After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

The room was dimly lit.

"Guess,"

The man's handsome face became more and more elegant under the illumination of the monitor screen.

"What did they think of?"

He had a panoramic view of the expressions of several people on the screen.There was a biting chill in the long and narrow eyes.

Looking at the man's indifferent side face like a god, Yang Yi said cautiously.

"Ask the old man for help?"

Fu Tingchen tapped the armrest of the sofa with his slender and fair fingertips one after another, and a faint smile with no warmth was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

"I've grown up."

Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

"There late at night, are you ready?"

In the same indifferent tone, Yang Yi heard a hint of warmth from it.

"Get ready, just wait for the good show to begin."

"Um,"

Fu Tingchen looked at Fu Tingchuan on the screen, his long and narrow black eyes stained with carelessness.

"We should get ready, too."

Don't Wen Yi and Fu Tingchuan want to climb up to Jiang's house?

Then fulfill them.

The more chaotic the play, the more exciting it is.

the other side.

"Ting Chuan is right,"

Wen Yi looked at Fu Qiming with anxiety in her eyes.

"Call Dad, let him send Lao Yang down to pick us up."

Uncle Yang is not only the housekeeper of the Fu family, but also the confidant of Mr. Fu.

The status in the Fu family is equivalent to half of the master.

Let him come forward and take them in personally, at least he can save some face among everyone.

This is the only way now.

"Wait until the banquet is over,"

Fu Qiming glared fiercely at the bodyguard in front of him, his face full of hostility.

"See how I deal with you."

He can't deal with Fu Tingchen's rebellious son, but such a trivial servant can always handle it.

When the time comes, we must make his life worse than death, and recognize his own identity.

The bodyguard nodded, but did not answer.

If you look carefully, you will find that there is not much fear in those drooping eyes.

After all, the person standing behind him is Mr. Fu.

Fu Qiming took out his mobile phone and called Mr. Fu.

At this time, someone in the banquet hall recognized Fu Qiming.

"Isn't that Fu Qiming, Mr. Fu?"

"Really, Mr. Fu's birthday banquet, how could he be stopped outside the door as a son?"

"It's normal to be stopped outside the door. After all, Fu Tingchen is the master of the Fu family now."

"When you say that, I think about it. The relationship between the father and son is not very good."

As soon as this sentence came out, many people on the field who knew the inside story showed a clear look.

Fu Qiming is the only son of Mr. Fu, and it stands to reason that Mr. Fu should be the next head of the family.

But for some obscure reason.

Mr. Fu directly passed Fu Qiming and handed over the position of Patriarch to Fu Tingchen.

This incident caused quite a stir in the Fu family and even in the entire capital.

Later, Fu Qiming remarried and brought back an illegitimate son who was only three years younger than Fu Tingchen.

The relationship between the father and son broke down directly.

Wen Jincheng and He Yan didn't speak, but they both saw sarcasm in each other's eyes.

Fu Qiming was sorry for Ting Chen, but not just this.

The ladies on the side were not focused on Fu Qiming.

"The woman next to Fu Qiming is Wen Yi? Her temperament and appearance are far worse than the previous one."

"That's right, I don't know what Fu Qiming thinks."

"What can you think? Men are the same, no matter how beautiful a house flower is, it doesn't have the fragrance of wild flowers."

"The person in the wheelchair next to me is the illegitimate child?"

Jiang Qingtong looked at Fu Tingchuan from afar, frowning slightly.

She always felt that the outline was a bit familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

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Banquet hall, VIP rooms on the second floor.

"Buzzing."

"Buzzing."

Uncle Yang looked at the word 'Sir' jumping on the phone screen, and a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He dared not disobey the young master's orders.

He pressed the mute button and put the phone back where it was.

Then he continued to make tea for the two old men in the room, as if nothing happened.

the other side.

"Beep beep."

The phone hung up automatically, but no one connected.

This happened three times in a row.

Fu Qiming put down his phone, the expression on his face could no longer be described as ugly.

"Zi Ming,"

Wen Yi and Fu Qiming put down the phone without saying a word, frowning.

"what happened?"

Fu Tingchuan also raised his pale face and looked at Fu Qiming.

"Three times in a row,"

Fu Qiming's voice was low and hoarse, and anger was suppressed in his eyes.

"No one answered."

Yang Sheng kept the old man's mobile phone close to him.

Over the years, I have never missed an important call.

It's obviously intentional not to answer the phone at this time.

"Yang Sheng, that manipulative thing, must have been ordered by that little bastard to deliberately oppose us."

There was gloom and anger in Wen Yi's eyes.

"Then what do we do now?"

After planning for so long, we can't just return without success like this.

Furthermore.

Wen Yi looked at the figure looking here in front of the banquet hall, and secretly gritted her teeth.

Many people in the banquet hall have noticed them.

If they can't get in, they are likely to become an after-dinner talk and joke among the upper class in Kyoto.

Fu Qiming obviously knew this too, and secretly clenched his fist.

"Dad, Mom,"

Fu Tingchuan's fingers holding the handle of the wheelchair gradually turned livid, and his handsome face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

"I endured the pain to celebrate my grandfather's birthday, but Fu Tingchen stopped me outside the door, which made my injury worse and I fainted,"

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Wen Yi and Fu Qiming.

"In that case, how will things change?"

A light flashed in Wen Yi's eyes.

No matter what, Tingchuan is the grandson of the old man.

Today is the old man's birthday party.

If Fu Tingchen stopped him, Ting Chuan would not be able to celebrate his birthday but would be seriously ill and faint.

The matter has become like this, Mr. Fu must not be able to hide it.

At that time, Fu Tingchen will not be able to shirk his responsibility, and the public opinion will be on their side in an instant.

"The idea is not..."

Before Wen Yi finished speaking, she was interrupted by a male voice.

"Sir, madam, Second Young Master,"

Yang Yi walked up to the three of them and nodded respectfully.

"Please come in."

The sudden reversal of the situation made Fu Qiming and the three of them stunned.

"Didn't Fu Tingchen let us stop just now? What does it mean now?"

Wen Yi was the first to react, her face full of displeasure.

"Slap me, give me a sweet date?"

Her voice increased a lot.

Obviously, it was for everyone in the banquet hall not far away.

At this moment, Jiang Qingtong finally saw Fu Tingchuan's face clearly.

While his body froze, his face changed instantly.

How is he? !

-

Fu's Manor, in the basement.

"Sir, what shall we do now?"