The best female boss

Chapter 113 A Letter of Divorce

After walking for another ten minutes or so, the old butler who was walking in front stopped moving forward. He glanced at a magnificent hall in front of him, then turned around and said to the dead old man: "Here, the Patriarch should be inside right now, please. "

"Humph!"

The dead old man obviously had a bad temper. Hearing what the former said, he suddenly snorted coldly and walked in without thinking.And Zhang Fan, who was following behind, also frowned. This Qu Zhengde is really putting on airs. Everyone has walked to the door of the house and still hasn't come out. Have you forgotten how you begged the dead old man for medical treatment?

When the old housekeeper saw that the two dead old men had entered the hall, he murmured in a low voice, "What's the big deal, you're just a farmer."

The layout of the hall is quite high-end, with precious mahogany and limited edition imported leather sofas. This is the environment where high-level people live.

Although Zhang Fan was unhappy at the moment, he had to praise the wealth and power of Qu Zhengde's family.

"Qu Zhengde!"

The dead old man who just walked in found Qu Zhengde who was sitting on the sofa, looking down at the newspaper at first sight, and immediately gave a cold drink.

As soon as the cold drink fell, Qu Zhengde, who was reading the newspaper, looked up in surprise, and when he saw the dead old man, he said in surprise: "Ah, what wind has blown Mr. Zhang here, Mr. Zhang is here!" Come, Qu Mou is too far away to welcome you, it is really rude and rude."

Qu Zhengde stood up with shame on his face.

"Hehe, you came here uninvited, and you still look at Patriarch Qu, don't be surprised."

The dead old man said flatly.

Qu Zhengde didn't seem to hear the old man's tone at all, and he still said enthusiastically: "What are you doing standing there, sit down quickly, come and serve tea."

Soon, several servants brought up the porcelain cup, put it on the coffee table, and left.

The dead old man didn't sit down, he glanced coldly at the porcelain cup on the coffee table, and then turned his attention back to Qu Zhengde.

Qu Zhengde seemed to feel something unusual, he laughed, and said: "Hehe, Mr. Zhang came from a long way, I don't know what's the matter, can I ask Qu to help?"

Qu Zhengde sat down again, crossing his legs.

"It's not about me, but about my grandson Zhang Fan."

The dead old man glanced at Zhang Fan, and his kind eyes flashed past.

"Oh?"

Qu Zhengde seemed a little surprised. It was the first time he set his sights on Zhang Fan. Looking at the plain and simple attire of the other party, he didn't find anything unusual.

At this moment, the dead old man turned around, looked at Zhang Fan, and said softly, "If you have anything to say, just say it. If you have anything, I can help you."

Zhang Fan stared blankly, the dead old man standing in front of him at this moment was no longer a weak old man who could be blown down by the wind, but a domineering old man.The old man's words obviously gave Zhang Fan a lot of confidence.

Zhang Fan stood up, looked at Qu Zhengde, and said, "Uncle Qu, hello, don't you know Miss Qu Ruyu is at home?"

Qu Zhengde smiled and said: "Ruyu, she is at home, but she seems to be with some friends. I will call her brother now and call her over, haha."

Then, he picked up the phone and dialed Qu Hong's cell phone.

"I'll be here in a while, you guys sit down and have a sip of tea."

Qu Zhengde compared the sofa in front of him and said with a smile.

This time, the dead old man didn't insist on standing, he sat down, and Zhang Fan also sat down, but they never moved the tea in front of them.

At the same time, Qu Hong, who received a call from Qu Zhengde, happened to be with his sister Qu Ruyu at the moment. After hanging up the phone, he looked at him with a strange expression. He was chatting with a man named Cao Xuanbin. Qu Ruyu, who was very happy, immediately called out in a low voice: "Sister, come here, Dad called just now and asked me to send you a message."

Qu Ruyu, who was talking gently, frowned slightly, but she understood Qu Hong's words, then turned her head, looked at Cao Xuanbin apologetically and said softly, "Mr. Cao, I'm sorry, I'll leave first."

Looking at Qu Ruyu, who was in excellent shape and inner beauty, Cao Xuanbin was moved by every frown and smile on her face.

"Too polite."

Cao Xuanbin also knew that Qu Hong seemed to have something to say to Qu Ruyu, but he still pretended to be a gentleman and chatted with the bodyguards of the Cao family who accompanied him.

Seeing that Cao Xuanbin was not dissatisfied, Qu Ruyu got up and walked to the side with Qu Hong, then her expression changed immediately, and she asked with some dissatisfaction: "Qu Hong, what's the matter? You don't know what I'm talking to Mr. Cao Do you like it?"

Qu Hong said directly with a strange expression: "Sister, Dad called me just now, saying that Zhang Qiancao and his grandson Zhang Fan came to our house, and they are in the hall now, and asked you to come over."

"Zhang Fan? That trash, came here so soon?"

Hearing this news, Qu Ruyu was indeed a little surprised, this trash is quite courageous.

"What should I do, sister, now Mr. Cao is in our house, if we are bumped into, it will not be very good."

Qu Hong was a little worried. The relationship between Mr. Cao and his sister had been managed with great difficulty. If he found out that Qu Ruyu had something to do with that trash, he might not know what would happen.

"It's okay, waste is waste, and the gap with us is too far. Even if he said something, who would believe it? Hmph, since he is here, then I will take this opportunity to send him away, so as not to entanglement."

Qu Ruyu sneered dismissively at the location of the hall.

With such a plan in mind, Qu Ruyu told Qu Hong, then walked towards Cao Xuanbin again, and said, "Mr. Cao, there is someone in the hall who wants to see me. I'll meet you later. Don't you If you mind, just wait for me."

Qu Ruyu twisted her waist and smiled seductively.

"Meet someone? See who?"

Cao Xuanbin frowned and asked.

At this time, Qu Hong was the first to say: "Go to see a scumbag who has been pestering my sister all the time, so that he will give up completely."

"Oh?"

When Cao Xuanbin heard this, his eyes immediately turned cold, and then he sneered and said, "Miss Qu is as beautiful as a flower, and it's normal for someone to chase after her. I'm quite interested to see which young master is so bold."

"Hmph, what kind of young master is it? It's just a toad. It has no power or influence. It just wants to climb into my house."

Qu Hong snorted coldly, showing disdain for Zhang Fan.

Cao Xuanbin smiled and said, "That will be even more interesting. I've decided to go and have a look with you."

"Alright, if this trash sees you, I think he will lose his heart."

Qu Hong flattered Cao Xuanbin without saying a word, and the latter naturally felt better, and then he actually took the lead.

Qu Ruyu hurriedly said at this time: "Mr. Cao, I'm sorry for letting you see such a scandal. That person is in the hall, let's go now."

"It's okay, it's a trivial matter, I'll just send you away."

Cao Xuanbin, with his personal bodyguards, walked in the front and went directly to the hall.

In the hall, the dead old man frowned and asked, "Why haven't you arrived yet?"

Qu Zhengde smiled, and when he was about to speak, a boyish voice came over, but the tone was not very good.

"Come to our house to see my sister, don't you have any patience?"

Zhang Fan and the three subconsciously followed the prestige, and a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old was coming down from the top of the stairs. This boy had a noisy hairstyle and was fermenting. He was indeed a fun-loving rich second-generation son, and he was Qu Hong.

At this moment, he was whistling, and the disdain in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"Qu Hong, don't be rude."

Qu Zhengde reprimanded at the right time, but judging from the decibels, it was more like a joke.

The dead old man and Zhang Fan didn't speak, but the expressions on their faces made it clear that they were not in a good mood.Anyway, the dead old man was of the same generation as Qu Zhengde's father, but at this moment, he would be rudely refuted by Qu Zhengde's younger children.

If it wasn't for the fact that its parents didn't pay attention, what would happen to the child?
However, the main thing that came here today was not this, so Zhang Fan endured it.Then, he saw that Qu Ruyu was right behind him. Today, Qu Ruyu was wearing a long snow-white dress with a beautiful face. She was generous and beautiful, and could indeed make ordinary people kneel under her pomegranate skirt. .

Qu Ruyu glanced at Zhang Fan, and then immediately looked back, as if she felt that her eyes would grow something after just one more glance. Then, she casually walked towards Qu Zhengde, even on the way. Even the dead old man never took a look at it.

This is the true arrogance of Qu Ruyu, the eldest lady of the Qu family.

But then, what puzzled Zhang Fan was that, right behind Qu Ruyu, two men appeared, one of them was clearly a master-servant relationship from the standpoint.And the man walking in the front, about 23 or 1.8 years old, looks like a good-looking talent. The clothes on his body must be expensive, his hair is combed and polished, and with a height of about [-] meters, he must be popular with nympho girls. The typical tall, rich and handsome, and the skin is very fair.

If this kind of person is placed in an idol drama, he is probably the number one male.

Zhang Fan thought to himself with some self-mockery, but seeing the undisguised admiration that this young man showed towards Qu Ruyu, Zhang Fan frowned, and suddenly clenched the palm next to him.

Obviously, Zhang Fan understood that the atmosphere between this young man and Qu Zhengde's family was very harmonious, and Qu Ruyu's occasional smile to this young man could let people know that their relationship should not be simple.

"You actually broke up the engagement so quickly, and you seem to have a boyfriend. You really keep your word."

Zhang Fan snorted coldly in his heart, and the coldness in his eyes was even worse.

No man would be willing to see being despised by his fiancée, nor would he be willing to be repented by his fiancée, and he would not be willing to take the initiative to make friends with another man before he agreed. This has risen to the level of a man. The question of dignity is really deceiving too much.

(End of this chapter)