Dear wife: please be gentle, president

Why should I say I'm sorry? Fu qing was even more confused. He didn' t know anything about this person. It was even more unclear whether his words were directed at him or against him. Now, she could only leave him here. Perhaps one day, she could still hear the truth from him.

Of course, the payment was only responsible for providing a sofa, specific toiletries, and had to exploit suman's treasures.

The next morning, fu qing got up early, but when she passed the living room, she found that the sofa was empty.

Did that person leave already?

Su man also walked out of the room with sleepy eyes. When she saw the empty sofa, she immediately screamed," I told you that person was a liar. Let's go now. Hurry up and see what's missing! "

"No way. Fu qing did not know where he had gone, but he was so confident that he would never be a liar.

However, she didn' t seem to have a cell phone, so she didn' t know when he would meet her after he left.

However, just as they were done washing up, the hobo came in with his keys and a pile of breakfast in his hands.

"You' re awake. Hurry up and eat some breakfast. You still need to work, right?" "Asked the hobo thoughtfully, and then he filled the table with breakfast he had bought.

What steamed buns, glutinous rice buns, cooking and selling porridge ... It was as if he had swept all the breakfast shops on the street nearby.

"I don't know what you like to eat either. Try it. The hobo smiled, then looked at suman, and said, with an expression which he did not know what it was," why don't you have some too? "

"I ..." Su man really wanted to lose her temper. What did that look of disdain mean? However, looking at the table full of delicious food, she thought that it might not be too late to lose her temper after dinner.

"Why did you buy so much breakfast? Yesterday has already cost you a lot of money ..." Paying the bill was somewhat embarrassed.seeing that he was already on the verge of being starved of food, how could he still have the cheek to ask him to buy breakfast for himself first?

The hobo did not care. He brought three pairs of chopsticks from the kitchen and asked fu qing to sit down and eat.

Breakfast, breakfast, haven't we had breakfast in a long time? "Su man bit the steamed bun and sighed. It was already a luxury to be able to have a steaming breakfast.

"Why not breakfast? Breakfast is important. "Said the bum. "

As he spoke, he placed a large piece of fried rice into the clear bowl and sold it.

"Who let our little qingqing be in a bad mood? Not only did she save breakfast, but she also saved food for a day. I lost a few pounds along with her. "Said su man.

At this time, he could only roll his eyes again." Enjoy your meal." "

After hearing this, the hobo's hand, which was holding his chopsticks, stiffened, and did not move for a long time.

"Well, I don't know your name yet. "Asked fu qing, always addressing him as a hobo in her heart, which was not very polite, and she wished, if possible, to help him find a home or a job.

The hobo did not respond for a long time.

"What is it? "They didn't say anything that might have stimulated him, did they?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... I didn't protect your mother well and didn't take good care of you ..."

Fu qing waited for a while and immediately asked," what is your relationship with my mother? "

At this time, her phone rang out of time. She looked at the caller id and saw that it was song jiachen. She thought it might be because she could get through to work.

Song jiachen only wanted to confirm that he was talking about cooperation with the honey model company at 10 am.

After he hung up the phone, he immediately asked the homeless the same question.

The hobo hesitated for a while before slowly saying," we used to be friends. After so many years, she's already the child's mother. She once told me that if something happened to her, she would ask me to take good care of her daughter ..."

Entrusting their children to another man proves that their relationship is not ordinary.

Fu qing was confused.who was this man and what was his relationship with his mother? What does it have to do with me?

"I just learned recently that I shouldn' t have come back when your mother killed herself, but I want to avenge her ..." The hobo suddenly said in a low voice. In that instant, his entire aura changed.

"Revenge for what? To whom? "Asked fu qing. Did he know that his mother's suicide was not an accident?

"There are things you should not know. "Replied the hobo.

Just like before, no matter what fu qing was asking, he kept his mouth shut.

Su man, who was sitting at the side, understood the whole thing. It turned out that the one she picked up this time wasn' t a cat or a dog ...

After breakfast, when she was ready to go out to work, suman pulled her again." Tell me, do you think this hobo has something to do with your mother? "

"I don't know. All I know is that he has a picture of me with my mother when I was five. I wanted to know, that's why I left him. Don't go out today. Take care of him for me. I'm afraid he'll be gone again when I get back. "

Then there was su man's astonished face and the look of disdain that the hobo had when he looked at him ...

Fu qing went to the company in advance to collate the project information with honey, and also expressed his sincerity, as well as the importance of this cooperation.

Originally, the two sides had agreed to meet at ten o 'clock in her company's conference room, but now it was almost 11 o' clock, and none of the representatives of the honey party appeared.

Song jiachen accompanied fu qing to sit in the conference room and knocked on the table impatiently. During this time, he had wanted to scold her several times.

Fu qing also looked at her wristwatch several times. Even if there was something, she should have informed her beforehand. She frowned and said to song jiachen," call her and hurry her up." "

As soon as he finished speaking, a pungent smell of perfume came from the door, followed by a woman with heavy makeup, wearing a tight short skirt, her head held high, and her waist twisted into the room.

After dealing with perfume for so long, fu qing remembered the most clearly that perfume was also divided into occasions.

Obviously, the smell of this woman wasn' t suitable for today's business negotiation, but she didn' t know if this person didn' t understand etiquette or didn' t have any intention to cooperate at all.

Of course, she didn' t have the spare time to educate her. She just politely invited her to sit down.

"What do you call it, please? "Asked he.

When the woman sat there, she immediately crossed her legs and took out a manicure knife from her exquisite handbag." My surname is han, the marketing manager of the honey model company." "

She only smiled and thought that the negotiation would be over in less than three minutes.