"You little brat still refuse to talk now?" Yi Zongxiang touched Xiaonian's head.
Otoya nodded and looked over. She had never seen the young man holding Mr. Yi's arm. He looked in his thirties and was dressed in a very low-key manner. However, she still saw the luxury under the low-key appearance. He was handmade in Italy.
The suit made made the man look handsome, and he wore a butterfly jade around his neck.
Yi Zongxiang felt Yinmi's curious gaze, so he said, "This is Zui Mo's brother. No wonder you haven't seen him. He has been abroad in the past few years."
It turned out to be Yi Zuimo's brother and Mr. Yi's grandson. Yinmi stretched out his hand, "Hello, I am Bo Yinmi, Fu Lingzhi's wife."
The man was tall and had piercing eyes, which were more stinging than the darkness in the night. He glanced at her with a smile, stretched out his hand to shake hers, "Secretary Yin's daughter?"
Otoya felt embarrassed by his look, blushed slightly and nodded.
"Miss Yin is indeed a girl from the south of the Yangtze River worthy of the name." His voice was very clear. Although it also had a Beijing flavor, it was not as ruthless and gentle as Fu Lingzhi.
At that time, she didn't know that his name was Yi Muliang, nor did she know how many bumps this man with the jade around his neck would bring in her life in the future.
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After greetings, the group of people walked back to the house.
The military compound has been continuously renovated in recent years, but the Fu family's house has never been touched. It is said that it was the residence of a prince in the Qing Dynasty.
After Fu Qichang's death, Fu Xingzhi and Fu Lingzhi got married and moved out one after another. Only Mr. Fu and Fu Lingzhi's mother, Xu Shu, were left in the mansion.
Xu Shu is the daughter of a former committee member, and marrying Fu Qichang, the former commander of the military region, is a good story. The price of a military-political marriage is not big, but not small. Before Xu Shu married, Fu Qichang had a woman he loved.
, and with Fu Xingzhi.
How much is unsatisfactory in a good story? Just like her and Fu Lingzhi, it seems to be a good story to outsiders, but only they themselves know the real situation.
After entering the carved door, the courtyard was brightly lit. There were many dignitaries gathered in the hall, wearing suits and leather shoes, and wearing fragrant hair.
Yinmi and Yi Zongxiang said goodbye politely and walked to the study in the side hall. As expected, Mr. Fu was sitting on the sofa waiting for her.