Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy

  Chapter 179 Uncle Joe is planning to make a dead father

  Song Feng lay down on the bed at night, and talked with Fu Shen for nearly an hour, until Qiao Aiyun knocked on the door and urged her to turn off the light to sleep, she pressed the switch and got into the bed.

  Qiao Aiyun stood at the door of her room for a while. The soundproofing effect of the room was good. She couldn't hear the movement inside. She turned and left until the light leaking from the gap in the door disappeared.

  She tilted her head and glanced at her watch: It's almost twelve o'clock, why is she busy without sleeping?

  She thought that Song Fengwan was too excited after the exam, and she was probably playing with her mobile phone. She didn't think her daughter was making a secret phone call.

  Song Feng had just finished the exam and was inevitably a little excited. From the strange work of the invigilator in the exam room, to the windy window of Yuncheng University, it seemed that there was something to say.

  Fu Shen leaned against the bed, with a faint smile floating around his mouth.

  It wasn't until twelve o'clock that Song Fengwan coughed twice, "Brother, it's so late."

"Ok."

   "I seem to be too able to talk."

   "It's okay, I like to listen to you."

  Song Feng night bit his lip, "It's getting late, let's go to sleep."

   "Together?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows, his voice was dumb, as if he was lingering in her ears.

  Song Fengwan's ears were slightly hot, "Well, go to sleep."

   said they wanted to go to bed, and the two of them hung up the phone for more than ten minutes.

  Fu Shen glanced at the call time.

  1: 52:00

  If you connect, I love you all the time...

  This is the first time they have called for such a long time. It is worth remembering.

  Fu Shen rarely went to bed so late. He hung up the phone and was no longer sleepy. After calling for nearly two hours, his mouth would inevitably be dry. He went downstairs to pour some warm water, and he caught a glimpse of snow outside the window...

  He walked to the window, the street light was warm yellow and dim, and the snowflakes were finely fragmented, like salt chips, swept by the cold wind like waves, flying around.

   Yuncheng is south, and the snow is not heavy, it melts when it enters the ground, but it also has a unique sense of beauty.

  When he was about to go back to the room, he heard the sound of closing doors from upstairs, followed by the sound of crept downstairs, clearly restraining his strength, for fear of being discovered.

   He squinted his eyes and saw a dark figure come down, and he could guess who it was based on his body shape.

  Fu Shen did not turn on the light. He was hidden in the dark, rubbing the water glass in his hand, watching his footsteps gently touch the door, and he would open the door without changing his shoes.

   "In the middle of the night, what are you doing!"

  Fu Yuxiu had just touched the doorknob with his fingers, and he was so frightened that he heard a deep and quiet voice coming from behind.

  My legs softened and he almost knelt.

  Fu Shen turned on the floor lamp beside him, and his figure was instantly illuminated.

   "San... Sanshu?" Fu Yuxiu turned stiffly, his voice trembling, and his lips trembled, turning pale with fright.

  It’s so amazing, his third uncle is late at night, why don’t you sleep! It's almost one o'clock in the morning, he is alone in the living room, why doesn't he turn on the light?

  "Why go out so late?" Fu Shen did not expect Fu Yuxiu to be so obsessed.

  Being a thief in the middle of the night for Jiang Fengya.

   "It's nothing..." His voice was weak and feeble, and his heart was still beating in disorder at the moment, and his three souls and seven souls were about to be frightened.

   "Since there is nothing, go back to sleep. I thought you were going out to see whom?"

   "Where is it, who can I see at this night." Fu Yuxiu really wanted to cry.

  He owed his third uncle in his last life, and he was so tortured in this life.

  Fu Shen drank water slowly and looked at him quietly.

  The look in his eyes seemed to see everything through, he gritted his teeth bitterly, and could only roll back to the room numbly.

  Fu Shen helplessly shook his head.

  He really couldn’t figure out why Fu Yuxiu was fascinated by Jiang Fengya.

  In fact, Fu Yuxiu’s personality is not like that of the Fu family. He has been living in a greenhouse. Naturally, he does not know the sinister ways of the world. With such a strong mother, life is too smooth and lacks tempering.

  Leaving home, maybe even unable to support yourself, still wanting to be the savior of others?

  Fu Shenwu smiled to himself, too ridiculous, if he is so obsessed, sooner or later he will fall into a big somersault.

   Jiang Fengya has a deep heart. If Song Jingren is completely defeated, she will definitely find a new backer. Fu Yuxiu is the best choice, and then I am afraid that there will be another storm...

  Fu Shen finished drinking the remaining warm water before turning upstairs.

  **

  In the next few days, everyone was busy except Song Fengwan.

The   Yutang spring holiday sales incident was clarified after Qiao Aiyun finished the press conference. The police intervened and reported the progress of the case. It was indeed a planting. The family had been detained except for the underage child.

  It’s just that the police couldn’t find evidence of Song Jingren’s involvement. The dialogues at the press conference and the testimony of the prisoners alone are not enough to identify him as the mastermind.

  Through this incident, Yutangchun was once again pushed into the public eye.

  A century-old shop, hand-carved, the jade shape is unique and vivid, completely different from the machine processing and polishing. At the new year, many people are going to buy jade, and the business orders are several times higher than usual.

  The business can’t be taken care of, Qiao Xiyan had to go back to Wu Su’s main store to help with cooking, while Qiao Wangbei stayed to help Qiao Aiyun in the divorce lawsuit.

  Song Jingren is not having a good time here.

  Qiao Wangbei was kicked out of the house that day. He was only wearing thin pajamas. His old injury was not healed, and he was beaten violently by him, and his body was so painful that he almost lost consciousness.

  He caught a cold and fever that night when he was sent to the hospital, and almost killed him half his life.

  Fortunately, Jiang Feng Yayi took care of him, which made Song Jingren very moved...

  Qiao Wangbei came. He was scared in his heart. He couldn't find a good way to deal with him at the moment. He had a headache every day, and at this time the company had problems.

  When Secretary Zhang ran to the hospital, he was leaning on the bed for breakfast...

   "Mr. Song, something is wrong!" He pushed the door and entered, with a loud noise.

  When he was kicked out of the house, Secretary Zhang left him alone, and Song Jingren had already criticized him in his heart.

  If you don't fire him, it's just that there are still many things that need his help. At this moment, if you change the secretary, you can't take over the work.

   He squeezed the chopsticks in his hand and glanced at Secretary Zhang, "What is the ghost roar?"

   "President Song, it's over, this time really..." Secretary Zhang turned pale, panting heavily, and spoke intermittently.

  Song Jingren has been in a irritable mood recently, and he can't hear such bad words the most. He directly lifted the lunch box in front of him and threw it directly at him.

  "Damn, you can try another nonsense!"

  Jiang Fengya was so frightened that she stood still on one side.

  A box of white porridge, all on Secretary Zhang’s clothes, sticky, white and waxy, hot and scorching, Secretary Zhang breathed and did not dare to make a loud noise.

   "Say, what happened again? I tell you, if there is nothing big, I will have to expose your skin." Song Jingren threw his chopsticks directly away with anger.

  Early in the morning, the fire and bad luck.

  "All the directors of the company came to the company this morning and said that they would hold a board of directors."

   "Nonsense, I'm still here, what kind of board of directors." Song Jingren snorted coldly.

   "I've inquired in private, it's the husband... Ms. Qiao informed."

  Song Jingren's pupils dilated slightly, "Why is she!"

   "Apart from you, she is the largest shareholder and has the right to convene director shareholders." Secretary Zhang whispered.

   "What does she want to do!" Song Jingren couldn't sit still at all when the company was involved.

  "I heard that she told many people that you said that you were sick and hospitalized and you could not take care of the company, and the company cannot be left alone, so..."

   "Bastard!" Song Jingren was so angry that he raised his hand and knocked over a fruit basket at the head of the bed. "Qiao Aiyun wants to kick me out of the company while I am away? There is no door at all."

  "This is my many years of hard work, can it still fall into her hands?"

   "I knew she wouldn't give up like this, this bitch!"

   "Dad, calm down, this company is yours. She wants to take it away. How could it be so easy." Jiang Fengya calmed him out.

  She is more nervous than Song Jingren, and her heart is throbbing. She has only been a young lady for a few days, and she does not want to be beaten back to her original form so quickly.

   "What's the situation now? How many people have passed?" Song Jingren kicked the quilt and got out of bed.

   "Almost everything has passed." Secretary Zhang's voice was timid.

  "I'm not thin to these dogs, but now that I am losing power, I am going to kick me away, bastard." Song Jingren didn't even wear any clothes, and walked outside.

   "Dad, put on some clothes." Jiang Fengya's heart jumped.

   hated Qiao Aiyun in her heart.

  Secretary Zhang looked down at his clothes, feeling uncomfortable in his heart, gritted his teeth, or chased after him.

  "Why are you grinding your chicks behind? Don't drive downstairs first." Song Jingren glanced at Secretary Zhang, "Success is less than failure."

  At the previous press conference, if he hadn’t turned off his phone and was frightened by Qiao Aiyun’s several threats, things wouldn’t be like this.

  It’s so stupid.

   Secretary Zhang gritted his teeth and went downstairs first by running the stairs from one side.

  **

  Fu's House in Yuncheng

  Fu Yuxiu is going crazy these days. This time is just about the New Year's Eve. There are no courses at school. He hardly needs to go to school. Many of his classmates are traveling together. He is still trapped at home.

  Fu Shen did not leave, and did not go out all day.

  Sun Qionghua gave him the task: to take good care of Fu Shen.

  Serve?

  This is completely called by Fu Chen as a slave.

  Fu Shen couldn't go out, he couldn't even step through the door. He copied the Buddhist scriptures, so he was responsible for studying ink and turning the pages. This day is so frustrating.

  "San Ye..." Shifang knocked on the door, as if he had something to say.

   "Yu Xiu, you go out first." Fu Chen lowered his head to copy the scriptures, without raising his head.

   Fu Yuxiu is relieved, shit, staying with him is almost suffocated.

  Get up at six o'clock, take a walk, drink tea, copy the scriptures, watch the news broadcast, are people still living?

  He complained to his mother, and Sun Qionghua said directly: "You are too impetuous, follow your third uncle, hone your temper, and have a good relationship with him, it is only good for you, so just bear it."

  At this moment, Fu Chen was pardoned, and he hurried out with a smile.

  Shi Fang made sure that he was going far, and then closed the door.

   "San Ye, there is action at Qiao's house."

"Ok?"

  "Ms. Qiao contacted the company’s shareholders last night and opened the board of directors this morning. She wanted to take advantage of Song Jingren’s absence and let him go."

  Fu Shen glanced at one side of the Buddhist scriptures and concentrated on transcribing.

   "Song Jingren has already set off from the hospital and rushed to the company. He has a great influence in the company. I think it is difficult for Ms. Qiao to drive him away."

  Analyzed objectively from the ten directions, no one in the Qiao family is expected to do business, and the company was founded by Song Jingren. It is no easy task to shake him up.

   "Although the major shareholders and directors have gone, I think things are still difficult."

  "Qiao Wangbei has also passed by. I think this 80% is his idea. It is definitely not the best strategy to **** the company now. Do you think Mr. Joe is too impulsive?"

  Shifang can't see through it, even if the company really falls into their hands, it will not be able to operate.

Song Jingren is too powerful and has a good reputation in the company. The group of people who follow him are the mainstay of the company. Once he leaves, he might take away a large number of backbones. Such a company can only wait for it to get back. dead.

   "You look down on this Mr. Qiao too much. Do you really think he is in the company?" Fu Chen put aside his pen.

   "What do you mean by this?"

   "You wait and see, I've already said..." Fu Chen picked up the Buddhist scriptures that had just been copied, and looked at it carefully. "The Qiao family is definitely underestimated by everyone."

   "It's not easy to mess with father and son."

  Shi Fang raised his eyebrows without saying a word.

   "He obviously wanted to kill Song Jingren completely."

  The current situation is completely blind to the ten directions, and can only follow with nodding. It is rare for the third master to say something to praise, and he can't be wrong when he sees people.

  "San Ye, since the Qiao family's father and son are so powerful, wouldn't it be even more difficult for you to marry Miss Song in the future?"

  Fu Shen shook his fingertips and looked at him coldly.

   "Too many words, get out!"

  Shi Fang is speechless.

  He just told the truth, why is he still angry.

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