Second marriage era

statement:……

Depend on!I usually feel sorry for these dogs!Now he even dared to climb on his head!
With a snort, the statement glared at the person who was speaking, and turned around to leave.

The person who spoke felt guilty for making the statement, touched his nose, and stopped talking, thinking that the boss would have to be angry again for a few days before he recovered.

While the man was rubbing his nose in thought, the statement walking in front of him suddenly stopped, as if he was thinking about something, the man didn't notice for a moment, and directly hit the back of the statement's head.

When the nose became hot, the man almost burst into tears, "Boss, why did you suddenly stop while walking? My nose..."

If he accidentally bumped it crookedly, how will he find a wife in the future...

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, but before the man could recover from the scene with the sad and tragic music, the statement gave him a shudder.

"Who are you pretending to show all day long? Let me tell you, do you know the background of that little girl, and the only person who cares about her...Could it be his illegitimate daughter!"

Statements feel like truths to themselves.

After all, he thought he knew the guy surnamed Fu very well. In the four years of college, even when he was running around for business, he had never seen that kid ever give in to anyone.

No matter how difficult the difficulties are, he will grit his teeth and survive, but now because of such a little girl, he actually ran over to him for help!
This is rare.

At first, he thought that something happened to someone in the Fu family, but in the end, Fu Yan just took away a little girl in distress.

Emmm, she is still a little girl as black as carbon.

He had never seen Fu Yan, the cold-faced devil, be so gentle to any girl.

You must know that guy, a long time ago, was the kind of man who threw the school beauty's love letter into the trash can with a cold face, without even an expression on his face, turned around and walked away, completely ignoring the school beauty crying behind his back.

The moment he saw him laughing, he felt that his outlook on life was about to collapse.

Looking at the doubtful expression on the boss's face, the man touched his nose and said, "Fu Yan's words... It doesn't look like the kind of person who would do that kind of thing, after all, according to his appearance , his financial resources, if he wants a woman, if he hooks his hands a little, a lot of women will come running over, and he won't be able to produce an illegitimate child at all."

What he said was true, so the statement began to doubt life again.

This is neither that nor that, so what is the origin of that little girl?
Just when the two of them doubted their lives together, a black hat came from a distance.

The black hat glanced at the dazed look of his boss and brother facing each other, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and for a moment he didn't even want to recognize the two brothers.

Sighing, he walked over and asked, "What are you two doing sitting here? Hurry up and go back to take a shower. This accident is not a small one. There are still two lives under the ruins. The fire alarm has already been called." Come here to put out the fire, and when people dig it out, we have to go back to the bureau to deal with the funeral, so we don't have time to take a shower."

Statement stood still, but looked up at the black hat and said, "You said... Whose family is the girl Fu Yan came to take away today? I'm a little curious about her origin now."

Black Hat: ...

He looked at the statement's eyes full of curiosity, and wanted to cover his face.

How did his boss' desire to gossip come about? Don't you know that curiosity killed the cat?

Sighing, he resignedly picked up the statement.

"You don't care whose child it is, go for a walk, hurry up and take a bath for me."

In this way, the black hat abruptly dragged the statement away.

Even if he was dragged away, he didn't give up, and planned to come directly to Fu Yan to ask about it another day.

At the same time, Fu Yan on the other side had already returned to Fu's house with his servant.

The moment he saw Fu Yan getting off the car, Lin Bo, who was in charge, was startled, thinking that an African was coming.

After seeing Fu Yan's clothes and facial features clearly, he asked again: "Boss Fu, did you go to Africa?" How could it be so dark?
Fu Yan, who was recognized as an African twice a day, felt calm at the moment, and after handing the Youshu in his arms to Lin Bo, he said, "It's just ashes, you take this child there first and let the maid wash it for you." Take a shower, then find me a barber and get my hair done."

He nodded his curly hair on the top of his head, making the corners of Lin Bo's mouth twitch.

It was really rare for him to see the well-dressed Mr. Fu in such a mess.

Swallowing the words back into his stomach silently, he replied: "Okay, I'll go down and deal with it."

Nodding his head, Fu Yan threw the coat on his body to Xiao Liu who was behind him, and went to the bathhouse to take a bath.

After wiping off the black ash on his body, Fu Yan changed into a bathrobe, and walked outside while wiping his hair.

It just so happened that the hair stylist called by Lin Bo also came over at this time, so Fu Yan changed into casual clothes and planned to take good care of the messy hair on his head.

After seeing Fu Yan with a messy curly hair, the barber stood up in shock, "Oh my god! Mr. Fu, which black-hearted shop did you go to make the self-made scrolls!"

Fu Yan: ...

"It was roasted by fire. Don't talk, just restore your hairstyle."

After finishing speaking, Fu Yan climbed onto the chair with long legs, and waited for the hairdresser to start trimming his hair.

The hair stylist looked left and right, with a puzzled look on his face, "Boss Fu...it's not that I'm not good at craftsmanship, it's just that your hair is seriously damaged, and the part that was baked by the fire will break if you touch it, so you can only lose it. Trying to get it back...it's hard."

Fu Yan didn't pay much attention to the hairstyle, he waved his hand casually and said, "Then you can deal with it as you like, just don't make it look too ugly."

"no problem."

After hearing what Fu Yan said, the hair stylist ran over to get things and began to trim Fu Yan's hair as if he had been pardoned.

Fu Yan's hair style used to be the same for ten years, and it would be trimmed occasionally at a certain time, but there was usually no change overall.

But this time the hair was burnt, so the hair stylist could only subtract the burnt part, and then cut an ordinary cut.

It is said that everyone who looks good looks handsome in a sack, and this principle is also applicable to hair.

It is said that the size of the head is the only criterion for testing a man's appearance, and it makes sense to apply this sentence to Fu Yan.

His facial features were originally well-defined, which was different from the creamy niche nowadays. After picking up short hair, he became more heroic, and the hairstylists who watched were stunned for a moment.

"Oh my god, Mr. Fu, you are really handsome. If you were in the entertainment industry back then, how much meat would you have crushed!"