.
The large-scale acquisitions and collaborations, one after another, reached an almost eerie tacit understanding.
Even Fu Bowen made no secret of meeting with Gu Mai privately several times.
In the quiet attic, the two clinked glasses.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you!"
Fu Siming was not in a hurry at all, as news came that the first phase of the southern project had been successfully completed.
Tiansheng's stock price rose again.
Seeing Fu Siming sitting calmly on the high platform, the two reached a consensus.
Recently, Fu Ting has been considering stepping down and leaving the battlefield to the younger generation.
He held Fu Bowen in office for so long because he wanted to temper Fu Bowen's temperament; he was too reckless.
At night, Fu Ting lay in bed and let out a long sigh.
Jiang Man, who was doing her skincare routine at the dressing table, turned her head and looked at him: "What's wrong?"
"I want to retire."
?
Jiang Man was a little confused. Wasn't this a good thing? Why was she sighing?
"You're all getting on in years, don't try to compete with young people."
Even after being teased by his wife like that, Fu Ting maintained the same expression, only he seemed hesitant to speak.
Putting down what she was holding, Jiang Man simply climbed onto the bed and sat opposite Fu Ting.
"Wait, is there something you're hiding from me?"
Seeing her interrogative posture, he sat up straight.
“You know that the two brothers have never gotten along. Although they are both our children, Bowen is indeed not as good as Siming in terms of business management. If Siming had not founded Tiansheng, my father and I would have wanted to hand over the Fu family business to him.”
Jiang Man didn't interrupt, but listened to him finish speaking.
"But Bowen is too impulsive. Sometimes, in order to compete with Si Ming, he does things that are completely contrary to business principles. It's really..."
He never mentioned these things to Jiang Man, because he didn't want her to be so distressed over the two children.
But Jiang Man's words the next second surprised him.
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