Dear wife: please be gentle, president

When fu qing woke up in the morning, she didn' t feel pain because of the alcohol she drank yesterday. Instead, she felt relaxed. She was lying on the bed and felt the sun shining brightly. She stretched out her five fingers to let the light seep through her fingers, as if all the beauty was in her eyes ...

Was it because of the success of the first step of her revenge plan that she felt this way?

Just when she was wondering, fu qing found herself lying in her bedroom. It seemed that the first step of revenge had made her more than a little strange.

She had been living alone in this apartment and rarely slept in the bedroom. She felt that the sofa in the living room was also very comfortable, and she was always used to drinking some red wine to fall asleep, so the sofa became her master bedroom.

Why was he in such a good mood that he ran into the bedroom to sleep yesterday?

While fu qing was wondering, she saw the news on her phone. It was all about the fact that he was cheated by his fiancée at the engagement banquet yesterday.

Fu qing's mood instantly became a little depressed. It seemed that the most influential person in this matter would still be ye yimo. What kind of leek was fu yingying?

Most of the news was that ye yimo's fiancée had a bad style. During her school days, she had seduced a lot of men and often visited clubs.

Of course, for the sake of attracting attention, there would be media outlets that pointed to the lack of male charm in ye yimo.

With such a sensational headline and news content, fu qing couldn' t help but sweat for the newspaper. Did they really treat ye mo as a decoration?

Only a few news reports that mayor fu's upbringing was not strict led to his daughter's misdemeanour, which made fu qing slightly comforted.

...

She couldn't help but sigh. She looked at the time and called song jiachen to tell him that she was feeling unwell today and that she wasn't going to work.

Unexpectedly, song jiachen did not ask too much. He merely replied with an' mm' and allowed her to have a good rest. It was okay for her to rest for a few more days.

After hanging up the phone, fu qing looked at the empty room. She had nothing to do, but the thought of facing ye yimo at the company made her feel a little guilty. Perhaps ye yimo wouldn' t work today, but there must be some rumors about him in the company. Even then, she would feel uneasy ...

Fu qing went to the bathroom and took a cold shower.

She had been feeling very depressed, so she paid her bills and went to a place she had always wanted to go, but she didn' t dare to go.

It was a villa where she and her mother used to live together.

Yes, the villa!

Fu guoming had always been ruthless to the mother and daughter, but he left them a villa to live in. Perhaps he thought that was a compensation, but for the mother who paid, it was not a different kind of prison.

She still remembered that not long after her mother died, qiao hui had come to her house arrogantly and forced her to sign a sales agreement to sell the villa to someone else. As for the money, it was naturally in her pocket.

After that, for a long time, fu qing didn' t go back and didn' t know if there was still a mother's breath there.

After paying off the taxi, she was surprised to find that the villa seemed to be more lively than before.

She remembered that she and her mother had planted a small rose in the corner before, but at that time, there were only a few flower bones. At this time, the rose had covered a whole wall, and each flower looked so charming under the sunlight, making the small two-storey villa full of vitality.

Fu qing walked forward slowly in surprise. The closer he walked, the more fresh and elegant scent became more and more intense. The taste was not roses, but her favorite camellias. When she reached the iron door, she suddenly realized that the courtyard was full of camellias, red and white, extremely alluring and pure.

Fu qing couldn' t imagine what a happy scene it would be like living here. After that, she saw the partition wall of the villa. It had already been broken through. On a small floor, there was a simple wooden pavilion with wooden reclining chairs and tables in the middle.

Fu qing looked around. She remembered that there was another villa beside her, but she did not expect that the two villas were now connected into one.

Her impression of this neighbor was already very blurry, but she felt that he was an excellent person. They also liked flowers, and they looked so beautiful in camellias. He must be a kind person.

Fu qing smiled with a hint of satisfaction. This place that once filled her happy memories was now treated with such kindness, and she felt very gratified.

At this moment, an old man with a few strands of silver hair walked out of the villa.