At 12:30 in the morning, even in Beijing, the world seemed to fall asleep, and the streets seemed very quiet. Located in the Fu's Building in the center of the CBD, the group executives have just got off work. A group of high-level elites walked out of the office building talking and laughing. Someone suggested: "It's rare to end work early today, or go for a late night snack, big guys get together What does Fu think?"
Everyone present is at the level of general manager and general manager. They can serve as the boss when they go out. However, Mr. Fu in this person's mouth is obviously different from other colleagues. He is the prince of the Fu Group. The old chairman has begun to retreat in recent years. Behind the scenes, sooner or later, the huge business empire was handed over to the crown prince, and the young President Fu was their immediate boss.
Now that I have asked Mr. Fu, it is natural to let Mr. Fu express his opinion. The crowd happily agreed, and the BOSS in the middle of the crowd looked over.
Mr. Fu is about 30 years old, and the average age of the senior executives of the Fu Group is 40+. This sets off his young and promising prince in his early thirties. In addition, he has a tall and straight face like a crown. Among the middle-aged men who inevitably looked haggard and embarrassed all day, he seemed even more elegant, handsome and personable.
It is conceivable that even if President Fu is not surrounded by people and the stars hold the moon, he is still a spotlight, and he is eye-catching wherever he goes.
However, he is probably going to live up to the expectations of his subordinates today. President Fu stopped, glanced at his watch, and smiled amiably, "You go and play, the account will be in my name, but I have something to do, so I will go home first."
Several senior executives asked a little surprised: "Go home? Fu always said to go back to Longquan Bay?"
Longquan Bay is one of the most high-end villa communities in Greater Beijing. Its status is equivalent to Repulse Bay in Hong Kong City. It cannot be bought even with money. If you want to become the owner of Longquan Bay, your status and connections are equally indispensable.
Of course, Mr. Fu is a celebrity, and they all say buy and buy in the castle on Kensington Palace Garden Street. It is only a word to become the owner of Longquan Bay, and the group executives are not surprised. It’s just that Longquan Bay is on the scenic Fragrant Mountain, too far from the city center. No matter how rich Mr. Fu can make ghosts, he can’t solve the century-old problem of traffic jams during the morning and evening peaks. They all know that. Mr. Fu spends most of his time in Guancanghai near the building.
Guan Canghai is a high-end hotel under the group, with branches all over the world. As the young owner, all the hotels under the group have reserved exclusive suites for him. It is said that even the interior decoration and layout are made for him. Enjoying the warmth of a home, the hotel still has a 24-hour butler service, and the caring level is not inferior to the nanny and aunt at home. It is quite comfortable to come to Mr. Fu.
Think about working overtime until midnight today, and there will be a regular meeting tomorrow morning. If Mr. Fu does not go back to the nearby hotel to rest, he will go to Longquan Bay instead. Isn’t it a bit unscientific
Fu Shiyuan smiled against everyone's concerned and curiosity gazes, and said quite wittily, "No way, my wife will make an announcement."
"Haha, understand, then Mr. Fu, go home quickly, lest Mrs. worry." The executives tried their best to make expressions of pity and sympathy, but their hearts coincided with each other-bragging.
They didn't listen to the gossip rumors about Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu's seemingly married couples on the Internet, but they made judgments from the perspective of seeing is believing.
It has been six or seven years since Mr. Fu and his wife’s world-famous wedding of the century. At that time, the group was already paying attention to the development of the mainland. Mr. Fu frequently flew to major provinces and cities in the mainland. In the past few years, it has adjusted its focus. Stay in Beijing for more than half a year.
It stands to reason that Mrs. Fu is not busy. It is normal for Mr. Fu to visit the class from time to time during his stay in Beijing, but in fact, they have not seen Mrs. Fu even once for so many years. Maybe Mrs. Fu is low-key and doesn't like to be involved with people in the company, but she doesn't attend the cocktail party in the villa. Isn't it too low-key
The senior executives of the Fu family don’t gossip in the face, but everyone knows it in their hearts. It is impossible for their "prince prince" and "prince concubine" to raise their eyebrows. It is impossible in this life, so they will respect each other as guests. Pretend to be a model couple and leave Liao. On the contrary, Mrs. Xi, who is next door to them, is inseparable from business activities or private dinners, and it really smells like a goddess and family.
But this has nothing to do with them. Since Mr. Fu has made up the reasons seriously, of course they are convinced. While talking, a black Bentley steadily stopped under the steps, and the three behind the license plate were six or six eight, and they knew that it was their exclusive car for Mr. Fu. The executives who had previously proposed to play had quick eyesight and quick hands. Everyone stepped forward and opened the door for Mr. Fu, "Mr. Fu, go slowly."
Fu Shiyuan politely thanked everyone, and said, "See you tomorrow."
Get in the car after speaking.
Assistant Wen in the co-driver's seat was robbed of his job, so he had to pull down the window to greet everyone. He is a personal assistant. To be precise, he is mainly responsible for the private life and social aspects of the boss. The work nature is different from the senior special assistants around Fu Shiyuan, but in everyone’s eyes, they are all "close ministers". But if you really talk about it, he is the one who has followed Mr. Fu 24 hours a day. The assistant's room in Guan Canghai is next to Mr. Fu. Who else in the entire group can receive such treatment
Assistant Wen greeted everyone, and they responded enthusiastically, and they didn't forget Da Chen, who took care of the driver and bodyguard. Mr. Fu was born in a celebrity in Hong Kong. Due to historical and social reasons, the social security in Hong Kong is not as good as that of the Mainland. Abductions and extortion cases of wealthy families have occurred from time to time, especially in the world-renowned wealthy families such as Xi, Fu and Ye. The children of his clan are even more mobile targets. For the sake of his own life, the bodyguard has become a must for the wealthy children’s home travel. As the only seedling of three generations of solo passers, Mr. Fu can form two volleyball teams with his bodyguard alone. It is said that all of them were special soldiers, with extraordinary skills, masters who came and went without a trace.
However, these two groups of volleyball teams are a bit useless when they arrive in the mainland where public security is strictly controlled, especially in Greater Beijing. Mr. Fu no longer needs to hug the back, and he can go out with two bodyguards at most. One of them has to be a part-time driver. Those who stay with him are naturally confidants, so even if they are all group executives with an annual salary of seven or eight figures, they are still very concerned in front of the mere bodyguard drivers.
Fu Shiyuan was not in the mood to listen to so many humming questions. He leaned on the seat of the car and said, "Let's go."
Da Chen immediately started the car, Assistant Wen closed the windows obediently, and waited for a few meters to drive out before he whispered, "Mr. Fu, I talked to Lisa. She said that there was nothing wrong recently, but my wife was there yesterday. Campbell’s stayed with Mrs. Jane after having lunch and suddenly said that he wanted to see you. Because it was too sudden, Lisa at the farm failed to catch the plane. This time his wife came to Beijing alone."
Fu Shiyuan closed his eyes and calmed down, as if he was unwilling to listen to Assistant Wen's report, but if he observed it carefully, he could see the distinctly articulated fingers tapping his knees gently. This is his habit when thinking.
Lisa is his wife's life assistant. Since they got married, Lina has been serving Mrs. Fu. In terms of familiarity and understanding, his husband is indeed inferior to Lina. Therefore, Lina said that there was nothing important, and she should not be wrong. But she came to Beijing suddenly again, and she was so anxious that she couldn't wait for her trustworthy Lina. Could it have something to do with her father-in-law and mother-in-law
Campbell is a high-end community in Hong Kong City second only to Haitang Bay. He has a villa there, but there are many properties under his name. When his son was born, even his parents gave rewards such as yacht stocks, and the media were staring at him. It's not good without expressing it, so she picked several properties in different cities and transferred them to her name, including Campbellite. Because Campbell is in Hong Kong City and the surrounding area is good, his wife asked her parents to move in.
Therefore, when they heard that his wife suddenly decided to come to Beijing after she had been to Campbell, Fu Shiyuan could not help but think of his in-laws. However, although the wife’s family has a small business, his father-in-law is an intellectual, and his mother-in-law is even smarter and capable. He believes that they will not make false claims in front of his wife.
There should be an introduction to this matter. President Fu frowned, and the assistant literary assistant quickened his heartbeat. He reminded nervously: "There is another thing recently. I heard that Mrs. Xi is pregnant with a second child. You know, there are always comparisons between his wife and Mrs. Xi, and there are also posts on the Internet... "
This kind of reason is ridiculous. Assistant Wen himself didn’t believe it. As the young wife of the Fu family, their wives would be irritated by the news and gossip from the outside to behave abnormally. Shao, three generations of singles, ah no, the four generations of singles of the young master is her own, completely sitting on the Diaoyutai, she still use the gossip about accidents
Assistant Wen said while carefully observing the boss's look, fearing that his irresponsible speculation would cause dissatisfaction with the boss. It's a pity that Mr. Fu has no expression on his face and his eyes are not open. He can't tell whether he is satisfied or not.
Fu Shiyuan was actually analyzing that although the reason given by the assistant was absurd, it was not impossible. His wife came to Beijing in a hurry. Wouldn't it be the traitor who came to catch him? It was the word "second child" that reminded him. His parents, including his father-in-law and his mother-in-law, repeatedly attacked and persuaded them to give birth to two more while they were young. There are also people who take care of the family business.
So she is thinking that people who got married two years later are "coming from behind" and can't sit still
Thinking of this, Fu Shiyuan squeezed his eyebrows with a headache. He couldn't take care of a child. He hadn't gone to school to pick up his son from school for two months, and had no time to spend with him on vacation. There were a few conditions to give birth.
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The car slowly drove into the Longquan Bay Villa. It was already half past one in the morning. Fu Shiyuan did not want to disturb the family and asked the assistant and driver to return to the hotel where he was staying. He opened the door and entered the house alone, but did not want the lobby to be brightly lit, and the servants ran up. Running down, the kitchen still smelled of fragrance.
Having been alone in the mainland for several months, Fu Shiyuan hadn't felt such a "life spirit" for a long time. For a while, Aunt Wang was at the door, still in the kitchen, hearing the movement, poked her head out to greet him, and explained the current situation in a few words: " Mr. Fu, you are back, do you want to have some supper? My wife was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, let us boil some soothing soup..."
While talking, Sister Zhang came down again, "Aunt Wang, my wife said she wanted to eat sweets, tart cakes or something, you can do it—yeah, Mr. Fu is back?"
Fu Shiyuan nodded and smiled: "How is your wife?"
Sister Zhang and the others have been "in the cold" for a long time in the empty villa. It is rare to welcome the host and hostess home. They all want to show something. One said that his wife was frightened in the middle of the night, but now she is a little embarrassed. Fortunately, Mr. Fu came back in time; one said that his wife was energetic. I am sluggish and need the company of my husband; Aunt Wang said embarrassedly: "I can make the little cake my wife wants to eat, but it takes too long and it is too late now..."
Fu Shiyuan said: "Then do it for her tomorrow."
After speaking, he went up to the second floor surrounded by the servants of the villa, and recalled the last time his wife came to live in Longquan Bay. That was the first time the group held its annual meeting in Beijing two years ago. She needed to accompany him to attend. That time, she stayed in Longquan Bay for one night, but as the hostess, she was with servants like Zhang Jie and Wang Aunt. On the contrary, she was a little bit cramped, as if he was treating herself as a guest. He saw her uncomfortable, so he went to see the sea with her. She was a lot more comfortable living in the hotel. Therefore, he thought she would also go to the hotel this time, but he didn't expect to come here directly, and she also circulated the entire villa, which was quite prestigious as the hostess.
Thinking about it, the person has reached the master bedroom on the second floor. The light is on in the room and the door is empty. Fu Shiyuan knocked twice at random before pushing the door open, with a soft face looking at the woman who was sitting on the bed: " I heard that you have a nightmare, does it matter?"
Jian Ruixi, who was trying to smooth her memory, raised her head and saw Mr. Fu standing at the door with backlighting. After all, her sober brain crashed instantly. Fuck the novel did not tell her that Mr. Fu, who is a supporting role, was so handsome. Legs together (≧▽≦)/