High-priced cook: Good morning, Mrs. Fu

"Bah..."

A black commercial vehicle was parked in front of Bieyuan, and a man withdrew the door and walked in.

His hair was not as flat as before, and a little messy, but it still didn't affect his handsomeness.

The man shook his head uncomfortably, as if he wanted to shake off the smell of alcohol on his body, and walked towards the door.

Fu Mingyuan pushed open the door, and was taken aback for a moment when he saw the deserted scene in front of him.

He had a slight illusion just now, as if he saw Su Tian busy cooking for himself.

He tugged on his tie irritably, walked in without even changing his shoes, and lay down on the sofa directly, looking at the ceiling with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.

After leaving the police station, he didn't go home directly, but went to the bar to drink with friends, and then rested in the hotel.

The reason for not wanting to go home is simple, because there is no such woman in the family.

As long as I think of Su Tian's eyes that resisted her, I can't help but feel uncomfortable, and close my eyes tiredly.

Thinking back to the way I get along with Su Tian recently, I feel extremely contradictory in my heart. I really didn't mean to hurt her.

But as long as Su Tian shows a little bit, even if she wants to leave her or is disobedient, she will fall into the edge of mania, and she can't even control what she does.

Every time I force her, I regret it very much, but what can I do? Once I get angry, my whole brain will break away from my control, and I will subconsciously do things that hurt her.

Perhaps deep in Fu Mingyuan's mind, possessing her is the only way to prove that Su Tian is still by his side.

Perhaps... It is also a good idea for the two to temporarily separate.

"Su Tian..."

Sighing, he got up and walked to the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, and slammed his fist hard.

"boom."

The mirror shattered at the sound, and Fu Mingyuan's hand joints slowly overflowed with blood, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

Compared with the pain in my heart, what is it?
Compared with Su Tian's performance of resisting herself, what is it?
"You must not think about leaving me..." Fu Mingyuan murmured softly, his eyes were dark and the corners of his mouth curled into a dangerous arc.

Then I will use my own way to tie you firmly by my side!

If it is said that breaking a bird's wings can make it peacefully for his own pleasure, then he doesn't mind destroying all of Su Tian's Su Tian's hopes with his own hands, even if she hates him and blames him, it's better than running away Be strong around yourself.

At this moment, Su Tian, ​​who was sleeping, frowned anxiously, as if dreaming of something terrible.

"don't want……"

Hearing her dream murmur, Yu Nan looked over and took out her hands to smooth her frowning brows.

"I'm so afraid to sleep, Su Tian, ​​Su Tian, ​​how many things have you experienced that I don't know..."

After washing off the smell of alcohol on his body and changing into clean clothes, Fu Mingyuan picked up the car keys and planned to go to the company.

At this time, the phone at home rang.

Fu Mingyuan's intuition that this call was for Su Tian, ​​he picked it up without hesitation, brought the receiver close to his ear, and was not in a hurry to make a sound.

"Hello? Su Tian?" A male voice came from the receiver of the mobile phone.

Song Xiangyang!
The moment he heard the voice, Fu Mingyuan accurately recognized the person opposite.

The scene of Su Tian and Song Xiangyang chatting and laughing flashed in his mind instantly, the breath on his body suddenly became colder, and those cold eyes narrowed slightly, waiting for Song Xiangyang's next words.

Song Xiangyang didn't get a response, but he didn't take it seriously, and continued: "Oh, by the way, you haven't given me an answer to what I told you last time. How are you thinking now?"

What happened last time? Fu Mingyuan immediately thought of the last time when Su Tian was held in Song Xiangyang's arms. It's rare...

"What is it?" A strong voice spit out from the throat.

In the joy of talking to someone he likes, Song Xiangyang didn't react for a while, and replied: "It's the chef competition, didn't you say you were interested last time?"

After finishing a sentence, Song Xiangyang realized that it was a male voice who was talking to him just now.

"You are...Fu Mingyuan?"

Asked aloud in doubt, my heart couldn't help beating a drum.

Although the man has not answered yet, Song Xiangyang is very sure that the person opposite is Fu Mingyuan.

Nonsense, who can answer the phone at Su Tian's residence at will, except Su Tian himself.

Fu Mingyuan held the phone tightly, suppressing the anger in his heart, did not answer or deny, and indeed answered Su Tian's last question directly: "Sorry, she is not interested!"

Hearing this sentence, Song Xiangyang didn't know where the courage came from, and asked Fu Mingyuan, "Is this what Su Tian meant?"

Fu Mingyuan sneered, and tapped his phone on the table unhurriedly. Anyone who knew him well knew that this was a habitual action of him in a bad mood.

"What I mean is Su Tian's meaning! If I don't let her participate, then she won't appear in the chef competition. Do you understand? Song Xiangyang."

The last three words were said by the man through gritted teeth.

Hearing Fu Mingyuan's dictatorship, Song Xiangyang was dazed with anger, and he blurted out the words of blame without even thinking about it: "Fu Mingyuan, don't you think you are too much? Why do you want to make decisions for Su Tian at will? You Have you asked her what she means? Do you know how much Su Tian likes cooking, how can you deprive her of her hobby!"

Oh, why?
"Is it possible? Mr. Song thinks you are more qualified to make decisions for Su Tian?"

His tone turned cold in an instant, and he was extremely disdainful.

"I..." These words poured out all of Song Xiangyang's anger like a gust of cold water, yes, what qualifications do I have to make decisions for Su Tian? What qualifications do I have to question Fu Mingyuan?
Fu Mingyuan continued, his tone getting colder and colder: "I hope Mr. Song, you can see your own position clearly! Don't say something that doesn't fit your status, you can't afford the consequences."

After all, without waiting for Song Xiangyang to answer, he hung up the phone directly.

"Su Tian, ​​you are doing well!"

As long as he thought of what Song Xiangyang said just now, anger would come uninvited.

Chef Contest!What kind of bullshit competition, if I don't allow it, then Su Tian can't participate.

"Why make decisions for her? Just because I am her husband!"

The man spoke into the empty living room with a loud voice, as if he wanted to prove something.

Fu Mingyuan panted heavily, seeing the phone getting more and more unpleasant, he raised his hand and slammed it against the wall, and the poor phone was scrapped on the spot.

Presumably even Fu Mingyuan himself can't count how many mobile phones he has smashed recently.

As long as I get angry every time, I think about destroying something, even Fu Mingyuan himself doesn't realize this.

Remembering what Su Tian told him before that he would not participate in the chef competition, Fu Mingyuan kicked the chair beside him away.

She also said that she would not participate in the competition. I think it was a lie. If she, Su Tian, ​​really wanted to not participate, then why would people call one after another to ask about the situation.

Last time it was Yu Nan, this time it was Song Xiangyang, Su Tian, ​​Su Tian, ​​what are you hiding from me.

If there is no trust between two people in love, a small matter will evolve into a big conflict. Fu Mingyuan has never understood this point, so he and Su Tian will eventually become farther and farther apart because of his behavior.

After Song Xiangyang was hung up, he felt uneasy all the time.

At this time, he calmed down, thinking of what he said to Fu Mingyuan just now, he shuddered coldly, terrified.

It was true that he liked Su Tian, ​​but this liking did not surpass his inner fear of Fu Mingyuan. When he first learned of Fu Mingyuan's identity, he was very shocked.

"What should I do...Fu Mingyuan doesn't think I'm going to fight against him..."

Song Xiangyang walked back and forth uneasily with his mobile phone in his hand, cold sweat slowly dripping from his forehead.

Although he wanted Su Tian to be his girlfriend in his heart, he didn't dare to face Fu Mingyuan.

"Could he do anything to me...then what should I do..."

Frustrated, he threw the phone on the sofa, and sat down on it, his eyes full of melancholy.

I am just an ordinary office worker, and Fu Mingyuan is the president of the entire chaebol group. If he wants to take action against him, besides accepting it, what ability can he have to fight against him.

Trembling slightly, she picked up the phone, and stopped just when her fingers were about to touch the string of numbers.

"Sigh." He sighed heavily, and put the phone aside after the black screen: "Forget it, play it by ear, just do what you want. Fu Mingyuan is not that powerful yet, so what if he is powerful, There is always a way out."

Song Xiangyang closed his eyes tiredly, letting his body emptied, the more he thought about it, the more he felt unwilling.

Why did Fu Mingyuan want to kill Su Tian's interest so authoritarianly, just because Su Tian likes his mother?
The fist was clenched tightly unconsciously, but after a while, it was slowly loosened.

Forget it, Song Xiangyang, you can't compare to Fu Mingyuan.

Fu Mingyuan reached into his pocket, took out his mobile phone, and pressed the number on the top.

The phone rang for an unknown amount of time, but no one answered it. Finally, a mechanical female voice came.

"Sorry, the user you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please..."

Anxiously hung up the phone, Fu Mingyuan took a few deep breaths, suppressing the blood churning in his body, to prevent himself from being irritable again and smashing down the remaining mobile phone, and dialed the number again.

After the phone rang a few times, there was still no answer. As time passed, Fu Mingyuan's complexion became more and more ugly. The pair of big hands holding the phone turned white slightly, as if they were about to crush the phone.

Su Tian, ​​how dare you not answer the phone!

The man's lips formed a straight line, his eyes became darker and darker, his whole body exuded an extremely dangerous aura, and the temperature of the whole living room also dropped accordingly.