The substitute wife is an all-powerful boss

Xu Qingfeng sat in a wheelchair, looking at his sister and said with a smile: "Then I wish you a safe journey."

"I don't need your blessing." Xu Weiwei pulled her suitcase and left.

Seeing that his sister had really left the hall this time, Xu Qingfeng continued, "Arrange a few people to secretly follow the young lady and make sure she doesn't get into any danger."

"Okay, young master." The old butler nodded.

Xu Qingfeng then instructed, "Do it secretly."

"I know this."

After Xu Weiwei left the hall, she asked the driver to take her to Su Rulan's house.

The driver looked at Xu Weiwei with embarrassment on his face. "I'm sorry, Miss, the young master has ordered that from now on, you have no right to use the family car."

Xu Weiwei snorted coldly, "If you don't want to take a ride, then don't take a ride. What's the big deal? I can take a taxi myself."

Only after Xu Weiwei left did the driver wipe the sweat from his forehead fearfully.

Xu Weiwei took a taxi to Su Rulan's house.

The Xu family's villa is located halfway up the mountain, 50 kilometers away from Su Rulan's home. The taxi fare directly reduced Xu Weiwei's one thousand yuan by two-tenths.

Xu Weiwei paid the fare and for the first time felt that money was so wasted.

But Xu Weiwei was not worried.

She also has Su Rulan!

Su Rulan is so close to her that they could be like brothers. Su Rulan will definitely help her out.

Thinking of this, Xu Weiwei felt much better.

He took out his cell phone and called Su Rulan.

When Su Rulan saw the call from Xu Weiwei, she was so excited that she thought it must be Xu Weiwei coming to tell her the good news.

Wen Xu must have died miserably today.

"Hey, Wei--"

Before Su Rulan could finish her words, Xu Weiwei started crying, "Rulan, I had a fight with my brother and he kicked me out of the house. I'm at your doorstep now. Can you come downstairs to pick me up?"

Kicked out?

Su Rulan was stunned for a moment, then said, "Okay, okay! I'll come down to pick you up right away."

There is no overnight hatred between brothers and sisters.

Besides, Xu Qingfeng usually dotes on Xu Weiwei so much, he will definitely come to pick Xu Weiwei up early tomorrow morning.

Maybe Xu Qingfeng will thank her very much!

Thinking of this, Su Rulan raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and went downstairs a little faster.

Autumn has arrived in City A.

The wind is a bit cold at night.

Xu Weiwei stood on the side of the road, shivering from the cold.

Fortunately, Su Rulan arrived soon.

"Weiwei."

"Rulan." Seeing Su Rulan, Xu Weiwei felt a lump in her throat and started crying again.

She was really aggrieved.

"Don't cry, Vivi, what's going on?" Su Rulan asked with pretended concern.

Xu Weiwei cried and said, "I had a fight with my brother, and then he kicked me out."

"What about Wen Xu?" Su Rulan was most concerned about Wen Xu.

"He said that he no longer has a sister like me, and he won't care about my affairs anymore. Woo woo woo, Rulan, you are the only one I have from now on."

Su Rulan was stunned. What she meant was, Wen Xu is fine now?

Xu Qingfeng didn't go looking for trouble with Wen Xu?

How could this be?

Su Rulan took a deep breath, trying not to let Xu Weiwei see any flaws, and patted Xu Weiwei's shoulder. "It's okay, Weiwei, don't be afraid. You still have me! If you want to go home with me,

Although Xu Qingfeng has not caused trouble for Wen Xu yet, he might cause trouble for Wen Xu tomorrow.

Xu Weiwei is Xu Qingfeng's only sister.

Could he just watch Xu Weiwei suffer injustice?

"Rulan, you will never abandon me, right?" Xu Weiwei asked.

Su Rulan nodded, "Of course, we are best friends, you will sleep with me tonight."

"Okay."

Xu Weiwei was very happy in her heart, she knew that Su Rulan would definitely not dislike her.

Even if she was really driven out by Xu Qingfeng, Su Rulan would still be her only support.

--

Fu family.

Wen Xu was half lying on the chaise longue in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a book in her hand. Suddenly, the phone under her vibrated.

Buzz buzz buzz--

Wen Xu took out his cell phone and heard the WeChat message notification sound.

When I opened WeChat, it showed that the message was from Professor Mei.

Professor Mei sent a voice message, and Wen Xu habitually put on his Bluetooth headphones and played the recording.

"Hello, Mr. Xianren. The charity gala will begin at 7:30 tomorrow evening. Since all the proceeds from your auctioned works will be donated to charity, there are some things I need to discuss with you in person. Could you spare some time tomorrow evening?"

Wenxu typed a reply: [Just tell me anything on WeChat. I'm always online.]

"Besides the things we need to discuss, there are also some documents that require your signature in person. Because this is your first comeback since retiring, the formalities will be a bit complicated, but don't worry. After this, if you have any questions next time, you can communicate with me directly on WeChat."

Wenxu thought about it, then replied: [Okay.]

"Then I'll send you the electronic invitation right away."

As soon as this voice message was sent, Professor Mei sent me an electronic invitation letter.

Wenxu click to save the picture.

Almost as soon as Professor Mei sent out the electronic invitation, her student Zhao Zihang couldn't wait to ask, "Teacher, has Master Xianren agreed to come to the charity gala?"

Professor Mei nodded, "Yes."

"YES!" Zhao Zihang couldn't help but jump on the ground, "I can finally meet the master in person!"

That's a free man.

The God of Oil Painting!

Professor Mei looked at Zhao Zihang and the other students in the office, "When you see Master Xianren tomorrow, you must not lose your composure. Be reserved and do not bring shame to the school."

"I understand, teacher."

"Teacher," Bai Xiaofei turned back curiously, "Have you ever met Master Xianren in person?"

"No." Professor Mei shook his head.

Bai Xiaofei was a little surprised. "You haven't even met Master Xianren! Do you know how old he is?"

"I don't know." Professor Mei still shook his head.

Zhao Zihang continued, "Master Xianren has been in the martial arts world for over ten years. He must be quite old, right? He must be at least fifty years old."

The painter's road to fame is not that simple.

Many painters have spent their entire lives without even being known.

There are almost no phenomenal masters like Xianren.

and so.

The idler is certainly not young anymore.

During the years when Xianren suddenly disappeared, some people even suspected that Master Xianren had reached old age and died of old age.

Bai Xiaofei asked again, "Teacher, do you know the gender of Master Xianren?"

Professor Mei still shook his head.

In fact, she was also very curious about whether this legendary idle master was a man or a woman, and how old he was.

But he is so mysterious.

If you say you won’t show up, then don’t show up.

He Shengli in the office said: "I think Master Xianren should be a man."

"Why?" Bai Xiaofei looked at He Shengli, "Do you look down on women?"

"No," He Shengli explained, "It's because of his painting style. Master Xianren's style is very free and easy, like a general on the battlefield, unrestrained, and like the ocean, surging and boundless. It lacks some of the tenderness of a little girl."

In fact, there is a huge difference between the painting styles of men and women.

Bai Xiaofei touched his chin, "What if Master Xianren is different? What if she's just an old lady?"

"I think Shengli is right," Zhao Zihang continued, "Master Xianren must be a knowledgeable old man. By the way, teacher, we are meeting Master Xianren tomorrow. Should we prepare anything?"

"What are you preparing for?" Professor Mei was a little confused about the student's train of thought.

Zhao Zihang said, "Think about it. Once a person gets older, they'll have all sorts of ailments! Heart disease, high blood pressure, high blood lipids, low blood sugar, etc. If Master Xianren gets sick tomorrow, we'd better be prepared."

Professor Mei nodded, thinking that what the student said made some sense. "Then go and prepare."

After thinking for a moment, Professor Mei continued, "By the way, Zihang, please contact the venue to have the stairs fixed tonight. If Master Xianren has difficulty walking, it will be very troublesome."

"Okay," Zhao Zihang nodded, "Then I'll arrange it right away."

After contacting the venue, Zhao Zihang immediately called his good friend and shared that Xianren would be attending the charity gala tomorrow.

Soon, Fu Xingyu also received a call from his high school classmate Feng Zheng, who was going to a charity gala.

He was so excited that he jumped out of bed, "Really? Even idle people will go there!"

Feng Zhengdao said, "It's absolutely true! Professor Mei is the doctoral supervisor of a good friend's brother's cousin. He told me personally that their doctoral supervisor invited Master Xianren. By the way, brother, did you get tickets for tomorrow's party?"

"got it."

"Fuck! Fuck!" Feng Zheng on the other end of the line screamed, "Can you take me with you tomorrow?"

"Take you with me?"

"Yeah, yeah," Feng Zheng nodded. "Aren't you allowed to bring a companion to charity galas? I want to meet my idol, too!"

Fu Xingyu thought about it, then said: "Okay, then you go with me tomorrow."

"As expected of you, brother! You are my lifelong good brother."

At this point, Feng Zheng added, "What do you think we should wear tomorrow to impress Master Xianren? My good friend told me that Master Xianren seems quite old, and his legs aren't very agile. He can't even climb the stairs! They're working all night to fix the stairs at the venue!"

"Since you are an elderly person, you should dress more formally," said Fu Xingyu.

"Then I'll go pick out clothes now."

Feng Zheng hung up the phone directly.

Fu Xingyu got out of bed barefoot, without even having time to put on shoes, and immediately ran to the dressing room to choose clothes.

the next morning.

The whole family was having dinner in the restaurant.

Fu Xingyue sat next to Wen Xu and said attentively: "Sister-in-law, do you want to eat eggs? I'll peel them for you. Sister-in-law, do you want to drink watermelon juice? I'll pour it for you! Sister-in-law..."

Seeing Fu Xingyue like this, Fu Xinghao frowned slightly and nudged Fu Xingyu with his elbow, "Brother Xingyu, do you think Fu Xingyue has gone crazy? He is so nice to a little village girl."

"He's fallen into depravity," Fu Xingyu glanced at Fu Xingyue, frowning slightly, and warned: "If you become like him in the future, I won't have a cousin like you."

Fu Xinghao snorted, "I won't learn from him!"

Having said that, Fu Xinghao looked at Fu Xingyu and said seriously, "Brother Xingyu, you are not allowed to rebel either."

"Don't worry, I'm not a fool like Fu Xingyue."

Fu Xinghao felt relieved and then asked, "By the way, Brother Xingyu, why are you dressed so formally today?"

Fu Xingyu usually wears casual clothes, and today is not an important day, but he actually wore a suit.

This made Fu Xinghao very curious.

Fu Xingyu straightened his collar and said in a very good mood: "I'm going to meet my idol tonight."