Little sweet wife, super ferocious!

Fu Zhengyu stares at his wife for a few seconds.

"What do you know as a woman? Do you know your son's attitude towards me? You're used to what he's like today. You've just seen what he did to me! "

Fu's wife thinks funny, oneself ignore, still want to put the responsibility on her head?

"Fu Zhengyu, can't you ever reflect on yourself? My husband and wife have been blaming me for everything over the years. As long as everything is my fault, how about you, you have never made any mistakes? "

Fu Zhengyu's eyes narrowed dangerously. He was used to male chauvinism. Even if he quarreled with his wife, he never compromised. He couldn't bear to teach his obedient wife such a lesson.

"Don't forget what I'm doing when I marry you back. Think about it for yourself. Just a few women in Kyoto can be compared with you. You'll be content. It's a blessing you've been cultivating in your last life to marry me. You don't know what you're doing here. You don't think about what you've paid for these years!"

Mrs. Fu had known for a long time that he would say so. In recent years, whenever there was a dispute, he would run on himself, as if he had a big advantage in marrying him.

Fu Zhengyu, don't forget that our marriage is also an interest marriage. At the beginning, my mother's family made great efforts!

When Mrs. Fu married him, Fu Zhengyu didn't achieve what he did today. At that time, the successor chosen by the old man was not Fu Zhengyu. The reason why he was able to stand on the top was that his wife, Mrs. Fu, had made a lot of efforts. Over the years, the Fu family's status in Kyoto gradually rose, but Mrs. Fu's family gradually went down. A few years ago, it was even destroyed, A family of old and young died in a car accident abroad. Since then, she has no family, which has become her heart disease for many years.

Family decline, husband does not love, rich women, she is the most failed to live, right?

Mrs. Fu, whom everyone respects, is just a nice name.

No matter how much she says, it's just hurting her feelings. Why should she ask for another result?

Now in this big house, she is just a decoration. If her son didn't inherit everything from the Fu family, could she still sit here?

Mrs. Fu is very clear!

Juancheng Washington at night is very cold, no Zheng Zheng, no hostess, only a few servants are responsible for cleaning here.

When Fu Shaoxian came back, the big guys were very happy. These days, they were idle. They felt that they had no soul when their master was away.

"Fu Shao, you are back! If you want something to eat, I'll tell someone to do it right away. "

Fu Shaoxian shook his head, "you don't have to do anything. I just want to have a good sleep."

The servants are also observant. They can see that Fu Shaoxian is very tired, and they don't disturb him much. Fu Shaoxian goes upstairs and directly returns to the master bedroom. He falls on the big bed and goes to sleep quickly.

It seems that there has never been such a situation before. He can sleep so soundly as soon as he goes to bed, even without taking a bath.

He has always been a cleanliness addict. He is very strict with the hygiene of his home. People who are familiar with him know his habits and get used to them gradually.

The dark room suddenly becomes bright, and the people lying on the bed squint uncomfortably, and instantly become alert.

"Who?"

"It's me!" Mrs. Fu brought him food. "Get up and eat before you sleep. I don't think I've eaten in country C these days. You've been picky since you were a child. You can't eat well outside."

Fu Shaoxian rubbed his eyes, and only in front of Mrs. Fu did he behave so casually.

"These are all your favorite foods. I specially ordered the new chef to prepare them and send them to you. If you want to taste them, I can offer him a reasonable price."

Fu Shaoxian walked slowly to the table and sat down. Although they were all his favorite food, he had no appetite at the moment.

Expressionless picked up the tableware, after eating a few mouthfuls, Mrs. Fu asked, "how is it, OK?"

"Well."

"Don't always, um, give me an opinion."

Fu Shaoxian put down the tableware, a little impatient.

Mrs. Fu said again, "I know there are some things you don't want to say, but do you want to share with me? Shaoxian, I'm your mother. I brought you up. What can you hide from me? "

"But what else do you ask?"

"I just want to know what happened to you and Rong Zheng. If you want to get married or break up, you have to give someone else an explanation."

Fu Shaoxian lit a cigarette in front of Mrs. Fu. His face was tired. It was only a few days since he saw Mrs. Fu. He felt that his son was carrying a mountain on his shoulder, which made him breathless.

Seeing that her son was not willing to talk, Mrs. Fu changed the subject. "I heard that there was something wrong with the branch of Mr. Fu in country C. have you dealt with it well?"

"Well, I can handle it."

Can you handle it well is that it hasn't been handled well at present, and the workaholic Fu Shaoxian is still here? In the past, as long as there was anything at work, he worked harder than anyone else.

Mrs. Fu didn't know what differences had happened between their father and son because of their work. Now when she saw her son like this, she was only distressed to see that Mrs. Fu had been staring at herself. Fu Shaoxian said, "Mom, it's really OK. I can handle it well. All the difficulties are just a test for me."Mrs. Fu believes that her son is good enough and resourceful enough to admit defeat. It's just that she, as a mother, can't bear to make him so tired.

It's just She can't bear to see her son suffer.

"Well, well, parents shouldn't worry too much. Then I'll go back and have a good rest."

"Well."

After Mrs. Fu left, the huge bedroom fell into silence again. He had no desire to continue to sleep and had been smoking in front of the French window.

Soon, he received a message from Rong Zheng.

"Fu Shaoxian, do you like the parting present I gave you?"

Fu Shaoxian just looked at it and didn't make any response. He caught the key point in the message, the parting gift.

Rong Zheng, do you agree to break up?

Thinking of this, Fu Shaoxian was relieved. As long as Rong Zheng accepts the break-up, he will bear all the consequences.

It's just

Fu Shaoxian's dark eyes tightened and called C country.

He was relieved to learn that the child was all right.

Rong Zheng, who didn't get any response, finally couldn't hold on and called Fu Shaoxian.

The man lost his cigarette butt and pressed the answer button. His tone was distant and cold, "Miss Rong."

Fu Shaoxian's voice "Miss Rong" makes Rong Zheng want to cry.

"Fu Shaoxian, you How can you be so cruel? You don't call me these days, and you don't ask me how I'm doing. I'm a woman. I've contacted you. What do you want me to do? "

Before she finished speaking, Rong Zheng began to cry on the other end of the phone. Fu Shaoxian had a headache. Is she making fun of breaking up?