Mr. Fu, your wife is hanging up again

Chapter 57
When it was lunch time, Fu Linjun was still concentrating on his work.

Huo Nanxun also knew his cousin's virtues, so he urged him before leaving, "I can show up at the door of Shuimu Liuxiang Western Restaurant in half an hour, brother, I will wait for you."

Fu Linjun let out a "hmm", quickly browsed through several emails, replied to one of them, then picked up the car keys and went out.

Walking into the president's exclusive elevator, a trace of worry inadvertently tugged at his heart.

wallet.

I regret asking for my wallet back.

I don't know if the woman has eaten yet?Did Ade provide her with pocket money?

Thinking of this, he picked up his mobile phone and called Ade.

Unexpectedly, Ade didn't give Shi Yan any money, Fu Linjun frowned, "Give me her mobile phone number."

"I'm sorry, master, my wife doesn't have a mobile phone." Ade rolled his eyes and chuckled, it seems that the young master has already taken care of his wife.

Slowly, the wife will replace Xiaosnail's memory in his mind.

As a knowledgeable butler, Ade has always been very accurate in seeing things and has a clear goal, which is to help the little junior sister gain a firm foothold in the Fu family and become the hostess in a serious manner.

As for the big and small snails, they all go aside.

"Don't you think your words are ridiculous?"

Fu Linjun became angry and said in a bad tone, "What time is it, and there are still people who don't have a mobile phone? Didn't you say that she is very capable, is the housekeeper of S, and very rich? So rich that she can't even afford a mobile phone? You didn't provide her with a mobile phone?" A mobile phone with pocket money is your dereliction of duty, you can go back to the old house! I don't want to see you."

The young master's aristocratic rhetorical question made Ade suddenly feel a sense of unemployment crisis, "Sorry, young master, I will match her up today."

Fu Linjun snorted coldly, hung up the phone very displeased, and raised his hand to tug on his tie.

Perhaps it was the aftereffects of losing Xiaoshao, not being able to contact Shi Yan made him feel a little annoyed.

I hope that woman won't be so stupid as to wrong herself.

Ding--

The elevator stopped, and Fu Linjun suddenly realized that he was worried about Shi Yan, and he was very worried, so he couldn't help being a little annoyed.

This woman has already corrupted him to the point where he forgot Xiaosnail?

Sometimes he couldn't help thinking, is Xiaosnail no longer alive?
This thought made his heart ache, as if he had been cut into pieces by a sharp knife, and then thrown into the concentrated sulfuric acid, the pain was beyond words.

No matter what, he couldn't forget Xiaosnail.

No.

The elevator door opened slowly, Fu Linjun sorted out his dying mood, and strode out of the elevator.

...

Fu Linjun's drag racing skills are top-notch, not comparable to Huo Nanxun's.

When he arrived at the parking lot of the western restaurant, Huo Nanxun was still there. He got out of the car, lit a cigarette and held it between his fingertips, and carefully sketched the appearance of his first love girlfriend in his mind.

A few minutes later, a black Bentley arrived late.

Huo Nanxun saw his cousin's majestic posture from a distance, and almost overturned the car.

Cousin is wearing an expensive white shirt and black trousers, leaning on top of a luxury car, smoking a cigarette is very handsome, with a hint of yuppiness, a chiseled face, enough to make everything in the world become his background .

How handsome.

Don't say women like it, the elders like it too, okay?
However, Fu Shao looked innocent and didn't think that his beauty would cause a car accident.

Huo Nanxun barely stopped, poked his head out of the car window, and whistled, "Cousin is so handsome today! It suddenly gave me the illusion that you have a girlfriend?"

Fu Linjun: "..."

His whistle reminded Fu Linjun of Shi Yan.

When we met for the first time, she also whistled, but it was much better than Huo Nanxun's sweet and crisp whistle.

"Is it right?"

"No." Fu Linjun threw away his cigarette and denied it.

"That's strange." Huo Nanxun smiled, but it was meaningful.

Cousin, your mental outlook is not the same as usual. Hey, there is a faint feeling of spring between your brows, and you still don’t admit that you married a daughter-in-law?

(End of this chapter)