True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Chapter 298: Ying Zijin: Brother, support you [2 more]

Chapter 298 Ying Ziying: Brother, support you [2 more]

got the quasi letter, the person on the other end of the phone was so excited: "Brother, I will prepare now, you wait, I will be in Shanghai tomorrow morning."

"Ian, you don't need to worry." Fu Yun said faintly, "I have another important thing. It's all right when you arrive on the 12th."

"Urgent, urgent, of course urgent." On the other end of the phone came the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, "I've finally waited for this day. Can you not be anxious?"

Few people know what the original intention of Venus Group was.

The original intention was actually to bring Yuxiangfang back.

As a result, if he was not careful, he became the world's top group.

Who knows how to do it.

"Brother, did something happen?" After Ian was excited, he calmed down, "Why do you suddenly want to understand?"

He knows the Fu family's stuff, and he knows how disgusting the Fu Mingcheng family is.

If there is no old man Fu, if it is not for Fu Yunshen's cleverness, he would not even have a chance to grow up, and he would die.

Ian knows better that Fu Yunshen hasn't done it all the time because of Mr. Fu.

Blood relationship is a wonderful thing, and there will always be ties.

In order for Mr. Fu to spend his old age peacefully, Fu Yunshen can bear everything.

"Nothing." Fu Yun narrowed his peachy eyes and smiled lightly, "Yes, I have nothing left."

The words are all here, how could Ian not know what happened, and he immediately felt cold.

He should have thought of it long ago.

If one day, Fu Yunshen decides to do something against the Fu family, it must be that Father Fu is gone.

Fu family, can't hold him down.

There are few things that can trap Fu Yunshen in this world.

"Brother, you...you still have us." Ian was very uncomfortable, and he didn't know how to comfort him, "You, don't be sad."

"Hmm." Fu Yunshen said nothing, "Hang up."

When he was about to put the phone away, WeChat dinged.

is his only star friend now.

【Sir, don’t be afraid, I still have money, I can still afford to raise you, you go here to eat, I’ve reserved a seat. 】

【In these two days, I won't disturb you, you are very quiet. 】

Fu Yunshen paused with his fingers, and his eyelashes moved.

Somewhere in the heart, as if struck by something.

Squeezed deeply.

After a full stop for five minutes, Fu Yunshen replied.

【Thank you Yaoyao, my brother will. 】

He left the cemetery and drove to the city center.

One hour later, Maserati stopped in front of a Michelin three-star store.

Fu Yun pushed the door deeply and went in.

The man’s face is handsome, too captivating and outstanding.

Someone recognized him immediately.

It's already eight o'clock at this time. After the meal, there are not too many people, there is only a table of guests.

It's a couple of brothers who are gathering together.

One of the elder brothers picked up the wine bottle and stood up leisurely.

"Oh, this is not our Shanghai city's most romantic young girl, is Fu Qishao Fu Yunshen?" He smiled, and then seemed to realize it, "Oh, no, no, you are not even the Fu family."

"Meng Yang, don't tear people's wounds directly." The other son-in-law looked sarcastically, "They are still a romantic boy, but they have no money."

"Yes, Fu Yunshen." Meng Yang smiled badly, "This store is not cheap. You were kicked out of Fu's house and your bank card was frozen?"

He was very contemptuous: "Would you like me to lend you some money and invite you to have a meal?"

Speaking, Meng Yang shook the bottle in his hand again: "Have you seen it? This Remy Martin costs 20,000 yuan a bottle. Tsk tsk, it's a pity, you won't be able to drink it anymore."

In fact, the Meng family can’t be ranked in Shanghai, because it is a nouveau riche.

Now that Meng Yang can step on Fu Yunshen's foot, he will naturally not let go of this opportunity.

Meng Yu took out his pocket, ready to take out the card, and gave alms to Fu Yunshen, but was interrupted by a sound of footsteps.

is the manager of the restaurant, and there are more than a dozen waiters behind him.

The waiter was carrying the dinner plate and red wine in his hand, and the array was dazzling, blinding the eyes of several young men of Meng Yang.

"Seven Masters." The manager ignored them, and quickly stepped forward, very respectful, "Ms. Ying prepared this for you specially. She knows you are in a bad mood, so she specially ordered these for you."

Fu Yun gave a deep expression and looked up.

The most eye-catching thing is the ten bottles of red wine.

Bordeaux winery, one hundred thousand bottles.

Not to mention other dishes, they are all top-notch ingredients.

Meng Yang and the other sons were shocked.

They don’t learn too much. They have some money. It’s not a problem to eat at a Michelin three-star store.

There is absolutely no such big money, just order a million worth of red wine.

Meng Yang still held a bank card with a deposit of 500,000 in his hand, and his face only felt hot and painful.

"Miss Ying has booked here today." The manager then looked at Meng Yang and the others, "Just wait for the Seventh Master to come, forgive us not to receive a few."

He made a please gesture, politely alienated.

Meng Yang's face turned blue, and he left angrily.

The other brothers didn't have the face to stay too much, very embarrassed.

The waiter retired after laying out the dishes.

The candlelight is clear and the light is warm.

Fu Yunshen sat down.

He looked down at the table of dishes, and suddenly smiled.

He knew that she was serious about raising him.

Not just to talk casually, nor to comfort him.

He is a little greedy.

Want to turn her into him alone, kid.

But he felt that he was unworthy.

He is not worthy of good things, and he is not worthy of pulling her down.

He has lived in revenge all his life. He lives to be able to find out the group of people 20 years ago.

He is already in hell, how dare he hope for the light.

Although Fu Yunshen slowed him down, Ian still came quickly.

On the evening of November 10th, he took a few of the Venus Group’s cronies to Shanghai and stayed at the Queen Hotel.

Queen Hotel is not the property of the Venus Group, but it also has some shares.

Yunshan and Yunwu are also there.

"Where is my brother?" Ian entered the room and took a look. "Is he not there?"

Speaking, he put down the two bottles of wine: "I also specially rushed back before his birthday, thinking about celebrating."

"You forgot, tomorrow--" Yunshan pursed his lips. "Tomorrow is the anniversary of Miss Liu Ying and the old lady's death. Master is going to worship."

Ian fell silent suddenly, his eyes were complicated.

They have followed Fu Yunshen for several years and have never seen him celebrate his birthday.

Because of his birthday, it is the death day of Fu Liuying and Yan Yuehua.

He is carrying a sea of blood and hatred, and he can't let go.

Yunshan put away the gun, and carried a sack and a bundle of rope: "We are gone."

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ian couldn't figure it out, "Is this going to fight?"

"It's not a fight." Yunwu said this time, "Don't you start to clean up Fu's house? So let's go and tie up the boy Fu Yichen."

"After the young master pays homage to Miss Liuying and the old lady, it's just time to clean up."

"Tie someone?" Ian got interested, rolled up his sleeves, "I'll go too, and hit him off guard."

Yunshan glanced at him disgustingly, but didn't say anything.

Three people go out together.

Fu Liuying was not buried in the cemetery, but on a mountain to the east.

Fu Yunshen went to the cemetery to pay homage to Mrs. Fu Yan Yuehua before going to the place where Fu Liuying was buried.

By the time he reached the top of the mountain, it was already 11:30 in the evening.

The night is deep, there are no stars in the sky, and even the moon is covered by clouds and there is no light.

Fu Liuying’s grave is very simple.

is a wordless monument, with nothing on it.

It’s not because Mr. Fu doesn’t pay much attention to Fu Liuying, but because he’s afraid that the group of people from twenty years ago will come again.

No one knows if they will dig the grave too.

Fu Yun knelt down deeply.

He raised his hand, stroked the cold tombstone, smiled suddenly, and said softly: "Mom, actually...I still miss you very much."

He didn't really have a deep impression of Fu Liuying, after all, it only took two years.

The only thing that is still impressive is that when Fu Liuying hugged him and coaxed him to sleep, she would often say a word to him.

"Little Qi, mom, I named you Yunshen. I hope that even in the darkness of the abyss, there is the sunlight that illuminates you."

"Mom's Xiao Qi, I will grow up happily and peacefully in the future. Mom hopes to be with you all the time."

Fu Liuying's two wishes, none of them fulfilled in the end.

"In fact, it's nothing." Fu Yun smiled deeply, leaning against a tree, looking up at the sky, faintly, "I've been used to it all by myself for so many years."

Get used to a person.

Get used to laughing.

Because only laughter can prove that he is happy, even if it is a bad disguise.

The top of the mountain is silent and silent.

It rained suddenly on the sky.

Drop after drop, gradually getting bigger.

Heavy rain, the world is dim.

Fu Yunshen was still leaning on the tombstone, very quiet, and did not hide, letting himself be in the rain.

The rain streamed down his hair, face, and chin, soaking all his clothes, and almost drowning him.

But at this moment, the sound of footsteps sounded, very shallow, almost inaudible.

Fu Yun has been practicing ancient martial arts for many years, and his ears are naturally not comparable to ordinary people.

As long as he is vigilant, he can hear every movement.