He Zhou was sitting in the study room of the villa. Next to him was Sang Tinggu. Sitting next to Sang Tinggu was a man hidden in the darkness.
The man's fingers are particularly beautiful, and he is carelessly swiping the screen of his mobile phone at the moment.
Sang Tinggu leaned her back and crossed her hands in front of her lower abdomen.
"I have already said hello to everyone related to the Sang family. Everyone will support you to be with Sheng Mian. As for the Fu family..."
Before he finished speaking, He Zhou snorted coldly.
"Fu Yancheng is not very good at being a good person. Those people have probably dissatisfied with him for a long time. Now that I'm back, they have called me many times."
Fu Yancheng has been the heir of the Fu family for so many years, but it's sad that those people still don't recognize him.
The corners of He Zhou's mouth curved, and his eyes were full of malice.
"You want Fu Yancheng to get engaged to the Sang family, and I want Sheng Mian. Our goals do not conflict with each other. It is a pleasure to cooperate, Mr. Sang."
Smiling slightly, he stretched out his hand.
Sang Tingyu held it indifferently and heard him speak again.
"Mr. Sang is really kind to his sister."
Sang Tingyu's eyes were all scrutinizing. It was rumored that Fu Xingzhou was gentle in nature, but after being in contact with him for the past few days, he felt that his behavior was very unpredictable. His ruthlessness in his heart was as fierce as Fu Yancheng's, or even more ruthless.
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Years of business experience told him not to have too much contact with Fu Xingzhou.
He looked at the other man beside him. He really didn't expect that he was also related to Fu Xingzhou.
Sang Tingyu stood up to leave, but He Zhou didn't go to see him off.
When only he and the other person were left in this space, he took the tea in front of him and took a slow sip.
"What about you, what is your purpose?"
The man raised his eyes slightly and said softly, "I just want to see chaos in the imperial capital."
"It turns out you're a theatergoer, so it's a pleasure to work with you. At least you're not on Fu Yancheng's side."
The man did not reach out, but nodded slightly and left behind Sang Tingyu.
He was more cautious than Sang Tingyu. After getting in the car, he was already waiting in the car. When he saw him coming up, he stepped on the accelerator.
"K, do we still have to wait?"
The man in question chuckled and slowly turned to look out the window, "It won't be long before that Fu Xingzhou has a secret, his personality has changed too much, and the Imperial City will be lively."
The man driving the car held the steering wheel respectfully and said no more.
The man sitting in the back row turned his head and looked at his side face. The light reflected the smooth and elegant lines of his side face.
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At one o'clock at noon, Fu Song arrived at the Fu family's old house.
Fu Yancheng also came over.
When Fu Song saw him for the first time, he wanted to ask him how he was doing recently, but he had never been very close to his son.
To be precise, Fu Yancheng is not very close to anyone else in the Fu family except Mr. Fu.
I used to have a few words with Fu Qiuya, but now I don't interact with him at all.
Fu Song's lips moved several times and he sat down on the sofa.
There was another voice outside the hall, followed by a gentle male voice.
"Father, long time no see."
Fu Song froze and turned to look at the other party.
Although he already knew that Fu Xingzhou was alive last night, seeing the real person up close now, he still felt unreal.
When the news of Fu Xingzhou's death came, the Fu family almost seemed to be in turmoil, and then the successor was changed to Fu Yancheng.
Fu Yancheng was still in the army at the time and was summoned back urgently.
Fu Song looked at the man in front of him and finally could only utter one sentence.
"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."
Fu Xingzhou slowly walked to the sofa and sat down. His sofa happened to be opposite Fu Yancheng's.
Fu Yancheng didn't look up at him, as if he didn't know he had walked in.
Fu Xingzhou smiled at him.
"Yancheng, isn't Mianmian here?"
Fu Yancheng turned his fingertips on the phone for a moment, then raised his eyes, "What do you want from my girlfriend?"
He leaned back, his breath noble and gloomy, "Fu Xingzhou, you can't be too greedy. If you want the Fu family, I can give it to you, but if you want to sleep peacefully, I can't."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Song was at the side to smooth things over.
"Speak well if you have something to say."
Fu Xingzhou, who was on the side, immediately unbuttoned his suit, revealing his arms full of pinholes.
"When I was tied up by them for human experiments at the research base, I could only persevere by thinking about Mianmian. Yancheng, don't forget, you were the one who should have been chosen to serve the superiors."
These words were like a knife, stabbing straight into Fu Yancheng's heart.
When Mr. Fu was still here, he mentioned this matter.
The old man has a close relationship with his superiors. Starting from the older generation of the Fu family, there must be someone who works for the superiors. This is a tacit secret. The same is true for other families in the imperial capital. This can be regarded as a check and balance relationship.
Otherwise, how could a country's economy and weapons manufacturing be safely handed over to a certain family?
The generation before him was Mr. Fu, and the generation before that was Fu Song. When it came to Fu Yancheng's generation, it was Fu Yancheng who should have been there, but it was Fu Xingzhou who volunteered to get the spot.
