Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   The place that Fu Zhiyan was looking for was a community. Compared with the luxurious No. 1 courtyard, the community could only be regarded as ordinary. Fortunately, the bulky luggage, clothes and the like have already been delivered. For the small ones, they only brought Fu Xiaojiu's milk powder and the like, and only packed a suitcase.

   Fu Zhiyan led the way, took them up to the 8th floor, took out the key and entered the door.

   As soon as he went in, after a day of running around, the tired cat Fu couldn't help complaining, "It's so small."

   "Daddy, are we going to live here in the future?"

  Han Xiaoye quickly took a look. This house has 3 bedrooms, 2 living rooms, 1 kitchen and 2 bathrooms. It is about 120 square meters. In her eyes, it is not small at all.

  Thinking that she had lived in Han Susu's house back then, four people were crammed into a house of 80 square meters. In her opinion, more than 120 square meters was not small at all.

   But for Kitty Fu, who has never lived outside of a villa, more than 120 square meters is the size of his own yard, and he instinctively feels it is small.

  Fu Zhiyan didn't say a word, and led him to one of the rooms, "You live here."

   Kitten Fu looked inside and didn't like it even more. There is only one bed, desk, and not even a computer. And the quilts are all messed up, he pouted, "...I don't like it here."

   "These, you need to tidy up by yourself tonight, and then you can sleep." As if he didn't hear it, Fu Zhiyan said coldly, "Of course, if you can bear it, you can leave it unorganized, it's always like this."

   Kitten Fu frowned fiercely. He didn't inherit anything from Fu Zhiyan, but he inherited one of Fu Zhiyan's biggest problems - cleanliness!

  Although it wasn't as serious as his own father's, it wasn't much better. Let him sleep in a messy environment, it's better to beat him up.

   Kitty Fu muttered, "Where's Aunt Liu? Will Aunt Liu live with us in the future?"

   "Aunt Liu is here during the day and will cook for you, but won't help you clean up the room." Fu Zhiyan ruthlessly crushed his hopes.

  Fu Kitten got angry. As soon as his little temper came up, he sat on it and growled aggrievedly, "I don't like it here, I don't want to clean it up."

  Han Xiaoye felt sorry for him, and just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by a look from the man. She remembered that she couldn't get used to the kitten's idea before, and gritted her teeth and endured it.

   Kitty Fu sat there and was sulking, only to find that no one at home paid him any attention. Neither his mother nor his grandmother, who loves him, pays any attention to him. He was immediately aggrieved. After running around for more than six hours, he was tired and hungry, and his eyes couldn't help turning red.

   He sniffed silently, didn't cry, got up, and started tidying up his room.

   When Han Xiaoye and Feng Yaqin had sorted out their things and prepared to eat, he walked out of the room with a sullen face. Running in front of Han Xiaoye, he said uncomfortably, "Mummy, I want to take a bath."

  Han Xiaoye couldn't help feeling distressed for a long time. As soon as he heard him shout, he immediately took him to the bathroom. After taking a shower, he dried him and put on his clothes again.

Fu Xiaoyao's temper came and went quickly. Before, he had a pitiful stinky face, but now he has washed clean and feels comfortable, and laughed again, doing Luffy's signature move, triumphantly, "Mummy, I Just cleaned up the room."

"Yes?"

   "I cleaned up very cleanly, very, very cleanly!" He looked like "please praise me, praise me quickly" but he was embarrassed to call Han Xiaoye to praise him directly, and wanted to be praised.

  Han Xiaoye couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth and touched his head, "The kitten is so good."

   "Apart from being good?"

   "The kitten is amazing."

   Kitty Fu is satisfied! He put on his clothes and put on his own exclusive slippers, "That's right, I'm the best."

   After he finished speaking, he played with his hands awkwardly, "Mummy."

   "Huh?" Han Xiaoye was helping him clean up the bathroom, helping him pack up the toiletries so that no one else could step on and slip.

  Fu Kitten looked at her, seemingly embarrassed. But the inner desire still broke his restraint and good face. He whispered, "Mummy, can you sleep with me tonight?"

  Han Xiaoye turned to look at him.

  Fu Kitten didn't dare to look at her, and whispered, "I'm not a little kid who wants Mommy to sleep with me, I'm already a man. But tonight is an exception, I want to sleep next to you."

  Han Xiaoye's heart softened, "Okay."

   In fact, she knew in her heart that Fu Kitten wanted to sleep next to her. It's just that I'm not used to the unfamiliar place for the first time, and I'm afraid to sleep alone at night.

   "Let's go, go out to eat."

   "Okay." The big stone in his heart fell, and Kitty Fu became carefree again.

  …

   On the other side, Beijing City.

  On the eve of YG's bankruptcy, Xiao Han, the new president, entered the YG building under the pursuit of everyone.

   "Mr. Xiao, President Xiao, do you intend to build a new business empire when you take over YG this time?"

   "Mr. Xiao, may I ask if Mr. Fu, the former president of YG, will continue to attend YG board meetings as a director?"

   "Mr. Xiao, President Xiao, what prompted you to take over YG? Do you have any new developments to share with you?"

   A group of reporters who came to hear the news held long guns and short cannons, and the spotlights flashed non-stop. It's a pity that the dangerous man didn't answer anyone's question except for a smile on the corner of his mouth. All the way, surrounded by the secretary, he walked quickly into the YG Group building. In the next second, the security guards formed a human wall, blocking the reporters from the outside, and did not give the reporters a chance to shoot.

   All the way up to the 44th floor, Xiao Han was in a good mood.

   Until he entered the president's office, his mood was extremely good, unparalleled.

   He looked at the simple office, ran his fingers over the slow books on the bookshelf, and sat down on the swivel chair of the CEO's desk.

   "Whoosh."

He showed a sinister smile and said to the directors in the office, "Look, isn't life like this swivel chair? Turn a circle, and your destiny will be very different. Some people are sitting Here, some people have disappeared."

  The directors were silent.

   Xiao Han put his hands on the desk, high-spirited, "Mr. Liu, give me the financial statement I asked you to sort out."

   The person named gave him a folder with a strange look.

   He raised the corner of his mouth and opened it, the more he looked, the more solidified the curvature of the corner of his mouth. At the end, his face completely sank. It was as if a rainstorm suddenly fell on a sunny day in June, and the bone-chilling chill seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow!

"Snapped!"

The    folder was slammed to the ground, and the man in the swivel chair quickly stood up and twisted the collar of the man who had just handed the folder, his face ashen, "What is this?!"