The creditor is super fierce

When Fu Bai arrived at Fu Yi's house, he happened to see He Luo leaving the door in a hurry.

He asked Fu Yi: "Sister-in-law, why are you going out in such a hurry?"

Fu Yi took out the medicine bottle and took today's medicine: "Take my wealth."

Fu Bai exclaimed: "Then he has to evacuate all the banks."

"Maybe." Fu Yi didn't care much about these things, and asked Fu Bai, "How is the company?"

"It's the same as before," Fu Bai shrugged, "The stock price fluctuated a lot when you were not around, but when you showed up yesterday, it returned to normal."

Fu Yi took a sip of water: "There is no trouble over there, Mrs. Fu?"

"Why didn't you make a fuss?" Fu Bai curled his lips, "That Fu Fang almost came to ask for money with the contract. I was afraid that if you died, you would not be able to get the dividends that you agreed to. As a result, as soon as you showed up at the airport yesterday, immediately Cowardly."

Fu Yi closed her eyes: "Yes."

"Brother," Fu Bai saw that Fu Yi was resting with his eyes closed, and asked cautiously, "How is your health?"

"Basically recovered." Fu Yi opened his eyes, his eyes were as strong as ever, "Don't worry."

but……

Fu Bai didn't know what to think of and opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but touched Fu Yi's eyes that were more powerful than before, rolled his throat, and finally didn't ask anything.

There is no need.

No matter how much his brother suffered in the nursing home, if his brother can come out of there normally, it means that he has been reborn from Nirvana, and the pain before rebirth is not worth mentioning to him.

The two brothers sat and chatted quietly in the living room, waiting for He Luozhen to move the bank so that he could deal with those annoying bank managers for him.

As a result, they waited and waited until He Luo brought a carload of people back instead of the annoying bank manager.

"Yes," He Luo beat his overwhelmed waist, and directed a group of people to move things from the car to the villa, "I move everything in, just put it in the living room."

He Luo grinned his teeth in pain, how could he be so sore after being tired all night that he could hardly stand up straight, he is only 27 years old, not 77 years old!

In the living room, Fu Bai and Fu Yi looked at the boxes brought in by the group of people. They opened a few boxes and took a look. Some of them were filled with yellow and orange gold, and some of them were neatly packed. Stacked a box of banknotes.

Fu Bai was speechless: "He really moved the bank." But how did he convince the bank manager? !

Fu Yi shook his head, He Luo always has his own way, he is not very smart, but he is not stupid.

Fu Bai was curious again: "But what did he do with so much gold and banknotes?!"

"Maybe," Fu Yi looked at He Luo who was directing people to move things in the sun, and accidentally touched the watch on his left hand with his fingers, "I'm trying to be a good Mrs. Fu."

Fu Yi recalled that last night, He Luo was so tired, and he was stroking his abdominal muscles over and over again.

With distress and pity.

Reminiscent of the previous point, he put his face on his abs and murmured, "I believe you have been really busy in the past six months, and your abs are tired and thin."In fact, it is not difficult to guess what He Luo is thinking.

For He Luo, whose family has gone bankrupt once, things that require him to be so busy for half a year that he has no time to come back, and even have no time to say hello to him, will only be like this if something as serious as his company is about to go bankrupt.

After the company went bankrupt, the funds were instantly frozen, and the only things the family could use were gold and banknotes.

If he doesn't tell, he won't ask.

Quietly do your own thing.

As he clearly said.

He won't waste time and effort to ask for a foolish thing with an illusory hope.

But since he said that he had a headache and went to the doctor to see nothing wrong, he still secretly went to ask for a peace talisman for him, entrusting his peace to the gods.

Fu Bai was slightly taken aback: "Adapted to my new identity so quickly?"

"Yes." Fu Yi took a deep breath, "Because he agreed."

Just like when he promised to be his little lover back then, he was really honest, did his duty, and acted as his little lover without crying or fussing.

Holo's world is very simple.

Like is like.If you don't like it, you don't like it.A promise is a promise.If you don't agree, you don't agree.

He doesn't have so many twists and turns, it's so simple that as long as you tell him well, he will be obedient and do what he asks without thinking about it.

I'm afraid that he is so deep in thought, always doesn't speak clearly, and always makes him guess and think.

Fu Bai originally wanted to ask and agree to get used to it, but Fu Yi didn't give him a chance to ask questions, so he went straight out and hugged He Luo who was beating his waist outside the door: "Why do you go out because your back hurts?" , Just call the bank for this kind of thing.”

As soon as the burden on his waist was lightened, He Luo breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm afraid I can't explain clearly on the phone, so I'd better go there in person."

The main reason is that his family has been bankrupt for several years, and those in the bank who still recognize him, it is better to go there in person.

Fu Yi gave a low hum, put her hands on his waist and rubbed him gently.

"Ayi," He Luo squinted his eyes comfortably, looked at Fu Yi and said, "I want to put all the gold under the bed, and I want to sleep on the gold!"

Fu Yi smiled, "Okay."

"I want to fill the drawers at home with money," He Luo said ambitiously, "I will give Mr. Fu pocket money every day from now on!"

Fu Yi continued to smile: "Okay."

"and also……"

"all good."

"Not good," He Luo glared at Fu Yi, who was scrambling to talk, and tapped his temple with his fingertips, "Also, have you checked your headache?"

"Let me tell you, I only promised to be your Mrs. Fu, but I didn't promise to be your nanny technician."

Fu Yi could hear the ambiguity in his words: "Nanny technician?"

"Well." He Luo counted for him with his fingers: "Look, I made you Mrs. Fu. I have to pay attention to your daily temperature, three meals a day, and your health. In addition, you have to pay attention at night. Take charge of that. If you don’t get rid of your headache, Xiao He, my technician, must go online to help you massage from time to time. See if I’m a nanny and a technician at the same time.”

"It turns out that being Mrs. Fu is not easy." After hearing what he said, Fu Yi suddenly felt that it was very hard work for He Luo to be Mrs. Fu.

"Of course," He Luo raised his chin, "There is no easy job in this world, so you should love me well in the future, and if you can relieve my burden, please relieve me a little more."

"Don't worry," Fu Yi smiled slightly, "It has been cured, and Technician Xiao He will not have the chance to go online, and Mrs. Fu will not be too hard."

"Ah, it's cured?" He Luo was startled, raised his head and looked at Fu Yi's head left and right, but didn't see anything wrong, "How did it get cured?"

Fu Yi revealed it in one stroke: "I happened to meet an expert in this field abroad. He prescribed medicine for me. After taking a few bottles, I gradually recovered."

"Is that the medicine in your bedside table?" Last night, He Luo found out that Fu Yi's bedside table had many small medicine bottles, all in foreign characters, which he couldn't understand.

Fu Yi hummed.

"It's so useful." He Luo pinched his chin and thought for a while, "After that, Mrs. Fu will remind Mr. Fu to take the medicine on time."

"Okay." Fu Yi hugged him and walked towards the sofa beside him without any objection.

"Then what," He Luo suddenly grabbed his clothes again, and said with an unnatural expression, "If Mr. Fu needs it, Technician Xiao He is always on standby and ready to go online, so don't hold back."

Fu Yi looked down at the shy but unhesitating person in his arms, and the hands holding He Luo trembled slightly.

Fu Yi, what virtue and ability do you have to hold such a big baby.

"..."

Mrs. Fu had to climb to work on the second day of work with her back pain, what kind of suffering in the world.

After fidgeting at the workstation all morning, He Luo couldn't bear it any longer. He climbed into Jinyuan's office and watched him type the code for a while, as if he wanted to ask but didn't dare to.

Jin Yuan: "Ask what you want to ask."

He Luo pinched the corner of the table and said nervously: "You have become a director, and your daughter has made it, why do you have to type code every day?"

In the past six months, because the project has progressed so well, and Ren Jinyuan is Mr. Jiang's wife, he has been promoted by Mr. Jiang to be the project director long ago. Naturally, He Luo has also been promoted to the deputy director.

Jin Yuan directly pointed at him: "That's not what you want to ask."

He Luo couldn't hold back his face, leaned down to get close to Jin Yuan and asked him curiously: "I want to know, do you really feel no discomfort when you do the following?"

Jin Yuan glanced at He Luo's hand beating his waist: "Didn't you used to be able to stay with Boss Fu all night, why did your back hurt?"

"He lied to you." He Luo became angry when he mentioned this matter, obviously Fu Yi forced him all night, but he insisted that he fucked him.

Jin Yuan's hands that typed the code trembled, looked at He Luo with a very complicated expression, and said quietly: "Then I, like you, suffer from back pain every day."

"Ah—" He Luo was completely shocked now, "Mr. Jiang is also—"

"Bosses like them have really different hobbies—"

He Luo was so embarrassed that it couldn't be any more embarrassing. The key is that Jin Yuan's body is too weak, and his image of wearing women's clothing that day was too deep in his body and mind. He really didn't expect Jin Yuan to be like him.

But then he looked at Jin Yuan with complicated eyes: "Can your body do it?"

Although Mr. Jiang is gentle and gentle, he doesn't look as physically strong as his Mr. Fu, but he is more than ten times better than Jin Yuan's sickly body.

He Luo glanced at Jin Yuan's thin waist, can this work?

"If I can't do it, I can become Mrs. Jiang?" Jin Yuan gave He Luo a cold snort, took out a pack of plasters from the drawer, and said to He Luo, "Okay, lift up your clothes, and I'll stick one for you." Post it, and you’ll be fine when you get home.”

He Luo knew that this was the plaster that Jin Yuan used to prepare when he was a programmer to prevent his back pain from sitting for too long, so he lifted up his clothes naturally: "This plaster still has this effect."

Jin Yuan put a plaster on his tailbone, and pulled off his clothes: "Aren't they all backaches? They are treated the same."

After finishing speaking, he also gave He Luo a pack of plasters that he had just taken out: "It just so happens that I don't run out of them, so I gave them to you. In the future, when your boss is not paying attention, I will secretly put them on in the middle of the night and keep them when I get up the next day." You are alive and well."

After all, He Luo's body is not as weak as his, so one stick is enough.

No.

Holding the plaster, He Luo was a little skeptical about life. He thought that he and Fu Yi didn't have such a hard time doing it before. Why did he toss and toss and toss himself so much that he started to apply the plaster? !

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Focusing on the important points, Jin Yuan put a plaster on Luo Luo.

(ps. Take a sniff, everyone, do you smell the end?)

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