Fu Shao, your boss overturned again

Chapter 20 This style of painting is a bit sloppy!

Chapter 20 This style of painting is a bit sloppy!

Bo Xinyue looked up at Fu Jingchen, wondering how he would introduce himself to her?

He shouldn't know his name, right?

When he was thinking about it, Fu Jingchen said slowly, "she is my child."

When Bo Xinyue saw him introduce herself like this, she frowned slightly. She is already 20 years old, why is she a child?
When she was struggling with this small word, Sheng Ruoyi understood Fu Jingchen's words. He said she was his child?

This is clearly telling her that he has a very close relationship with her.

My heart sank again and again. After waiting for him for so many years, how could she be taken away so easily?
The hands on both sides clenched into fists, trying to restrain his emotions, "Brother Jingchen...you..."

Fu Jingchen raised his eyes and interrupted her coldly, "Go and do your work, my little friend doesn't like to be disturbed."

"Then my brother and I will go see you some other day." She wanted to stay cheeky, but it could be seen that there was a cold look in his eyes, so she naturally didn't dare to make him unhappy.

"Ah."

Seeing her leave, Bo Xinyue immediately protested dissatisfied, "Why did you call me a kid just now? I'm already 20 years old, okay?"

Fu Jingchen receded from the indifference just now and put on a gentle smile. Just as she thought, she didn't realize that what he just said was that she was his child.

"Sorry, I don't know your name. I guessed that you might be younger than me, so I introduced you like that."

"Oh." For some reason, she didn't have any doubts when she saw him explaining seriously with a smile on his face.

Seeing her cute and cute appearance, Fu Jingchen smiled even more, "I'll help you get what you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine, I'm not picky eaters."

"Okay." In fact, he knows her preferences very well. As she said, she is not picky about food, but it is limited to not picking sweet and spicy food.

Among other dishes, she doesn't like ginger, star anise, or brown sugar water.

The manager saw that Young Master Fu went to help get the dessert by himself, so he couldn't help but hurried forward to say hello, "Young Master Fu, that girl?"

"Go ask the master to make some flower cakes. The little girl likes to eat them. I don't need to say much about my identity."

"Yes, I'll go right away." No one expected that their famous and ruthless Young Master Fu would help the girls get desserts with a plate.

No matter how you look at it, this style of painting feels a bit smokey.

Bo Xinyue sat on her seat and looked around, when suddenly a man caught her attention.

It's really a narrow road to Encounter, and on the first day back to China, she will meet Xiong Jinhao, who she misses day and night and hates so much.

It was he who took everything that his parents had worked so hard to become the president of his father's company. He is now 55 years old.

His wife is a painter, and his son and daughter all work in the company.

Today's Bo Group has long been renamed Jincheng Group.

Among the industries involved are catering and design.

That's why Bo Xinyue wanted to enter these two fields and decided to chase them down.

Although it will not be easy in a short time, she is confident that she can defeat them and take everything that belongs to the Bo family.

When Fu Jingchen came back, he saw her face was stern, and her whole body was full of ruthlessness.

Thinking of the person he saw just now, he could understand why she had such an expression.

"Try it." He brought the dessert in front of her.

"Thank you." She thanked politely, looked at the dessert in front of her, and planned to temporarily forget about the irrelevant people.

It's a pity that some people are always so blind...

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