The CEO's mother quarreled with her husband

"I'll give you 10 million and leave my mother." The

overbearing CEO, Mr. Fu, who rushed to the scene in a hurry, opened his thin lips and said this to the strange man standing next to his mother.

An Xia stood behind him and took a closer look:

[It turns out that he is still a dark-skinned man. Mr. Fu's mother is a fairy. ]

Fu Qingchen didn't care about whether she was a fairy or not. He just wanted to quickly pull out his "misguided" mother.

But the dark-skinned man showed a very confused expression after hearing what he said.

Fu Qingchen thought he was complaining that the money he gave was too little, so he immediately took out a stack of blank checks from his pocket and wrote down a series of zeros that made An Xia dizzy:

"Not enough? Then I'll give you 100 million, as long as you..."

Before he could finish his words, the dark-skinned man finally realized after seeing the check and the countless zeros:

"Oh! #$&#%&..."

A long paragraph of unfamiliar language that no one could understand echoed in the ears of several people. Before Mr. Fu could react, Mrs. Fu, who was wearing exquisite makeup, had already raised the diamond-studded handbag in her hand and smashed it hard on her son's head:

"You little fool! This is your second cousin's child, you should call him brother!" The "scene of catching an adulterer

" suddenly became a "recognition meeting". Young President Fu blinked his eyes and had not recovered yet. Jian Wenlun, who was still tilting her neck, showed clear and curious eyes again. At this time, An Xia was busy looking for information about the dark-skinned cousin: [Found it! It turns out that this man is really Fu Qingchen's distant cousin. He grew up in Thailand since he was a child. He returned to China with his family to visit Mrs. Fu a few days ago. Today, I happened to be free, so I went shopping with the depressed Mrs. Fu. It turns out that I didn't take a closer look before, hehe...] His cheerful and optimistic attitude silenced Fu Qingchen, who had a diamond red mark on the center of his forehead from being hit by a handbag. [Let me see why Mrs. Fu is depressed──Ah! It turned out that it was because old President Fu did not return home last night, and Mrs. Fu's call was answered by a strange woman again. "Mrs. Fu, Mr. Fu is taking a shower. If you have anything to say, please tell me first and I'll pass it on to him." An Xia began to use his best imitation skills again. Fu Qingchen couldn't help but feel sick and a little tempted to listen to the artificial tone. [Of course, Mr. Fu didn't cheat at all. It was just that the phone was picked up by the scheming female secretary next to him. But Mrs. Fu was a person who liked to keep things in her heart and refused to take the initiative to ask Mr. Fu about it. Mr. Fu was also a person who couldn't get anything out of his own way. He knew that his wife was in a bad mood, but he just didn't know how to comfort her. It was obviously just a matter of a sentence, but the two of them were so stiff until now.] An Xia sighed with some regret, and Fu Qingchen felt helpless. The farce ended with several people having dinner in a private room at the hot pot restaurant. In the clean and tidy private room, five people were chatting animatedly around a pot of boiling butter hot pot. Mrs. Fu quickly picked up the freshly cooked meatballs from the pot and put them into the dipping sauce, while complaining to her son: "Your father is so stuffy! In all these years, he has said nothing except giving me money, money, and money! Even if I rolled my eyes to the sky, he would just think that I wanted to buy stars again. Am I the kind of person who only cares about money!" "Yes, yes, yes, of course you are not that kind of person." Fu Qingchen responded to his mother's words and stretched out his hand to pick up the last piece of tripe, but Mrs. Fu's movements were obviously faster than his. He could only watch helplessly as Mrs. Fu put the crispy and chewy tripe with the sauce into her mouth. Little Mr. Fu, who had only drunk a glass of iced American coffee since he got up: ... Looking at the bowls of other people, there were more or less spoils, only he got nothing because he was sitting next to his mother. :) Who was the one who suggested eating hot pot! "The culprit" An Xia was stuffing a bell roll soaked in chili oil into his mouth. After noticing the look in Fu Qingchen's eyes, he was still a little confused. Why doesn't this person eat? [As expected of Little Mr. Fu, he can hold on until now with a glass of iced American coffee. But he has to eat now, because when Old Mr. Fu comes, he will not be able to eat, and he has that female secretary by his side! An Xia looked at the still boiling hot pot with some concern, wondering whether to ask the waiter to bring more dishes. How could these few plates of meat be enough for so many people and so many mouths? Hearing the news that his father was about to arrive, Fu Qingchen subconsciously looked at his mother who was still shouting at him. She has now talked about her husband's unique shopping habits: "I've told you that I don't like to buy too many bags. Forty or fifty are enough. But he insists on being stubborn with me. He sends bags to our house every few days. The cloakroom is almost full, and I have to choose some to send to other houses. He knows that I have a fear of making choices. Isn't he just trying to make things difficult for me?" Mrs. Fu mixed the ice glutinous rice balls with one hand and picked up the diamond-studded handbag beside her with the other: "He especially likes to buy in even numbers. Now I don't know which one to carry when I go out. Qingchen, do you think your father is stupid?" Fu Qingchen... Fu Qingchen didn't dare to say anything. He opened his mouth and looked past his mother at the door of the private room. ——His foolish father had arrived at the door of the private room without anyone noticing, accompanied by a flashy female secretary. As soon as Fu Wencheng arrived at the private room, he heard his wife Su Yasu yelling that he was foolish. He slowly scanned the people in the room, his authority was unmistakable. The pressure from the former Fu Group president made everyone in the private room quiet down. An Xia quietly stuffed another piece of shrimp into her mouth:

[Mr. Fu only looks scary. Who would have thought that such a serious person likes to go to cat cafes to play with cats in private? If it weren't for the dignity of the head of the family, he would have wanted to keep a few cats at home! ]

Unexpectedly, the father who has always been serious actually has such a hobby. The dignified and respectable father in Fu Qingchen's heart suddenly became down-to-earth.

In this quiet atmosphere, the female secretary suddenly covered her mouth and giggled, and the false eyelashes on her eyelids almost flew up to the sky:

"Mrs. Fu, I didn't expect that you still like to eat in such a fly-covered restaurant. I don't know if the food here is clean and whether it will upset your stomach."

Mrs. Fu didn't say anything. She sat on the chair and looked coldly at the female secretary who provoked her.

"I dare not go near such an unsanitary restaurant. It would be bad if I accidentally contracted some infectious disease.

Mr. Fu would not like such a filthy place, right?"

The female secretary said, while reaching out to touch Fu Wencheng's arm.

Mrs. Fu threw her handbag on the ground and pointed to another empty seat beside her:

"Fu Wencheng, sit here."

The female secretary sneered and was about to laugh at Mrs. Fu's wild imagination. How dare she let Fu Wencheng sit in such a small restaurant.

Who knew that the next second Fu Wencheng actually walked over and sat next to Mrs. Fu without saying a word.

Mrs. Fu took a pair of clean chopsticks and handed them to him, and then picked up the meatballs in her bowl and gave them to him:

"I boiled them myself, do you want to eat them?"

Fu Wencheng nodded silently, picked up the meatballs that Mrs. Fu had already bitten and put them into his mouth.

"Mr. Fu?!"

The female secretary looked incredulous, pointed at Mrs. Fu and screamed:

"This woman just scolded you for being stupid in public, don't you get angry?"

Mrs. Fu smiled and asked her husband:

"Are you stupid?"

Fu Wencheng looked up at his wife and nodded silently again.

Mrs. Fu snorted lightly, looked up at the female secretary with contempt.

At this point, the winner was already decided.

An Xia, who was watching the big melon of the wealthy family from a close distance, had already started drinking mung bean soup:

[Hahahahahahahaha, this female secretary must have never thought that Mr. Fu fell in love with Mrs. Fu at first sight, not only because Mrs. Fu was beautiful, but also because she had a pair of extremely beautiful cat eyes.

As long as Mrs. Fu glared, Mr. Fu, who was a senior cat slave, would immediately be unable to walk.

Mr. Fu even regretted why Mr. Fu didn't look like his mother, but had a dead face like him every day.]

Mr. Fu, who was inexplicably caught in the crossfire, said hehe.

The female secretary wanted to say something else, but Mrs. Fu took the lead in attacking.

She asked her husband directly:

"I don't like her, so you fired her."

Fu Wencheng nodded immediately, and a long sentence rarely came out of his mouth:

"The original secretary took a sick leave, and this person came to replace her, but she did a bad job. Yesterday, she even soiled my clothes at the drinking party, forcing me to take a shower.

I had planned to fire her today."

This explained why he was not there when Mrs. Fu called yesterday.

Mrs. Fu asked again: "Then why didn't you go home?"

"Because... because the dirty clothes were your birthday gift to me, I was worried that you would be angry, so I didn't dare to go home."

"Oh, it's just clothes, it's dirty, so I'll go buy a few more sets later!"

Mrs. Fu was moved to tears, and no matter how angry she was, she was gone.

[What a middle-aged pure love story. It seems that Mr. Fu can no longer hide his identity as a pure love warrior. You know, he personally folded 9,999 paper cranes to pursue Mrs. Fu.

The glass vase with the paper cranes is still placed in the most conspicuous position in the Fu family's living room.]

An Xia took a sip of snow-capped milk tea and updated the gossip information in time:

[By the way, when Mr. Fu was five years old, he kicked the glass vase over. For this reason, Mr. Fu secretly hid in the quilt in the middle of the night to drop the little pearl. In the end, Mrs. Fu coaxed him down.

The next day, the new vase was placed on a high platform - a high platform that little potato Fu Qingchen could never touch. 】

【Pfft... So when Mr. Fu was five years old , he was still a little fat