The Hegemon's Kiss Addiction

"Mo Yi, where is your boss? Where did he go? How mysterious these days. "

Song September didn't notice the surprise in Mo Yi's eyes and asked eagerly.

Mo shook his head, the boss always can't find a trace for a few days every year, who knows where he went

But in order not to let the people in front of him worry too much, he decided to weave a beautiful lie.

"The boss has gone abroad for a meeting. He may have to come back in a few days."

Song Jiujiu's eyebrows frowned. Since she was going abroad for a meeting, why didn't he bring Mo to the area? Mo Yi was not his assistant. She intuitively told her that the people in front of her had something to hide from her.

"Moyi, how do I usually treat you?"

Song September asked, ink a whole body of hair are up, want to go, but song September a push on the wall.

"Mo Yi, tell me honestly, where has Fu Zai gone?"

Such oppressive action, Mo one holds a document, glasses on bridge of nose almost fell on the ground, still can't help but stabilize the body.

"Miss Song, to tell you the truth, I don't know where the boss is. The boss often goes missing like this. Sometimes for a few days, sometimes for more than ten years, the longest year, he leaves the whole company and comes back the next year. During this period, no one can contact him..."

Song September was stunned and frowned. He disappeared for so long that even the people around him did not know where he had gone. If one day, he was injured outside, and everyone did not know, would he die quietly outside

Song September's whole body is excited, trembling to plan to call Fu Tsai, no accident, is shut down again.

"Miss Song, the old man may ask you to go back to dinner tonight."

Song September in the heart is anxious, next to Mo Yi said such a word, her conditioned reflex of the head.

"Why?"

"Today is the birthday of the boss's grandmother. She has been dead for many years."

Song September a Zheng, she has never heard Fu Tsai mention his grandmother, master Fu's temperament, do not know what kind of woman love.

Mo one's words just finished, song September's mobile phone rang, as expected, it was Fu's old house over there, let her go back to dinner.

She looked at the time and didn't dare to delay. She went downstairs and drove the car directly.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon. As soon as she entered the door of Fu's house, she felt Fu xueya aiming at her back, probably aiming at Fu Tsai.

"Song September, where did my brother go?"

Fu xueya asked with staring eyes. Before, elder brother would never be absent tonight. Today is Grandma's birthday. We must get together.

"Mo Yi said he went to a meeting abroad and had to come back for several days."

Song September answered such a sound, in the porch after changing shoes, slowly walked to the sofa position, can see the figure of busy nannies in the kitchen.

"Did Xiao Tsai go to a meeting abroad?"

Fu's brows frowned. The child never missed the dinner party this evening. He took his mobile phone and tried to make a phone call to the other party, but he found that the phone was off, so he stretched out his finger and pinched his brow.

"Well, since he is in a meeting, don't worry about him."

One side of the housekeeper heard this, and immediately spread the word to the kitchen. In a short time, the delicious food was brought back. Everyone looked at each other and immediately gathered around the table.

Song September could clearly feel that the old man did not seem to repel her so much. He was relieved to think that he saw the Fu family on the first day. He trembled like a little white rabbit. He didn't expect to be able to have dinner with them so lightly now.

There was an empty table beside her. There were empty bowls and chopsticks on the table. At first, she thought it was for Fu Tsai. After eating, Fu xueya whispered in her ear, which was reserved for the Fu family's grandmother.

Song September quietly took a look at Mr. Fu and found that the other party seemed to be wearing new clothes. It was strange that there was no rumors about the mistress of the Fu family, and no one even knew how the other party went.

About ten minutes later, the nanny brought tea, and the door of the living room was knocked. Fu xueya drew song September closer.

Song Jiujiu looks at her in surprise and wants to ask her what's going on, but Fu xueya has a finger in his mouth.

The door of the living room was opened, and the old man with crutches came in. When song saw him for the first time, he felt a glimpse of the universe. It was profound and mysterious

This is an old man with great momentum. Although he deliberately restrained his momentum when he entered the room, song Jiujiu still felt it. He unconsciously put his hand on his knee and sat in front of him.

"Old Fu, you're all right."

Fu Jiangsheng's eyes flashed a trace of what, rose to meet up.

"You didn't come last year. I didn't think you would come again."

The two old people exchanged greetings. Song Jiujiu found Fu xueya very nervous and put his head together."Who is this?"

"Those who can't be provoked, song Jiujiu, remember him, and then remember to take a detour. His status is equal to or even higher than that of his grandfather, and his means are terrible..."

Fu xueya said, seriously sitting on the sofa, in the past when this person came to Fu's house, she would be very nervous, inexplicably afraid of each other.

Song Jiujiu was even more puzzled. She turned to look at the old man and found that the other party was looking at himself, even with a look of examination. The look was like a comb, combing her inside and outside.

Under that kind of vision, she even had a kind of creepy feeling. She swallowed her saliva hard. Why are the people I met recently more terrifying than others? For example, the man in black last time, is something big going on in Los Angeles

Zhuang Hong takes back his eyes. It's interesting.

Fu Jiang was born on one side, lowering his head, as if thinking about something. This man has rarely appeared in Los Angeles. He does not know where he will appear every year. However, as long as he is in Los Angeles today, he will surely come over.

"Mr. Fu, do you regret it? I left there so decidedly

Zhuang Hong asked with a crutch. His eyes suddenly became deep and distant. He seemed to recall something. His eyes were full of swords and swords. He was like a general in the year of candle burning, recalling his brilliant life.

"I never regret it. You ask this question once a year. My answer is the same, and it has never changed."

As soon as Chuang Tzu came out, song's eyes changed a little. He also believed what Fu xueya had just said. This man's status was not lower than that of the old man, otherwise the old man would not call him that.

L. A. can match the old man's generation, except in front of this, she really can't think of anyone else.