President Fu's new wife

Chapter 3 Go to his house to find him
The quietness of this month was because she moved out, and it was also because she washed the dirty sheets secretly that morning, and when her mother asked her, she also said that she vomited on the bed.

It was just getting dark when the doorbell rang suddenly. When I opened the door and saw my mother closing the door with her bag, she was so startled that she almost turned her away.

"Then why are you looking at me? Don't you know the mother who gave birth to you and raised you?" Zhuo's mother complained and glanced at her daughter, then pushed her away and walked into the room by herself.

Zhuo Xing seemed to remember something and followed immediately: "Then what, why did you come here suddenly?"

"Is there a reason for me to come and see my own daughter?" Zhuo's mother said, looking at her daughter's face, as if she was not in a good mood.

After all, Zhuo Xing was still too young, what was on his mind, he tried his best to hide it or showed the melancholy on his face, the mother who gave birth to her naturally saw it clearly than anyone else: "Are you not feeling well?"

Zhuo Xing hesitated again: "No!" He said immediately in the next moment.

But the darkness on his face is too obvious, after all, he is not deeply involved in the world.

When Zhuo Xing was in front of his mother, he suddenly remembered the things on the bar, and looked at his mother nervously in shock: "Mom, I haven't eaten dinner yet!"

"Then I'll make it for you!" The mother naturally loves her daughter the most, she can't bear to let her go hungry, but——

The next moment Zhuo Xing wanted to bite off the back of her tongue and slap her big mouth. She originally meant to go out for a meal together, but Zhuo's mother wanted to do it herself.

She was trying to stop her, but Mama Fu rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the bar.

"Mom..." she yelled loudly, and then she lay down on the bar counter.

Zhuo's mother's eyes lit up: "Get out of the way!"

It seemed that I saw something familiar just now, but this thing has not been seen for some years.

There is no need to ask her why she went to him, she has no choice, otherwise her mother would go to the Fu family to talk, then she would rather talk to him herself.

Marriage is a way of life, not an end.

"Have you gone to talk to him? If you can't say it, your mother will say it in person, it's a happy event! It shouldn't be hidden."

"I've already arrived at his door, so don't be impatient!"

That night, she was standing downstairs in his house. She was surprised that the two of them lived in the same community, but he lived in a house of more than 200 square meters, while hers was only more than 60.

These are not important, he is the big boss, she hung up the phone as she walked up, thinking about his lazy voice when she called him, as if she was sleeping.

But why was she so nervous in her heart? The moment she really stood at the door of his house, she took a few deep breaths: Zhuo Xing, you are just going to tell a fact, calm down, you must be calm!

Boneless fingers gently rang the doorbell, the girl's face was somewhat embarrassed, even though she kept reassuring herself to be calm, when the door opened she looked at the girl standing in front of her wearing slacks and heels. The man standing there with some tiredness in the vest was still stunned for a moment, this guy has a completely different image from that meeting.

This time he looked much more accommodating, and the suit and leather shoes last time made people unbearable to approach.

It took a long time to realize: "Ah, hello, Mr. Fu!" After being embarrassed, he immediately returned to normal.

"Come in and talk!" He said lightly, then turned around and went back inside, sitting lazily on the sofa.

Zhuo Xing followed him in, but bit half of his lip nervously, then sat down on the sofa opposite him, watching him sadly with his forehead resting on one hand.

"Are you uncomfortable?" asked curiously.

Don't blame our Zhuo Xing for being too considerate, she will be very distressed when she sees a sick cat or dog.

"I have a cold!" He said lightly, still not looking up.

"The porridge is ready, let's—" Ling Yue stood at the door of the kitchen with millet porridge and looked at the girl sitting on the sofa. She had checked this girl privately, so she was no stranger to this girl.

Zhuo Xing stood up in embarrassment when he heard the woman's voice and didn't react to anything. Seeing the dignified and generous woman smiling at her, she also twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment: "I'm sorry to interrupt you suddenly, I see we Let's talk about it another day!" She turned to Fu Zhi and said, her goal is Fu Zhi, so naturally she doesn't care about other people's feelings.

"It's okay, you can talk now if you have anything to say!" He then looked up at her.

This girl has a long ponytail on her head, her hair is very black, it should not have been dyed, her eyes are also big and bright, her face shape and skin should look good.

This time it felt different from that night, perhaps because the theme of the meeting that night made people unhappy.

Zhuo Xing walked there in a daze, neither sitting nor sitting, but she was not sure that her problem could be said now, after all... She cast another glance at the woman who was coming this way from the kitchen, this woman looked very capable and mature, Also very measured, should be his right-hand man.

This was her first impression of Ling Yue.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Fu's secretary, Ling Yue!" Ling Yue bent over and put the porridge in front of him, then straightened up and greeted Zhuo Xing with a professional smile. The whole process can be described as calm and unhurried.

Zhuo Xing didn't reach out, just smiled, a little indifferently, she wouldn't intentionally get close to others.

She suddenly remembered what her brother said about Mr. Fu's secretary. The scene seems a bit complicated now.

"I want to talk to your boss alone!" She didn't know why she suddenly made up her mind, so she said those firm words to Ling Yue.

Ling Yue was also taken aback, but then smiled slowly: "Mr. Fu, I have nothing else to do and I'll leave first!"

He raised his eyes slightly, then lowered them again, without speaking, guessing the purpose of this girl's visit.

Ling Dawei nodded and said goodbye to Zhuo Xing generously and sensiblely.

Zhuo Xingcai sat down again, looked at the man still rubbing his eyebrows, and looked at the millet porridge on the coffee table: "Do you want to drink some porridge first, it won't taste good when it's cold!" He said lightly.

Zhuo Xing looked at the bowl of porridge and thought, this secretary is not easy.

He looked up at her: "You understand too?"

Zhuo Xing blinked: "My mother told me!"

She's not very good at cooking or something, but she can do it, but—it's not bad if it's barely cooked.

Fu Zhi frowned slightly, and suddenly recalled a few buddies drinking together that day and someone teased him: Fu Zhi, Zhuo Xing, you two are a match made in heaven.

He thought of her again that day, and he had too little memory of that time, but some subtle touches still made his heart itch occasionally.

Thinking about this and looking at her again, those pink lips are really mouth-watering, so I can't wait to take a bite.

(End of this chapter)