Being a scumbag is the pinnacle, she was pampered by Mr. Fu to the heavens

Dai Hongyi grinned: "In the three years since Fang Fei left, you had no desires or desires and lived aloof from the world. You didn't refute any joke I made on you. Now that Fang Fei is back, she has resumed her venomous nature?"

"Maybe," the old man Fu Jingchuan said thoughtfully, "there is a song sung, saying that the one who is loved is confident, this is about me; the one who cannot get it is always in turmoil, this is about you."

Dai Hongyi covered his chest: "Okay, I surrender, so don't stab me in the heart."

As Dai Hongyi said that, he took out a cigarette and gave it to Fu Jingchuan. Fu Jingchuan waved his hand: "I quit, so you can smoke less, but are you really divorced?"

"No." Dai Hongyi took a sip forcefully.

"Yuan Qing'er regrets it?"

Dai Hongyi said after a while: "It's me."

Fu Jingchuan was quite surprised: "Decided to live a good life?"

Dai Hongyi shook his head: "I don't know. Maybe I think Yuan Qing'er is another me. I love with restraint and humility, so I want to make up for her."

Fu Jingchuan patted Dai Hongyi on the shoulder: "You can take care of it yourself."

The two of them had their own entertainment, chatted for a while and then dispersed.

Fu Jingchuan went back to the private room and stayed for a while before leaving. When he got downstairs, he took out a 10 million note from the IOU signed and fingerprinted by Fang Zhiguo, and put the rest into the storage box of the car and got out of the car. .

Fu Jingchuan thought Fang Fei was asleep, so he quietly opened the door and entered the house. When he walked to the bedroom, he saw the lights on in the living room. When he walked in, he saw Fang Fei still drawing design drafts with pencil.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Fu Jingchuan walked over, "Are you waiting for me?"

Fang Fei turned back: "Yes, I can't sleep without you."

Fang Fei wrinkled her nose as she said, "It smells so strong of tobacco and alcohol. It stinks like hell. Go take a shower."

"Go here."

Fu Jingchuan went to the bathroom. Fang Fei thought of something and got up and walked over: "Fu Jingchuan, I have something to discuss with you."

Fu Jingchuan took off half of his clothes. After hearing this, he opened the door and walked in: "As long as it's not a breakup, it's easy to talk about it."

Fang Fei was amused by him: "Of course it's not a breakup. There is an international design competition that is about to be held. I want to participate. Is it possible?"

Fu Jingchuan then smiled reassuringly: "I thought it was something, of course. Is it an email submission or an on-site evaluation?"

"Submit your article by email first, and then go to the site after you have qualified for the semi-finals."

"Okay, come on, I'll go with you to the rematch when the time comes."

"Okay, if I can get in."

"Of course you can, there's no doubt about it."

Fang Fei shrugged: "We must guard against arrogance and impatience, and stick to our original aspirations, so that we can achieve as much success as possible."

"My wife is right, my wife can wash it together?"

"Fuck you, bring me your clothes and I'll throw them in the washing machine."

Fu Jingchuan suddenly thought of something, took out a piece of paper from his trousers pocket and handed it to Fang Fei: "Look at this first."

Fang Fei took it and guessed what it was when she saw the word "IOU".

Looking further, it turns out that it was the IOU that Fu Jingchuan signed with Fang Zhiguo after he helped Fang Zhiguo pay off his gambling debt.

She had many things to ask Fu Jingchuan, but he was taking a shower, so she drew pictures and waited.

But her inspiration had been interrupted, so she simply put away the drawing and took out her mobile phone to check the deposit.

Ten minutes later, Fu Jingchuan opened the bathroom door and asked Fang Fei to bring him a bath towel. Fang Fei took one from the closet and asked him through the door: "You are going to deal with Fang Zhiguo's debt tonight. Why do you want it?" Hiding it from me?"

"Fang Zhiguo was imprisoned because he hurt you. I was afraid that he would still hate you and do something to hurt you again. Besides, I can handle this matter myself, so I didn't call you."

Fu Jingchuan said as he tied the towel around his waist, opened the door and walked out: "The matter has been resolved now. He will not contact you again, and you don't have to worry about him anymore."

Fang Fei nodded thoughtfully: "Didn't you say before that he was short of 10 to 20 million? Why is there only 10 million in the IOU?"

"The middleman is quite powerful, but there is no human touch."

"Really?"

"Really, but not much."

"Okay, fortunately, the amount is within what I can afford. Give me your card number and I will make an appointment with the bank to transfer the money to your account as soon as possible."

"Why transfer?" Fu Jingchuan frowned, "I am your man, and it is only natural that I spend some money for you. If you want to pay me back, I have to wonder how sincere you are to me."

"How can money have anything to do with sincerity?"

"Of course you can. When people are together, they have to have the same goals. For example, if I care about your body and you care about my money, we don't care about anything. How about we play together?"

"Then I'll take advantage of you too."

"Take my money as well, and I'll make sure you make a profit without losing money."