Fu Chong was sitting on the sofa, saw him, and pointed to the dining table.
"Eat whatever you want, and let's talk about what's going on with your second uncle and what's going on with the gambling agreement with Qibo."
Fu Yancheng couldn't eat anymore and sat aside.
"Grandpa, you don't have to worry about this."
Fu Chong took the crutch next to him and hit him.
"I don't want to take care of it. You've made the Fu family a mess now! What are you doing! My wife can't catch up, and the company can't take care of it!"
Fu Yancheng was hit with a stick and felt very angry.
"Do you think I didn't pursue you? Sang Qi used three Hollywood entries to let her sell me out!!"
The old man's stick stopped, and he was a little confused now.
"So cheap?"
The word cheap really stung Fu Yancheng.
The 10% of Fu's shares he gave Sheng Mian was enough to buy many such Hollywood roles.
As a result, when Sang Qi gave this condition, she only hesitated for a minute.
All the anger became weak at this moment, and he lowered his eyelashes.
"Grandpa, you don't have to worry about the company's affairs. My second uncle has been ready to take action for a long time. He's just been looking for opportunities."
Fu Chong said nothing, he knew Fu Yancheng's methods.
Sighing, "What about the betting agreement on Qibo?"
"For outsiders to see, Qibo is the property of my friends in North America, and the boss on the surface is just a puppet."
No one knew about this, and Fu Hengshu joined forces with the CEO of Qibo to set up a trap for Fu Yancheng, but little did he know that he had already fallen into someone else's trap.
Fu Yancheng had long wanted to take back Fu Hengshu's shares, and would create opportunities when there were no opportunities.
Fu Chong squinted his eyes and said nothing, looked him up and down, and waved his hand.
"Okay, if there is no problem with the company's affairs, then I don't really want to see you when you go back."
Fu Yancheng stood up, thought of something, and couldn't help but speak.
"Grandpa, why did you have to let Sheng Mian marry me in the first place?"
Is it just because she saved him?
Although this reason is reasonable, it seems a bit far-fetched when you think about it carefully.
Fu Chong had already stood up, obviously not wanting to say anything more to him.
When Fu Yancheng returned to his car, for the first time he didn't know where he was going next.
I drove around aimlessly and finally stopped at Shanxiao.
It has just reached four o'clock in the afternoon, and Sheng Mian is most likely still in the company. If he goes in now, he will not meet anyone.
When he got off the car and entered Shanxiao, it was Liu Qiong who opened the door for him.
He went to the bedroom, opened the cabinet, and began to pack his clothes.
Liu Qiong came over and took a look, a little puzzled.
"Mr. Fu, are you moving out?"
"Um."
"Does Miss Sheng know?"
"Um."
Fu Yancheng had already thrown three suits on the bed. His eyes suddenly came into contact with the box deep in the cabinet, and he couldn't help but ask.
"Aunt Liu, have you seen her take out this box? What's in it?"
"Well... I'm not very sure. In fact, Miss Sheng didn't come to Shanxiao very often before. Before you were divorced, she only sent Nian Nian here. If it weren't for seeing Nian Nian, she would probably visit her every year.
Won’t come again.”
Fu Yancheng looked at the box, but after all, he still didn't think about opening it.
He called Qi Shen and asked Qi Shen to come over and take away all the clothes.
Seeing that he had made up his mind, Liu Qiong quietly called Sheng Mian.
"Ms. Sheng, Mr. Fu is sorting out his suits and seems to be moving out."
Sheng Mian had put on clean clothes and was browsing the Internet for abusive comments about S.M. Her Weibo comments had exceeded 50,000, and even Wen Zhao had been scolded tens of thousands.
"Aunt Liu, he and I have divorced. He really shouldn't live there. You can figure it out. My company is a bit busy."
When Aunt Liu heard the call being hung up, she felt as if the two people's identities had been reversed.
Now that Miss Sheng is a workaholic, Mr. Fu's life is quite free.
Could it be that he deliberately spared time to chase Miss Sheng?
As soon as this idea came up, Liu Qiong herself felt ridiculous.
But if he wasn't chasing someone, who would live in his ex-wife's house?
