"Well, did you pretend to be wrong?" Feng Zijun looked at the butler and said with a smile. For the past ten days, Miss Feng hasn’t gone out, and she doesn’t need to wear shoes, now I’m going home, and my husband asked Miss Feng to bring them back.”
What? Bring back? Feng Zijun came out of his head in a strange way, "Hands are short, mouth is short, although these ten days have been eating him and wearing him, but this is not a last resort, and I don't want to leave, it's this man who is holding me tight." , so I can only eat his clothes and wear his clothes, but it's not good to take them away.
Thinking about it, she quickly waved her hands: "No, no need, let your husband give it to someone else." As she said, Feng Yue and her son were about to leave, but suddenly heard a sentence from the other side of the stairs: "She doesn't want it, Just throw these out."
The butler looked at Feng Zijun in embarrassment, and Feng Zijun looked at the two large boxes of clothes and shoes on the ground in confusion, wondering if this was a cover set up by a man for her, but thinking about it, it seemed that the man would not bother with such a thing, these clothes What a pity to throw it out.
Feng Yi observed his mother for a while, and whispered: "Junjun, didn't you tell me not to waste it, sir, should you set an example."
Feng Zijun took a look at his son and felt that he had really failed as a mother, so he told the housekeeper, "Then I'll take these away."
The butler seemed to be relieved, and hurriedly asked people to move them out and put them on Feng Yue's car, and sent the three of them away respectfully. Chu Yanshen watched Feng Zijun get into the car without looking back from the study on the second floor, and followed with a cold expression. Like a layer of icicles.
It wasn't until the car drove far away that Chu Yanshen's villa could no longer be seen that Feng Zijun breathed a sigh of relief, but she heard her son beside her say, "Junjun, you are afraid of Uncle Chu!"
"Who, who is afraid of him?" Feng Zijun hurriedly retorted, and Feng nodded: "Junjun, is your reaction a guilty conscience? Did Junjun do something to offend Uncle Chu?"
Feng Zijun hurriedly covered his mouth: "Hu, what nonsense, mother doesn't know him at all."
Feng Yue hastily pulled her hand away: "You cover Feng Yi like this, what if you turn around and bore him to death?" He said and threw the half-eaten potato chips in his hand to Zijun, and he hugged Feng Yi and put them in another place. On the one hand, it meant that I was afraid that Zijun, his own mother, would do something to Feng Yi.
After placing Feng Yi, Feng Yue's cell phone rang. It was Qiao Yun. Feng Yue picked it up, but suddenly stared at Feng Zijun with wide eyes: "You said Zijun signed it?"
Feng Zijun squeezed a piece and put it in his mouth, Kaba Kaba started to chew, and looked sideways at Feng Yue when he heard Feng Yue's words: "What did I sign?"
Feng Yue put down his phone and looked at her seriously: "Is it true that Qiao Yun said that you signed Feng Yi to Chu?"
Feng Zijun nodded, but Feng Yue suddenly broke out: "Feng Zijun, why are you a mother? Six years ago, you were pregnant with Feng Yi and went abroad. I won't ask, but do you have any sense of being a mother? Do you know how chaotic our circle is? Feng Yi is only five years old. How nice it was to have a normal childhood. You actually sold your son for money. Your conscience was eaten by a dog. Besides, filming is so hard, you Don’t feel bad, I still feel bad, no, return the money immediately and terminate the contract.”
Feng Zijun shrank his neck: "Yes, but, I have already spent the money." "Spent?" Feng Yue was stunned: "Two million, what did you spend?"
"That, that, buy a house, a three-bedroom apartment in Mingzhu Court, 2.67 million, and the rest was lent to me by Chu Yanshen. In a word, the money cannot be returned."
Qiao Yun glanced at Feng Yue, who had been sulking since returning home, then at Feng Zijun, who was putting on a dead pig who was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, and then at Xiao Feng Yi, who seemed to have nothing to do with him, Qiao Yun couldn't help it. It's funny, the family's reaction is really...
In fact, she has always felt that if Feng Yi and Feng Yue partnered in the father-son movie, it might achieve extraordinary results. The main tone of father and son is relatively dark, and Feng Yi can definitely become a bright spot in the father-son relationship. A big production, a big movie, and a good book that is heading for an international award are all rare opportunities for anyone. Even if Feng Yi doesn't want to go on the road of the entertainment industry in the future, going out to exercise now will have a great impact on his life. It doesn't hurt either.
Besides, this circle is chaotic, but there are certain rules, not to mention, there is a big boss at the top, and the uncle Feng Yue is at the bottom, and Feng Yi is such a smart kid, so he can still suffer.
Feng Yue was too nervous about this nephew, but it also made Qiao Yun see a different side of Feng Yue. In the past three years, she felt that Feng Yue in private was just a real man after stripping off the bright and beautiful coat in front of the screen. No wonder, people say that men mature late. Twenty-four years old is still in the growth stage for men, and it is not mature at all. After Feng Yi, Feng Yue, the uncle, became a There is a style. Qiao Yun even felt that Feng Yue's gentleness in front of Feng Yi was very touching.
At this point of thought, Qiao Yun subconsciously shook her head, thinking what was she thinking. In her opinion, Feng Yue was a little unfounded, and the relationship between Feng Zijun and the big boss Chu Yanshen was also quite intriguing.
Qiao Yun patted Feng Yi, who was afraid of being next to him, and pouted at Feng Yue. The only one who could persuade Feng Yue was this little guy. Feng Yi understood, stood up, walked over and called, "Uncle."
Feng Yue hugged his nephew on his lap and comforted him: "Feng Yi, don't be afraid, uncle won't let you go."
Feng Yue blinked: "But, uncle, I want to go."
Feng Yue looked at him in astonishment: "You want to go, why? You know that filming is very hard and tiring."
Feng Yidao: "With my uncle around, I'm not afraid. Besides, I'm interested in acting and want to try it."
Qiao Yun chimed in at the right time: "That is to say, Feng Yi didn't go by himself. You uncle and nephew ate together, lived together, and filmed together, so how could you suffer? Besides, wouldn't I be with you? I would too." Take care of Feng Yi."
"But your studies...you will start school next year." Feng Yue still hesitated.
But Feng Zijun interrupted: "Feng Yi's studies are fine, even if he doesn't go to primary school, it's not a big problem."
Feng Yue glared at her, Feng Zijun shut up shyly, anyway, she spent the money, it is impossible to get it back, and it is not selling her son, why not just filming, with Feng Yue as uncle here, why worry, she should now think about how to do it as soon as possible Submit the design drawing of the resort in your own hand, and it will save trouble in the future.
I can be at ease busy with the decoration of the Pearl Garden, this weekend I asked Shanshan to take my son to go to the decoration city, thinking so, I called Shanshan on the phone.
When Feng Zijun called, Shanshan was trembling in Boss Chu's office. It was the first time she had been on the twenty-eighth floor in the six years she had been in the Chu family. Strolling around on the 18th floor, the people who can come up are either the group executives, or the assistant secretary of the big boss who is close to him. Others can't even touch the edge of the 28th floor.
Shanshan didn't expect that she would be summoned by the big boss six years later, but she felt tense and weak for a while. She had to connect this matter with Feng Zijun, that stupid woman. She had heard that the big boss's family There's a secret lover in hiding, word spread all over the company.
After Shanshan heard it, Feng Zijun was the first thing she thought of. She hurriedly called her cell phone, but no one answered, and she sent a text message to WeChat, but there was no response. Shanshan felt as if fifteen buckets had been dropped. Eight times, wondering if the boss knew what happened six years ago, and in a fit of anger, got Feng Zijun into the big boss's den, and then did that, then, should I, the accomplice, follow along? implicated.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that when he saw Zhao Tezhu, who was passing on the words of the big boss, his legs gave way and almost fell to the ground, Zhao Dong hurriedly reached out to support her, and said with a smile, "It's not Chinese New Year yet, so it's better to kowtow earlier."
Shanshan rolled his eyes at him, thinking well, who kowtowed to him, reluctantly followed Zhao Tezhu into the elevator, and then began to scan around: "Well, Zhao Tezhu, what does the boss want me to be an assistant for? "
Zhao Dong looked at her amusedly, his legs trembled in fear, but he still pretended nothing had happened, Zhao Dong's eyes flickered, and suddenly he had the idea of teasing her, leaned over, lowered his head, and whispered in her ear : "What do you mean, you are not secretly in love with the big boss, maybe the big boss has taken a fancy to you."
Shanshan hurriedly took a step back: "You think I'm stupid, didn't you say last time that I'm not the big boss's job?"
Zhao Dong laughed: "Do people's tastes always change?" As he spoke, he looked at her from top to bottom and said, "Maybe the boss is tired of eating big fish and meat, so he wants to eat pickled radish strips to relieve his boredom. "
How did Shanshan hear this? How did she find this remark unpleasant: "You, who are you calling pickled radish sticks?" Is it a satire on her dark skin? She is a healthy wheat color, okay? It's so hot, I look forward to being like her.
Zhao Dong waved his hand: "I didn't say it, you said it yourself."
Shanshan's teeth were itchy with anger, how could she have had a crush on this man in the past, this man is so vicious to the point of heinous, as expected, you can't look at the appearance of a man, you have to look at the inside, this man is just as good as his appearance , the inside is blacker than ink.
Shanshan was terrified to death, but she had just entered the boss's office, before she could stand still, the phone rang, and it kept ringing.
She regrets so much now how she changed the ringtone to Little Apple last night, so that the president's tall office is now filled with the melody of Little Apple: "You are my little, little Apple..." Shanshan really wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in. This is simply the rhythm of courting death.
Half of Zhao Dongren's face twitched, this girl is really good, Chu Yanshen didn't seem to be affected by it, she didn't even raise her head, but after thinking about the ringing for a second time, she said: "Go ahead."