Chapter 270 Looking back, remember to give me more year-end awards (1/3)
Tong Anqing on the phone suddenly sank when hearing the words Rong Feng.
At first, she didn't know Rong Feng, or even who it was. Later, she also learned about this person from her uncle.
If Lu Ziyan went to find him, it turned out...
She just thought for a second, and immediately said coldly: "Send people abroad."
Tang Muxue, "..."
"Why don't you let me throw her to Mars? Then no one can find it. You think they can't do anything about sending her abroad in a mere trivial way?"
Tong Anqing gritted her teeth and said angrily: "I don't care. In short, Lu Ziyan is not allowed to find her. Either destroy her body or send her away."
"The matter of murder and arson does not belong to the scope of this lady's work. As for sending people away... Tong Anqing, why do you think that this lady will help you to the end?" Tang Muxue smiled leisurely, "You are the one who asked me to hit her. , It's done now. As for the finishing touches, I don't seem to have the obligation to do it anymore, right?"
"you!"
Tong Anqing was extremely angry, holding the phone, her pretty face almost distorted and deformed, gritted her teeth, and suddenly said: "Don't you want Fu Sinian? I'll help you."
Tang Muxue mocked, "Tsk tsk, did you know your heart so soon?"
"Hmph!" Tong Anqing sneered, holding her anger, "What are you proud of? Even without me, you can't get close to that man at all."
In the dressing room at the back of the studio, Tang Muxue took her mobile phone and walked to the full-length mirror, looking at her beautiful face in the mirror, and said quite amusingly: "It seems that if I have you, I will get twice the result with half the effort. Isn’t it that I’ve got no gain at all after being so strong? What favorable conditions can I get from you? Tong Anqing, the transaction is equivalent, have you forgotten?"
"I haven't forgotten, but the news in my hand is indeed something you don't know."
"Oh? Let's talk about it?"
"..."
…
Fu Sinian returned to Jiangcheng on the same plane as Pei Qian.
When the two got out of the car, they went straight to the old house of Fu's family.
"Master, are you back?"
"Where's Grandpa?" The man was dressed in a suit, a little bit dusty, tired between his calm eyebrows, and an anxious color that was almost impossible to appear under his eyes.
The maid lowered her head and said: "The old man said that he was a little tired, so I will help him in and rest.
It's gone, and I haven't woke up yet. "
Pei Qian narrowed his eyes, and said quietly, "I'll go up and take a look."
He said that he took the lead and stepped upstairs.
Fu Sinian glanced at the deserted house, handsome and slightly wrinkled, "Where is the madam?"
The maid hesitated slightly, her head lowered, "Madam said that the old man's birthday banquet is coming soon, and she needs to buy some shrouds for the old man. She followed the designer to the store in the afternoon and has not returned yet."
The man's face turned cold, "Call her to come and come back."
Leng Leng left a sentence, and the man turned and went upstairs.
The maid was almost frightened in a cold sweat, nodded, and hurried to find the phone.
Upstairs Fu Lao's bedroom, the man pushed the door in, Pei Qian just hung up the phone.
Looking at the skinny and pale old man with his eyes closed, Fu Sinian asked in a low voice, "How's it going?"
Pei Qian's face was a bit solemn, "He is not asleep, but in a coma."
Fu Sinian, "..."
…
Ning Meili was playing mahjong with a group of Kotai. Although she was reluctant to receive a call, she asked the driver to take it home.
As soon as she stepped into the main house, she was sensitively aware of the different atmosphere, her expression flickered, and the expression on her face slowly faded.
Faintly asked the servant, "Little Liu, where's the master?"
"Madam, the young master just went out and said that he was going to send the old man to the sanatorium on the mountain to recuperate. No one is allowed to bother."
Ning Meili's complexion changed slightly, "Sanatorium?"
On the surface, she has always been taking care of the elderly’s daily life with her servants. Although most of her work is left to the servants, she still has to do enough to act as a filial daughter-in-law, but now Fu Sinian actually treats people. Sent to the nursing home, how can she continue to play? When the old man returns to heaven, does this property still have her and A Jin's share
"Why did he suddenly send people to a nursing home?" The middle-aged woman showed a stern look, "The old man asked for it himself?"
The maid shook her head, "I don't know, I only heard what the young master said."
Because the old man was wearing a hat, covering his face, and being pushed out by the young man in a wheelchair, she didn't see the old man's face.
Ning Meili is about to be blown up, but she can't help but feel a little guilty in her heart. After all, she hasn't been able to take care of the elderly.
Because of this, I didn't dare to really question Fu Sinian at this time.
The black face gritted his teeth for a moment, and said, "Call Mr. Fu and ask him to come over."
As a daughter-in-law, she has no position, but as Fu Sinian's uncle, she doesn't believe him or give an explanation
Fu's is a private nursing home in the suburbs. Although it is said to be a nursing home, it does not have a single guest. The medical facilities in the hospital are all available, and the entrance is monitored 24 hours a day.
Fu Sinian leaned on the corridor wall and smoked a cigarette quietly, expressionless, but inexplicably decadent under the cold and dim light all around.
There was thin smoke, and the man lowered his head, his expression was very indifferent, or he could not see any emotions at all.
A few squashed cigarette butts were scattered under the feet in a mess.
He has been standing for three hours, just after two o'clock in the morning.
The phone in his pocket kept vibrating, he didn't move, and he didn't seem to be picking it up.
After a while, the door opened.
Pei Qian walked out and took off his mask. His handsome face was also a little tired, "Wake up, you can go in and take a look."
Fu Sinian finally raised his head and glanced at him with deep black eyes. Then he dropped half of the smoke in his hand and stomped it out. Smoke erupted from his mouth and nose. He walked over and patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
Pei Qian twitched the corners of his lips helplessly, "Look back and remember to give me more year-end awards."
"..."
In the spacious suite of Su Jian, the old man woke up leisurely and opened his muddy eyes. When he saw Fu Sinian standing in front of him, he was slightly startled, a little confused in his heart, but he still deliberately showed no anger. Ziwei looks like, "Why am I here?"
The man stood by the bed, his face as usual, and his tone was calm and quiet, "Some new equipment has been added here recently to help you recuperate, so I will have someone send you here."
The old man frowned, "When did you do it? How come I don't feel it at all?"
Fu Sinian's eyes didn't make any waves, "It's because you slept too deep, I let people lighten it, and it didn't disturb you."
"..."
The old man looked behind him, "Where is Momo? How is her health recently? How is the child?"
"She is fine, and the child is fine, because it's too late I let her go to bed first, and I will bring her over the next day."
He didn't tell him that Qiao Yimo was not in Jiangcheng at this time.
(End of this chapter)