Born to be pregnant

Chapter 250 Going to the Three Treasures Hall

On the thick door outside the CEO's office on the top floor of Fu's family, there is a gold-plated door plate, and the words "CEO's Office" shine brightly.

Inside the office, the decoration is majestic, simple yet luxurious. A man in an Armani suit sits behind a dark brown executive desk, holding a Carand'Ache diamond fountain pen, which is one of the most expensive limited edition fountain pens in the world, with an asking price of 25 US dollars .

The man who owns this pen is writing vigorously now, his handwriting is smooth and flowing, and his strength penetrates the back of the paper. His eyes are deep and sharp, and his facial features are matched with sharp lines. Smooth contours.

Suddenly, the mobile phone at hand vibrated, and he paused for a moment. After seeing the phone number displayed on it, he looked at the time displayed on the dark watch in his hand.

He hooked his sexy thin lips, then put the cap on the expensive diamond pen and threw it on the table, without any distress, and there was a sense of casual profligacy in his gestures.

Then he picked up his phone, unbuttoned his suit, and leaned back in his chair. In an instant, he became a different person. He lost his sharp edge and became cynical. When talking to the other party, his deep voice There was a lazy and evil spirit: "Hey, baby, do you miss me?"

A woman's teasing laughter came from over there: "Of course, my dear, are you off work? When will you come over, I'll wait for you." The voice of the seductive moth is numb to the bone, and it makes people feel comfortable.

"So impatient?" He teased.

Tang Mowan scratched her head and managed to get through the phone, but it turned out that there was an ongoing call, so she had to hang up first and call later.

After such a long time, she really forgot Fu Zimu's phone number. She made a mistake when typing it in for the first time, and she couldn't ask Fu Shaoqian, which saved him from thinking too much. It took a long time to get back from Chen Mo. There I got Fu Zimu's phone number, Tang Mowan stared at the string of numbers, and couldn't help laughing.

After such a long time, the resentment towards Fu Zimu has long since dissipated. I looked at the time and thought it was almost time, so I called again, but I didn't know that the line was still busy.

Can't help being depressed: "I won't be picking up girls again."

Fu Zimu here didn't care when he heard a new call coming in. He is a very principled person who distinguishes between public and private. He doesn't talk about personal affairs during working hours, and he doesn't talk about business affairs during off-duty hours. It's like a dual personality with schizophrenia , Work and commute, just like two different personalities.

So after get off work, he is usually the one who makes phone calls, and few people get in. But today, this one seems to be a little persistent, and he has been lingering with the confidante opposite for a long time. Fu Zimu finally ended the call and stared at Missed calls displayed on the phone.

Just because she deleted his number, doesn't mean her number was also deleted.

The word "ex-wife" was clearly imprinted on the screen.

This is a phone number that has never rang in the past three years. It is a little trance, a little strange, and a little bit, palpitations.

He leaned on the back of the chair, with his legs crossed on the table, staring at the number for a long time, and then the phone rang again.

Tang Mowan didn't give up, and tried again without believing in evil, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the call was connected this time.

Fu Zimu frowned, as if he hadn't considered whether to pick it up or not, and was even unspeakable, uneasy.

He also couldn't explain why he kept her phone number morbidly for so many years, and even remarked such a name, as if reminding him of his past and pain all the time.

His feelings have always been impure, and he is used to lingering in the court of love and moon, and he has long since lost that kind of clear love and hate feelings, and completely foolish love is even more impossible.

His feelings for Tang Mowan were even more complicated, even a little unspeakable. He once resented what evil he did in his previous life to provoke a woman like her in this life.

Is it because of this reason that he didn't delete her number?Obviously not.

He knew very well that he kept it because he hadn't really let it go.

He watched her lose, gain, and finally return to Fu Shaoqian's side, experience again and again, reincarnation again and again, he always watched quietly, did not make a move, because he had tasted the taste of regret.

Tang Wanru is all the witnesses of his youth and youth. Because he was unwilling, he regretted and blamed himself a lot in the next few years, so he chose to respect Tang Mowan, forbearance, and fulfillment.

Two women, one who became his father's ex-wife in the end, must have become his uncle's beloved wife in the end.In any case, Tang Mowan had a better life than Tang Wanru.

In the past two years, he still lingered in the romantic place, living a life of drunkenness, women around him came and went, and changed countless people. He also wanted to settle down and got engaged to Shang Shuhan, but in the end Shang Shuhan proposed to dissolve Engagement, breakup, and parting, she said: "Fu Zimu, it's not that you don't know how to love, but you have already left that lover's heart to others, and you have no heart, so no matter what I do, you are can not be seen."

We broke up because of despair.

Is that right, he left his heart to someone else, who did he leave it to?

At the same time, he also kept a low profile in the midst of the wind and snow, and forbeared to specialize in cultivation. He started from an ordinary low-level employee, step by step, and took the current position of president.

He couldn't deceive himself, this was left to him by Fu Shaoqian.It was Fu Shaoqian who raised him. From the very beginning, this was arranged by Fu Shaoqian.

His father coveted the position of president for too long, and he didn't want to be in this position at all. If it wasn't for Fu Chengguang's overdoing things, seriously damaging the interests of the Fu family, and doing things that harmed others and benefited himself, he would never have agreed to Fu Shaoqian's plan.

When did he become so responsible?It's because life is empty and lonely, so I want to find something to do to pass the time.

So, well.

Now during the day, he is busy between various meetings, business dinners and busy work. After get off work, he finds beautiful women for dinner, chats and dates. His life is lively and nourishing.

His father, uncharacteristically, retreated and lived a peaceful life at home raising flowers, grass, and nature.

It should be said that this is Fu Shaoqian's brilliance. He pulled Fu Chengguang down and pushed Fu Zimu up, but he was his own son after all. Fu Chengguang did so much, but in the end he paved the way for his son and daughter. Now this result , It's not that I treated him badly, but it made Fu Chengguang calm down and didn't make too many moves.

The phone rang again, interrupting Fu Zimu's meditation.

He was suddenly curious about going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. He swiped off the screen and said in a disinterested voice, "Who, I'm Fu Zimu."

A strange yet somewhat familiar mellow voice came into Tang Mowan's ears. She felt a little uncomfortable after years of absence, but soon, she cleared her throat and adjusted herself. There was also a trace of deliberate and imperceptible flattery: "Hi, Mr. Fu, long time no see, do you still remember me?"

Tang Mowan had despised herself thousands of times in her heart at this moment, but she had to wear a flattering smile on her face.

"I don't remember." Fu Zimu replied honestly and flatly, "If every woman wants me to remember, I'm going to be too busy, I'll hang up if it's nothing."

!wipe.

Tang Mowan didn't mean to be rude, but he really couldn't help it. With a man like him, it seemed impossible for you to have a good talk with him.But it's also true to think about it the other way around. She deleted her phone number, and a stranger suddenly called and asked, do you remember me?She may not say so bluntly that she doesn't remember, but the fact is the same.

Moreover, he was impatient and immediately hung up the phone, so she softened her voice and immediately revealed her identity: "Hello, Mr. Fu, I'm Tang Mowan, do you still have any memories?"

The corner of Fu Zimu's mouth raised silently, as if he saw her serious expression sitting on the chair: "Oh, it's you, what do you want from me?"

She was really afraid that he forgot to answer, and then she really didn't know how to answer the conversation.

"Hehe." She suddenly laughed twice, "I want to ask if Mr. Fu is free recently."

"You want to invite me to dinner?"

"..." She actually wanted to ask if she was interested in participating in a commercial, but she still scratched her head when she got to the point, "Well, yes, I invite you to dinner, I don't know what you are There is time."

Knowing that she wasn't looking for him for dinner at all, he chose an embarrassing time: "Just now, I happen to have no arrangements. There is no time later."

Biting the cap of her pen, Tang Mowan immediately agreed: "Okay, then where do you want to eat?"

"You decide, I have no objection."

"Okay, then I'll send it to your phone later."

"Later." He replied very politely, and after finishing the call, he called his confidante who was waiting for him over there, "I'm sorry, baby, I can't go due to something, you have fun Order."

Tang Mowan thought about it and decided to confess to Fu. Of course, she didn't dare to say that it was with Fu Zimu. She still remembered that he had warned her righteously at that time not to have any contact with Fu Zimu.

Although she does it for work, sometimes white lies are good for maintaining family harmony and stability.

He was naturally reluctant, and Tang Mowan made a final decision: "Behind every successful woman there must be a man who silently contributes. Now, as the man behind a successful woman, Mr. Fu, you have to support your wife's work, just like I did in the past." I support you unconditionally, okay?"

"..." With such a big hat on, it would seem a little unreasonable and unreasonable for President Fu to disagree, "Then tell me when it will end, and I'll pick you up."

"I don't know about this right now. I'll see when the time comes. If it's early, I'll just take a taxi and come back."

Finally appeasing the person, Tang Mowan hurriedly called to reserve a seat, then sent it to Fu Zimu, and took the contract agreement with him to the restaurant.

Fu Zimu didn't come quickly, so when he arrived, Tang Mowan was already looking forward to it.

She wears a simple shirt and trousers, light makeup, long hair and shawls, capable and casual attire. Now she is a 26-year-old mature working woman, and she has long since faded away from the youthfulness she had when she married him She is immature, and her facial features are more three-dimensional and profound. When she smiles, her eyebrows and eyes are curved, like a shallow moon, with a charming charm.

His footsteps subconsciously slowed down, but Tang Mowan had already noticed him, and after a brief moment of stupefaction, he immediately got up to greet him, with an unconcealable smile on his face: "Hi, Mr. Fu, you're here , please sit down please sit down."

Fu Zimu raised his eyebrows and sat down in front of her.

I haven't seen him for such a long time. He is more mature and masculine than before. His strong and slender body is wrapped under a well-fitting handmade shirt. The cuffs and neckline are decorated with expensive custom-made diamond cufflinks. His handsome facial features are mature and three-dimensional. Fu Shaoqian's somewhat similar outline made her smile unconsciously tinged with sincerity.

"Come on, here is the menu, you can see what you want to eat, you are welcome."

"I won't be polite, but if there is nothing to show courteousness to, it's either rape or stealing. You should first tell me what you want from me, otherwise I really can't eat this meal."

"...Hehehe," Tang Mowan laughed unnaturally, with an unnaturally stiff expression, "Mr. Fu, look at what you're saying, can't we catch up on the old days?"

"Reminiscing about the past, do you still want to continue with me?" Fu Zimu's dark eyes fell on her fair and tender face, as if he could see through people in an instant, which made Tang Mowan's heart skip a beat, and he wanted to laugh, but couldn't. , He simply went all out, pulled out the contract and put it in front of him, "I have something to ask you, I want to ask you to shoot an advertisement, I don't know if there is any intention."

Fu Zimu looked disgusted, and said coldly: "No."

"You didn't even look at..."

Fu Zimu raised his deep eyes, and there was a silent sneer in his eyes: "Do you think I still need to shoot commercials?"

With his current status, why should he condescend to shoot this kind of advertisement.

Tang Mowan was stunned, and suddenly felt that she was funny. She did not think too much about her reckless approach, and she was too inconsiderate. Suddenly, she stopped talking. After thinking for a while, she took back the contract: " Sorry, I didn't think carefully."

It's just that when she went to get the contract, he just reached out his hand, so his big dry and slender hand just covered the back of her hand, accompanied by shock and embarrassment like electric shock, both of them were stunned.

The palpitations belonged to Fu Zimu, and the embarrassment belonged to Tang Mowan.

After she realized it, she pulled her hand out immediately, and Fu Zimu had already pulled it out, but she didn't stop her from taking the contract back. No matter what kind of advertisement, he couldn't shoot it.

So there seemed to be no need for this meal, he got up, but Tang Mowan stopped him: "Hey, what are you doing, don't talk about the contract, can't we just have a meal together?"

He stared at her condescendingly for a long time, and then slowly sat back in his original position.

"Come and see, what do you want to eat? The baked snails with cheese here are very famous. Do you want to try it?" She handed the menu to Fu Zimu, Fu Zimu glanced at her, took it slowly, and called the waiter , ordered food.

Tang Mowan ordered a snowflake steak, a thick soup, and a fruit salad.

There is no righteousness in buying and selling.

While waiting for the meal, Tang Mowan randomly searched for topics. Of course, only his topics were limited to her questions, and he occasionally answered a few questions. The atmosphere was not very lively, but it was relatively harmonious.

About halfway through eating, Tang Mowan was about to stand up and go to the bathroom when she saw a hot and slender woman in a red tight dress coming diagonally from the front left. The red wine glass splashed on Tang Mowan's face.

Tang Mowan was unprepared, and was splashed all over her face. The viscous red liquid flowed down her face, some of it flowed into her eyes, and she couldn't open them even if she wanted to.

Before she could fully react, the woman raised her hand again. Fortunately, this time, Fu Zimu stopped her with quick eyes and hands. She pulled hard and opened the distance from Tang Mowan, and then Fu Zimu shouted: "What are you doing?" !"

"What are you doing!" The woman's voice was harsh, "Fu Zimu, you still have the nerve to ask me what I want to do, what are you doing!"

Fu Zimu had a cold face. He had provoked a lot of women, but every one of them was easy to get together. Obviously, this one in front of him was a little bit beyond his expectation.

Tang Mowan also understood that she suffered from his indiscriminate disaster.

But unexpectedly, I heard Fu Zimu say again: "Who are you, I don't know you!"

"You..." The woman blushed, Fu Zimu was considered a celebrity now, and the gossip was being captured everywhere, and it seemed that someone had already picked up a camera to take pictures of them.

Tang Mowan covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, Fu Zimu was clasped by the woman's hand, and said coldly, "Apologize!"

The woman immediately raised her voice again, wishing everyone would know: "Why should I apologize, Fu Zimu, you have done so many things to offend women, played with so many women, this is your new love, you are ungrateful Heartless and ungrateful man, I bah!"

After the woman spat at him, she stepped on Fu Zimu's instep with her pointed high-heeled shoes. Fu Zimu grinned in sharp pain, unable to maintain his noble image.

The camera next to them took more pictures, and soon, they packed up their things and left.

Tang Mowan was a little anxious. She didn't care about her embarrassment. She also knew that those photos could not be taken away, so she was anxious to chase them out.

As soon as he raised his leg, he saw a tall figure blocking the door of the restaurant, staring at the two men taking pictures with awe-inspiring imposing manner.

She breathed a sigh of relief and quickened her pace to catch up.

"Bring it." Fu Shaoqian stood at the gate, his tone serious.

The two men looked at each other, and one of them pretended to say, "Why give it to you, who are you?"

Fu Shaoqian was obviously angry, and his sharp eyes fell on them like knives: "Don't make me say it a second time, bring it!"

The two men refused, so Fu Shaoqian stretched out his hand and pulled the camera hanging around their necks. One forcefully pulled the man's neck closer. At this time, Fu Zimu also rushed over to control the other. Man, snatch the camera—

(End of this chapter)