Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 1166 You want to sleep well, no

He Zhou was sitting in the study of the villa, beside him was Sang Ting'an, and next to Sang Ting'an was a man hiding in the darkness.

The man's fingers are especially pretty, and they are carelessly swiping the screen of the phone right now.

Sang Tingyan leaned back and crossed his hands in front of his lower abdomen.

"I have already greeted everyone related to the Sang family. Everyone will support you to stay with Sheng Mian. As for the Fu family."

Before he finished speaking, He Zhou snorted coldly.

"Fu Yancheng is not very good at being a man. Those people probably disliked him a long time ago. Now that I am back, they have already called me many times."

Fu Yancheng has been the heir of the Fu family for so many years, and it is also sad that those people still don't recognize him.

The corners of He Zhou's mouth were bent, and his eyes were full of malice.

"You want Fu Yancheng to be engaged to the Sang family, and I want Sheng Mian. Our goals don't conflict. We have a happy cooperation, Mr. Sang."

He smiled and stretched out his hand.

Sang Ting'an shook it indifferently, and heard him speak again.

"Boss Sang is really kind to his sister."

Sang Ting'an's eyes were all scrutiny. It was rumored that Fu Xingzhou was a gentle person himself, but after contacting him for the past few days, he felt that this person's behavior was very unpredictable, and his ruthlessness was comparable to that of Fu Yancheng, or even more ruthless. .

Years of business experience told him not to have too much contact with Fu Xingzhou.

He looked at the other man beside him, he really didn't expect that he also had something to do with Fu Xingzhou.

Sang Ting'an got up to leave, but He Zhou didn't go to see him off.

When only he and the other were left in this space, he took a slow sip of the tea in front of him.

"What about you, what is your purpose?"

The man raised his eyes slightly, and said in a light tone, "I just want to see the imperial capital in chaos."

"It turned out to be a theatergoer, so it's a pleasant cooperation, at least you're not on Fu Yancheng's side."

The man didn't reach out, but nodded slightly, and left behind Sang Ting'an.

He was more cautious than Sang Ting'an. After getting in the car, he had already waited in the car for a while. When he saw him coming up, he stepped on the gas pedal.

"K, shall we continue to wait?"

The man who was questioned chuckled, and slowly turned his head to look out the window, "It won't be long, that Fu Xingzhou has a secret in him, and his personality has changed too much, and the imperial capital will be lively next."

The man driving held the steering wheel respectfully and did not speak any more.

The man sitting in the back row turned his head to look at the side profile, and the light made his profile smooth and elegant.

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At noon, Fu Song came to Fu's old house.

Fu Yancheng also came over.

The first time Fu Song saw him, he wanted to ask him how he was doing recently, but he had never been very close to this son.

To be precise, apart from Mr. Fu, Fu Yancheng is not very close to the rest of the Fu family.

He used to talk to Fu Qiuya, but now he doesn't communicate at all.

Fu Song's lips twitched several times, and he sat down on the sofa.

There was another voice outside the hall, followed by a gentle male voice.

"Father, long time no see."

Fu Song froze and turned to look at the other party.

Even though he knew that Fu Xingzhou was still alive last night, he still felt unreal when he saw the real person up close.

When the news of Fu Xingzhou's death came that year, the Fu family almost seemed to be in turmoil, and then Fu Yancheng was replaced as the heir.

And Fu Yancheng was still in the army at the time, and was called back urgently.

Fu Song looked at the man in front of him, and could only utter one sentence in the end.

"Just come back, just come back."

Fu Xingzhou slowly walked to the sofa and sat down. His sofa was just opposite to Fu Yancheng.

Fu Yancheng didn't look up at him, as if he didn't know he came in.

Fu Xingzhou smiled at him.

"Yancheng, isn't Mianmian here?"

Fu Yancheng flicked the fingertips of the phone, raised his eyes, "What do you want from my girlfriend?"

He leaned his back back, with a dignified and gloomy breath, "Fu Xingzhou, you can't be too greedy. If you want Mrs. Fu, I can give it to you. If you want to sleep well, no."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Song smoothed things over.

"Speak well if you have something to say."

Fu Xingzhou on the side directly unbuttoned his suit, revealing his arm full of pinholes.

"When the research base was tied up by them to conduct human experiments, I could only persevere if I thought about Mianmian. Yancheng, don't forget that you were the one who should have been selected to serve the superior."

These words were like a knife, piercing Fu Yancheng's heart straight.

When Mr. Fu was still there, he mentioned this matter.

The old man has a close relationship with his superiors. From the older generation of the Fu family, there must be someone who works for his superiors. This is an unspoken secret. The same is true of other families in the imperial capital. This is a kind of check and balance relationship.

Otherwise, how could a country's economy and weapons manufacturing be entrusted to a certain family with confidence.

The previous generation was Mr. Fu, and the previous generation was Fu Song. In Fu Yancheng's generation, it was supposed to be Fu Yancheng, but Fu Xingzhou took the initiative to ask for this spot.

(End of this chapter)