After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Xu Jue pushed open the door of the box, and a cloud of smoky air mixed with laughter rushed towards his face. He frowned unconsciously, and walked in with a sullen face.

"Hey, look which rare guest this is, what kind of wind brought us Mr. Xu here?" Zhang Shaohui pushed away the waiter who came to deliver the wine, and greeted Xu Jue surrounded by layers of men and women.

Xu Jue ignored him, found a random corner and sat down, raised his hand to fill himself a glass of wine, swished the glass and asked, "How about the matter I asked you to investigate?"

Zhang Shaohui was swallowing clouds and mist over there, cursing obscenities and driving away the people around him, then he leaned over and said leisurely, "Fu's family plays an important role in Miancheng, so Fu Wenyuan is not an ordinary person, and the people above him may not be able to move him. , not to mention us small fish and shrimps, not enough for him to fit between his teeth."

Xu Jue resisted the choking smoke, and drank the wine on his own with an unclear expression.

"Who? The Fu Wenyuan who drove his mother crazy and killed his father?" Someone asked in the confusion.

Xu Jue's expression changed, he put down his wine glass and looked over, and asked interestingly, "Is there such a thing?"

It seems that when talking about this kind of strange thing, no matter whether it is true or not, everyone is interested, and they piece together things in one go, and each one is more bizarre than the other.

"When Fu Wenyuan was born, he couldn't cry but only laughed, and whoever he laughed at would die suddenly that night!"

"The Fu family took him to do a calculation, and they said that he was the reincarnation of Hades, born with a pair of ghost eyes, which can determine life and death!"

"But the King of Hades is terrified. Fu Wenyuan stabbed Fu Han to death when he was only eight years old. Liang Youyan, the eldest lady of the Liang family, was also driven crazy by him. It's no wonder that such a ghost son is not crazy!"

Xu Jue snorted strangely, "If you are mentally ill, you should go see a doctor as soon as possible, and stop talking nonsense here."

Xu Jue is out of place here, like a crane in a hen's coop, these dandies usually love to talk nonsense, and they have never been able to get along with Xu Jue, a knowledgeable and expensive second generation.

His words were disappointing and merciless, the private room was quiet for a moment, and then someone retorted, "A few days ago, Zhang Shaohui's cousin died in the hospital because he provoked Fu Wenyuan. Fu Wenyuan himself said that he would not survive the night. This is what his cousin and father said!"

Zhang Shaohui immediately responded with embarrassment, saying that there was such a thing.

Xu Jue closed his eyes, stretched his hands and feet, and sank into the leather sofa with a relaxed expression. He curled the corners of his lips and said in a low voice, "If you really have such a god, you talk about others like this behind your back, aren't you afraid that the king of hell will take your life?"

The atmosphere became colder all of a sudden, Zhang Shaohui quickly got up and played haha ​​to appease both sides when he saw the posture of making trouble.

Zhang Shaohui felt a pain in his brain as he kept his bragging all the time, and he cursed secretly that he shouldn't be meddling in this game.

"Hey, we brothers are here to have fun today, don't hurt your peace, here are a batch of tender new products for everyone to enjoy, harmony makes money, harmony makes money!"

Xu Jue still had that nonchalant look, sitting in the corner and witnessing the absurd money and sex transactions, neither disgusted nor enthusiastic, and only stayed on him for a moment when a handsome man came in.

Zhang Shaohui pulled the man to Xu Jue's side with great winking, he muttered when he saw the little thing's face, why Xu Jue still prefers this one, isn't he tired of it after so many years?

And the ones he picked were more and more like the brown candy that couldn't be torn off beside him.

Ye Rong's deeds are even famous in their circle.

This group of men who think with their lower body seems to have forgotten the quarrel just now after playing with it, and they yelled and joked about Xu Jue, "Is the first young master Xu still making trouble? Haha, that little thing is really interesting."

Xu Jue, who was poked at the pain point, had a sullen expression on his face, and said coldly: "Mind your own business."

"You guys drink slowly, I have to leave beforehand." He stopped his hand about to untie his belt, stood up and dragged the man away from the place in a hurry without waiting for others to flatter him.

As soon as he left, all the flattery behind his back turned into bad words, spitting on his ignorance of good and bad.

Someone asked unintentionally: "I heard that he and his adopted son... really know how to play."

A higher-pitched ridicule swung away, "Playing a TV drama pretending to be a love saint, he said that his good dog and his good brother look alike so he kept it. Pooh, you can tell that the two look alike even if you are not blind." fart!"

However, fuel continued to add fuel to the fire, "Did you find out that the people he was looking for were more like that Ye Rong."

After looking at each other in tacit understanding for a while, the group of people seemed to have realized something, and suddenly burst into laughter, which couldn't be stopped, "Huh? A bitch and a dog are a perfect match!"

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When Ye Rong woke up, he was in a daze for a while, and when he turned his head to see the person who was still eight feet away from him, he slowly remembered where he was at this moment.

He, who has always recognized the bed, was also surprised that he could sleep until dawn in this strange place. After thinking about it, he could only attribute it to Fu Wenyuan's foulness.

It doesn't matter if you're rich and you're good-looking, it's fine if you're good-looking, even the voice is too melodious, which makes people confused, and if you don't pay attention, you will be led away by the nose.

Ye Rong turned around and stared at Fu Wenyuan with his eyes closed for a long while.

Fu Wenyuan's bone appearance is really a godsend, with a straight nose, high brow bones, and a soft jaw line that is prominent but not sharp, allowing him to occasionally show a somewhat unobtrusive warm color in addition to his imposing coldness.

Ye Rong couldn't help sighing softly, but before he could finish his breath, he was frightened by Fu Wenyuan, who looked over with clear eyes, and stopped abruptly.

Fu Wenyuan also turned sideways, met Ye Rong's eyes, and asked, "Why are you sighing?"

Ye Rong tried hard to hide the embarrassment of being caught, "Huh? You didn't sleep, I thought you weren't awake."

Fu Wenyuan replied calmly: "You are here, I don't want to sleep, you still talk in your sleep at night, very cute."

Immediately, he felt that Fu Wenyuan was a hermaphrodite who was overtly admiring and sarcasm, and Ye Rong felt ashamed: "I'm sorry..."

Ye Rong said sorry on his lips, but in his heart he was thankful that he didn't snore and grind his teeth.

Fu Wenyuan seemed not to feel the subtlety of the atmosphere, and said solemnly: "You are talking in your sleep, saying that you want to become rich, how much money do you think is rich?"

Ye Rong subconsciously opened his mouth and came, "Set a small goal first, for example, I will earn [-] million first."

Boss Fu, who doesn't know the sufferings of the world, relaxed and asked, "Is this difficult?"

Ye Rong also replied lightly: "Anyway, it's very difficult for me."

Fu Wenyuan quickly did a math problem without pausing, "According to what we agreed yesterday, you will cook me three meals a day, and you can stay with me for less than ten years..."

Seeing Ye Rong's unmoved expression, he swallowed what he was going to say, and changed his words, "That's five years."

Ye Rong was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly sat up without saying a word, picked up his coat and was about to get out of bed.

Fu Wenyuan's gaze also followed his movements, as if enduring a huge longing, he finally compromised, "Three years."

Ye Rong's hands trembled and almost snapped the zipper of his jacket. He turned around swiftly after steadying his hands and feet, showing a professional smile, and said thoughtfully: "Then what do you want to eat this morning? I'll serve you right now."

While waiting for the answer, Ye Rong even thought over the recipes of the Michelin restaurant, but he didn't expect that Fu Wenyuan didn't follow the routine and reported a unique breakfast, "If you want to drink preserved egg and lean meat porridge, everything is available in the kitchen."

Preserved egg and lean pork porridge is Ye Rong's favorite. It is a must when served with pickled vegetables and fried dough sticks.

"Come on, I'll do it now, little one. Don't be impatient." Ye Rong was ordered to go downstairs to cook, and rushed out like a swallow out of the cage.

Unexpectedly, I came back after a while and muttered that I forgot to wash up.

When he opened the door and came in, Fu Wenyuan had just unbuttoned his nightgown to reveal his muscular upper body, and the naked eye could see that the sense of strength in this body was about to come out.

He looked at Ye Rong, continued to take off his nightgown without changing his face, completely exposing his body, and said calmly: "There are brand new toiletries in the cabinet under the sink."

Ye Rong didn't dare to look directly at him and quickly ran into the bathroom with lowered eyes, brushing his teeth and washing his face mechanically, but the scene he saw just now was always lingering in his mind over and over again.

He thought he had no lustful thoughts about Fu Wenyuan's body, just like he would not be profane when looking at the statue of David, he just admired it, and once again lamented that this person is really not an ordinary person.

There are many advantages, and they make people feel ashamed by comparison everywhere.

When Fu Wenyuan got dressed and went downstairs again, Ye Rong's hot porridge was also out of the pot, and the clear preserved egg was hidden in the glutinous soft rice porridge, whetting his appetite for a while.

Fu Wenyuan drank the porridge comfortably, the silver spoon hit the porcelain bowl with a crisp sound, and the blue irises in the white porcelain vase on the table were beautiful but intoxicating, as if Ye Rong was sitting across from him and looked over in a daze look.

At this moment, this scene made Fu Wenyuan feel familiar for no reason, as if he had really experienced it, either in a dream or in his imagination.

Psychology might call this a sense of immediacy, but only he himself knows that this is the imprint left in his mind by his long-term belief in the truth that he has thought about countless times.

Ye Rong saw him staring at her without speaking, her heart skipped a beat, she silently put down the spoon, and asked anxiously: "Is the taste okay? I don't know what flavor you like. If you are not satisfied...you can change it."

Fu Wenyuan's eyes fell on the bowl where he put green and red millet peppers, and he said softly, "I want to taste your bowl."

"This chili is very spicy. I heard from Mr. Xie Shan that you don't like spicy food, so I didn't serve it for you. I've eaten this bowl before. If you want to eat it, I'll fill another bowl."

Fu Wenyuan, however, seemed to have completely forgotten his obsession with cleanliness, he was no longer picky in front of Ye Rong, and said lightly: "No, I just have a taste."

Before Ye Rong could answer, Fu Wenyuan picked up Ye Rong's spoon and tasted it as if it was some delicious delicacy. The explosion of spiciness pricked his taste buds, but he felt as sweet as tasting honey.

Although it is a simple and ordinary movement, Fu Wenyuan does it elegantly and pleasing to the eye. If he hadn't seen the momentary unnaturalness when he chewed the pepper, anyone would have thought that he enjoyed the taste very much.

Ye Rong hesitated to speak, but he still didn't say anything after enduring it.

[The author has something to say: Fu Wenyuan: I have many strengths.

Ye Rong: ...Don't laugh at others' shortcomings, don't show off your strengths. 】