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

Chapter 718
The car drove for a full two hours and stopped heavily in the military area.

There are many police forces deployed around, and there are sentry posts in each of the five steps.

Fu Song lowered the car window to reveal his face before he was able to enter.

Fu Yancheng wanted to leave as soon as he got off the car, but Fu Song opened his mouth.

"Come into my office and sit down."

He had no choice but to get out of the car.

Walk through the building all the way to Fu Song's office.

There is actually a family photo on his desk, even Bai Qiu is on it, the family of four is incomparably harmonious.

Fu Yancheng didn't have much impression, so he picked up the photo frame and looked at it carefully.

Seeing that he was interested, Fu Song secretly trembled his fingertips excitedly, and immediately took out a photo album.

"Here are all kinds of photos of you from childhood to adulthood. These are the years you were in the army. These are the meritorious service you made at that time. And you were punished by your grandfather. You were whipped several times and knelt outside in the freezing cold until you were about to pass out."

Fu Yancheng didn't have any impression, but when he saw the picture of himself kneeling, a wave of fluctuation flashed across his eyes.

The memory related to it began to become clear, but it was only the memory of the army.

Fu Song didn't dare to disturb him. He sat on the office chair and saw him slowly flipping through the photo album.

When he saw Fu Xingzhou, Fu Yancheng's fingertips stopped.

He didn't have much impression of this brother, but Fu Xingzhou's appearance was very gentle at first glance.

Unlike Fu Yancheng's fierce aura, Fu Xingzhou loved to talk and laugh since he was a child, and when he talked, he was like a spring water. No one didn't like him.

Fu Song asked someone to bring two cups of coffee, and put one in front of him.

"You used to have a good relationship with Xingzhou. When you were in the army, he visited you several times."

"Is it?"

He is not impressed.

"Xing Zhou is very concerned about your brother."

Fu Yancheng looked at it very slowly, until he turned to the last photo. It was Fu Xingzhou, who was eighteen or nineteen years old, and he left it not long before his death.

When Fu Song saw the photo, his heart suddenly softened.

"This was taken when he was drinking with me a few days before he was going to accept that mission."

He is not good at expressing his feelings. Even though he cares about the two children very much, he doesn't know what to say most of the time.

Fu Xingzhou is gentleness himself, and every time he takes the initiative to come to this father to chat and drink.

"What did you say that day?"

Fu Yancheng's tone was calm. From this photo, it can be seen that the two of them are very happy.

"He said he has a girl he likes, but I was so addicted to drinking that night that I didn't pay attention to her name."

"Since you have a girl you like, why do you accept such a dangerous task?"

Fu Song was silent for a long time before he sighed.

"Yancheng, every generation of the Fu family must have someone to work for the superior. This is the rule set by our ancestors. In your generation, your elder brother was selected. To be precise, he volunteered. He was only 12 years old at the time. He was smart since he was a child, and he has an amazing talent in research. Being selected means that he will be like me. The person promised that if he can complete the task, he can be given more vacations, or even terminate the cooperation in advance.”

Fu Yancheng's hand holding the photo album tightened instantly.

Fu Song didn't need to say what happened next, he could guess it.

Because there is someone he likes, the most unbearable thing in youthful love is separation, so he wants to have more vacations to spend with that girl, so he wants to take a gamble.

But he lost the bet and risked his life.

It turns out that the proud son of heaven, Fu Xingzhou, is also a lover.

Fu Yancheng closed the album, and saw Fu Song rubbing the center of his brows.

"I had a few more drinks that night, and I never remembered the name of the girl he mentioned. Otherwise, there would be clues about what he left behind."

Because he was talking to his son for the first time, he lost his self-discipline, allowed himself to get drunk, and missed the most important information.

Fu Yancheng put the photo album back, and said calmly, "I will find that woman."

Fu Song didn't say anything, and reached into his pocket, already pinching the amulet.

But facing Fu Yancheng's back, he opened his mouth and finally sighed again.

"Do you want to stay and have dinner together?"

"no need."

It takes two hours to drive back, and I will be late by then.

Fu Yancheng walked out as soon as he lifted his foot, but he had seen too many photos just now, and the more he thought about it now, the more pain in his head.

In the next second, he fell out of the door.

"Yancheng!"

Fu Song hurriedly asked the doctor here to come over to check, and retrieved Fu Yancheng's previous examination records.

"Doctor, how is he?!"

"Mr. Fu, don't get excited. He just took in too much information at once, and his head was stimulated. He will be fine when he wakes up."

Fu Song secretly blamed himself for knowing that his head was injured, so he shouldn't let him see those photos.

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At seven o'clock, Sheng Mian set off for the restaurant on time.

When we got there, there was no one in the restaurant.

The table was covered with flowers, and the candles were lit, and the night view of the entire imperial capital could be seen from here.

She suddenly remembered Shen Sheng's vulgar trick back then, which was somewhat similar to this, and couldn't help laughing.

Flowers, fireworks, candlelight dinners.

The corner of the mouth is bent, and there is a little sweetness in my heart.

(End of this chapter)