Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 133 The past nine years ago (3000 in the first update, 90:[-] in the second update) Nowadays, if you randomly grab someone in the film and television industry and ask him what his last name is in the mainland entertainment industry, [-]% of them will answer, surnamed Fu.

Blue Moon Film and Television, a film and television group that has produced countless popular works, is facing a big change in the top management.

Its headquarters building is located in the most prosperous area of ​​Yucheng, facing Fu's across a road.

In fact, it is in the same spirit as Fu's—although no one knows it.

When Fu Yan was 18 years old, his mother passed away unexpectedly.

Her funeral was scheduled for the last day of the twelfth lunar month of winter nine years ago, that is... New Year's Eve, the day of family reunion.

That day was a big turning point in Fu Yan's life.

No one from the entire Fu family, including his father, came to the funeral.

In the heavy snow, a woman in a dark windbreaker came with an umbrella.

She is beautiful, so beautiful that she is beyond the shackles of age, or in other words, she can't tell her age at all.His light brown hair, more crystal clear than the color of snowflakes falling in the air, was curled into elegant waves and hung on the outside of the fox fur scarf.Wearing an elegant and dignified top hat with a large brim on his head, the hat is dotted with a few black feathers, adding a touch of grace.

Although her elegant temperament from a noble family will bring a deep sense of distance to others, as long as she speaks, the kind smile on her lips will invisibly shorten the long distance.

She was followed by a young man in his early twenties, his handsome brows revealed a faintly intimidating heroism, but he looked much deeper and more stable than his peers.

Fu Yan stared at the couple in a daze, and suddenly felt that it was the first time he had grown up so much that he had personally seen what aristocratic cultivation and demeanor are.

"Are you Jan?" The woman's black eyes were full of warmth.

She pronounced the word in the middle very strangely, and it was only later that Fu Yan realized that it was the German pronunciation of "yan".As for her, perhaps because she has lived overseas for a long time, she does not speak Chinese fluently.

Fu Yan replied, "It's me, who are you?"

"I'm your mother's best friend during her lifetime. My surname is Chen."

When she mentioned the word "before she was alive", she could hardly hide the pain in her eyes.

The young man next to her held her arm and whispered something in her ear, as if to comfort her, the woman smiled softly and shyly, and shook her head, "It's okay."

Then he raised his hand and introduced, "This is my son, Lenn."

Fu Yan glanced at him, and it happened that the man also looked over.

He wasn't quite sure whether to call him "Mr. Lenn" or something else, but the man reached out to him first.

Standard fluent Chinese, with a deep and pleasant voice.

"Hi, I'm Jiang Lin."

……

After the funeral, the white lawyer who came with Jiang Lin's mother and son handed over a will to him.

Only then did Fu Yan find out that his mother had secretly saved a sum of money during her lifetime, and after her death, he would inherit all of it.

But he didn't understand the origin of the money, how the will was in Madam Jiang's hands, and what's more, why the will...existed.

My mother is very well behaved, what kind of will should I write?

It was almost like an "accident" planned in advance.

So he used the money to register a film and television company called "Blue Moon", and borrowed the Fu family's contacts in the entertainment industry to slowly develop it.

A few months after Jiang Lin's mother and son left, his company encountered a major crisis.

Not long after, the man named Jiang Lin appeared in front of him again. With his extraordinary wisdom and foresight, he turned the tide and helped the building to collapse.

After that, he didn't leave again, and stayed in Yucheng.

……

In the office with strong heating, the man sat on the computer chair, knocked his head forward slightly, and woke up immediately.

It turned out to be a dream.

He pinched his eyebrows, and gloomy and complicated emotions flashed in his cold phoenix eyes.

Why are you dreaming about what happened nine years ago again?

"Boss Fu." Outside the office, the secretary knocked on the door.

"Come in." A faint voice sounded.

The secretary pushed the door open, "Mr. Jiang's acquisition agreement has been faxed. If there is no problem, I will send it to Director Wang."

Fu Yan took it, glanced at it hastily, and then closed the folder, "No problem."

The secretary looked at the agreement and asked in puzzlement, "Why did Mr. Jiang suddenly want to buy Mr. Wang's shares?"

Wang Dong is the third largest shareholder of Blue Moon Group, holding 17% of the shares in his hand. Although he can't be said to be the leader of the group, at least he is very important.

Fu Yan stared expressionlessly at the wall clock on the opposite wall, the subtle movement of the second hand was reflected in his ebony eyes, but he couldn't move his frozen eyes, "He is willing to spend money for his woman , what do I care so much about?"

The secretary smiled softly: "With such a big deal, it seems that Mr. Jiang and Ms. Yao's good things are coming soon."

Fu Yan ignored it and played with the pen in his hand. He pulled out the cap of the pen and put it back in again.

"Is the banquet hall set up for tonight?"

"Back to Mr. Fu, everything has been decorated according to the highest standard."

"What about the invitation?"

"Celebrities from all walks of life and reporters from major news agencies have also promised to be there at night." The secretary flipped through the agenda, "Should Mao Tian attend for you this time?"

Mao Tian is Fu Yan's life assistant, and also the highest executive president and chairman of Blue Moon Film and Television announced to the public.

"Well, send my invitation to Fu's house."

The secretary nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Fu. An invitation will be sent to Fu's house."

"Two copies." Fu Yan poked the table with a pen and corrected.

"Two copies?" The secretary was a little confused, "Then, then...how do you write the title of the other invitation?"

"Miss Mi."

Miss Mi?female?

The secretary was even more confused.

She has worked beside Mr. Fu for many years, and she has never seen any female creatures within one meter of him, so she has always felt that Mr. Fu is a rare lotus flower in the muddy water of the entertainment industry. Out of silt but not stained.

...Miss Mi, where did she come from?

*

In the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel, a man in black is shaking the handle, slowly grinding coffee beans into powder.

A young girl walked out of the bedroom with bare feet, and her outfits were worth half a month's rent for this suite.She walked to the living room following the aroma of coffee, opened her pale blue eyes, and suddenly remembered something, smiled, and ordered in fluent German: "Sijiu, I'll grind the coffee, you go downstairs and buy some for me." thing."

"Yes, Miss." The man bowed his head in response.

When Sijiu went out, an older man was coming back from the outside. He had a eagle nose and star eyes, a broad forehead and a square chin.

Seeing him, Sijiu leaned over to say hello, "Sir."

Jiang Fengli looked at him with a very calm expression, "Where are you going?"

"Miss told me to buy a box of black tea."

"Black tea?" Jiang Fengli raised his light eyebrows slightly.

Looking at the entire Jiang family, there are only two people who have a soft spot for black tea.

One is the woman, and the other is her son.

Jiang Fengli thought for a while, "Is the eldest young master coming?"

Jiang Shan walked to the hall with lotus steps, and urged with a smile: "Dad, if you keep asking, there will be no tea when the guests come."

"Go." Jiang Fengli walked into the suite with a gentleman's stick, without looking at Sijiu again.

He took off the black windbreaker, hung it on the hanger properly, and took off the bowknot on the polite and shirt, then turned to the girl waiting by the coffee machine and said: "It's still our Ashan who has the ability, the old man called him For eight years, I haven't allowed him to enter the house once, I should have known... I should have brought you here a few years ago."

"It's useless for you to bring me here a few years ago, Dad." Jiang Shan tilted her head and smiled at him, with bright eyes and white teeth, and crooked eyebrows.She is obviously an innocent and lovely girl, but the occasional calculations in her eyes can make people feel almost horrified in an instant, "The person who can hold Jiang Lin is only now appearing."

The kettle made a sound, Jiang Shan took a cup and put a few spoonfuls of coffee powder into it, with the sound of pouring water, the cup was gradually filled, and the rich aroma of coffee floated into the air.

Jiang Fengli's slightly aged voice interjected: "You have touched his woman, I'm afraid he won't give up easily."

Jiang Shan smiled and put the coffee cup on the saucer, brought it to her father, and blinked innocently, "When did I touch his woman?"

Jiang Fengli frowned.

Jiang Shan changed her tune again: "No, it should be said...the one I moved was not his woman at all."

"What do you mean by that?"

Jiang Shan sat down beside him, "Dad, you watched Jiang Lin grow up. You don't know what kind of person he is? He won't let anyone have a chance to hurt his woman, no matter what means .”

"so……"

"So no matter what the outside world thinks or spreads, the one I can hurt is definitely not the one he really wants to protect." Jiang Shan lowered her eyes and fiddled with her fingers.