As if he noticed Lin Ajiu's thoughts, Mr. Fu turned down the volume on his cell phone, leaving only the man's casual flirting.
Listening to this, the scale should be quite large.
Lin Ajiu couldn't help but click her tongue twice in her heart, and came to a conclusion when she heard footsteps suddenly coming from behind her.
Even faster and faster.
She turned back subconsciously and happened to meet the man's teasing eyes. He reached out and grabbed Lin Ajiu's wrist and said casually, "Look what I caught."
"An eavesdropper, uh..." Apparently the man had trouble describing Lin Ajiu. After thinking for a long time, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Squirrel."
"Of course such a lovely lady cannot be described as a mouse. She is also a mouse-like creature, so a squirrel is obviously more suitable."
"do you think so?"
While smiling, he reached out to touch Lin Ajiu's cheek.
Is there anything in the world more embarrassing than being caught eavesdropping?
Lin Ajiu was ashamed and angry, and her cheeks couldn't help but blush, making her originally bloodless cheeks full of vitality, making her look even more attractive.
She slapped Mr. Fu's hand away and tried to defend herself.
At this moment, the box door behind him suddenly opened, and Feng Yimo's indifferent voice came out, "Mr. Fu, Ah Jiu, what are you doing?"
Lin Ajiu froze for a moment. She looked at her posture, one hand was grabbed, and she stood face to face with the man again, looking completely flirtatious.
She thought that there were things more embarrassing than being caught eavesdropping. For example, now, Feng Yimo saw her entangled with another man.
The most embarrassing thing is that this person is not Lu Shizhou, and he also knows him.
Just... off the mark!
Is the world so small?
Mr. Fu smiled and let go, putting his hands in his pockets, looking carefree, "Brother, why are you here?"
She was silent, confused, shocked, her pupils were shaking, and finally she was shocked, "Are you his brother?!"
Feng Yimo walked over, put his arm on Lin Ajiu's shoulders, pulled her into his arms forcefully, and said with a smile, "Ajiu, let me introduce, this is Mr. Fu's son, Fu Yian."
Before he could open his mouth to introduce Lin Ajiu, Fu Yi'an took the lead in extending his hand and said with a smile, "Hello, lovely Miss Squirrel, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'll take good care of you in the future."
Feng Yimo knew that he was a playboy. As long as he was good-looking, he wanted to hook up with him. He simply held his hand first and said with a smile, "Ah Jiu is afraid of strangers. Mr. Fu will forgive me."
This protective and caring attitude instantly put Fu Yi's mind at ease.
He shrugged nonchalantly, his ambiguous eyes wandering around the two of them, with an "I understand" expression. He raised his hand and patted Feng Yimo's shoulder. He said he was whispering, but in fact, the volume was very measured, just enough to make the three of them happy. Everyone can hear it clearly.
He said, "Brother, you have good taste. My sister-in-law is so pretty." She's also cute.
But he swallowed this sentence quietly and did not say it out loud.
After all, the old man had just told himself a few days ago that Feng Yimo was the sharpest knife when he used it, and there was no need to offend him because of a woman.
It's hard to find three-legged toads in this world, but two-legged girls are everywhere.
No, it's not necessary.
After all, it is up to him to work hard to earn money for himself and support his family.
Anyway, the company’s surname is Fu, not Feng.
Fu Yian was very open-minded. In his eyes, Feng Yimo was working desperately for him. For his better future and life, what happened to him?
That was his living father and brother who made money for him. What happened to Ren Ren?
"I'm not..."
Before Lin Ajiu finished speaking, Feng Yimo blocked her back. He said, "I haven't agreed yet. It's not too late to call my sister-in-law when I agree."
Fu Yian's eyes widened, his eyes darting back and forth between the two people, gossip dancing in his eyes, "No, there are still people you can't take down."
What man can resist gossip from acquaintances?
After all, it’s human nature to gossip.
"I can't help it, I showed up a little late." Feng Yimo didn't hide it. When he said this, a wry smile appeared on his lips.
He sighed, calmed down his expression, and asked, "What about you, did you come by yourself?"
"The old man called me here," Fu Yian said. "It just so happens that the old man has been talking about you recently, saying that you never go to see him, why don't we come together?"
"The old man is here too?" Feng Yimo's tone was a little surprised, and then he laughed again, "I have been busy recently, and I haven't seen him for a few days. I didn't expect to meet him here."
After that, he lowered his head slightly and said softly to Lin Ajiu, "Ajiu, I asked Cheng Bo to take you back. Think carefully about what I said to you."
Words carry their own meaning.
She raised her eyes and looked at the two of them intently, responded in a low voice, turned back to the box, picked up her things, and left.
The two people behind him were chatting with each other. As soon as they reached the door of the box, Fu Yian's cell phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and later realized that he seemed to have brought a female companion with him. He said apologetically, "Brother, please go in first. I'll pick someone up."
With just one glance, Feng Yimo understood what was going on and couldn't help but said with a smile, "Go back quickly."
When he opened the door and walked in, Mr. Fu was making tea. The heat was lingering, and he looked a bit gentle and kind.
Feng Yimo knew clearly that this was just a superficial disguise. No one knew better than him how ruthless Mr. Fu was in private.
He stood up straight and called respectfully, "Old Master."
Mr. Fu is in his sixties this year. His eyes are sharp and deep, like water in a bottomless well. His expression is still the same, and his youthful demeanor can be vaguely seen.
He raised his head slightly and saw Feng Yimo. Then he smiled and patted the seat next to him, indicating, "Sit next to me."
"Yes." Feng Yimo didn't hesitate and sat on the old man's left side.
Mr. Fu poured him a cup of tea slowly and said casually, "I heard that Nancheng has been in a lot of trouble recently. How is it going now?"
Feng Yimo took the tea cup respectfully. Hearing this, he just smiled and said, "What happened to the Tang family, of course, they have to solve by themselves."
"Just be sensible," Mr. Fu looked away, took a sip of the strong tea in front of him, and said nonchalantly, "When are you going to get married, I will give you a big gift."
"Thank you, old man. It's still too early to get married."
Mr. Fu knew who was behind Nancheng, but he chose to turn a blind eye because of the large piece of meat he tore off from the Tang family.
Now that it is brought up, it is just for the sake of hammering.
Therefore, Feng Yimo's eyes darkened, he still liked Mr. Fu more.
A fool with nothing but beauty.
It just so happens that this kind of person is Mr. Fu's only son.
This world is really inexplicably strange.
