The Villain CEO Always Mooches My Melons Ch. 11

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"I'll give you 10 million, and you'll leave my mother."

The overbearing CEO, Mr. Fu, who rushed to the scene in a hurry, opened his thin lips and said this to the strange man standing next to his mother.

An Xia stood behind him and took a closer look, [He's still dark-skinned, Mr. Fu's mother is a fairy ah.]

Fu Qingchen didn't care about whether she was a fairy or not, he just wanted to quickly pull his "misguided" mother out.

But the dark-skinned man showed a very confused expression after hearing his words.

Fu Qingchen thought he was complaining about the little money he gave, so he immediately took out a stack of blank checks from his pocket and wrote down a series of zeros that made An Xia dizzy, "Not enough? Then I'll give you 100 million, as long as you..."

Before he finished speaking, the dark-skinned man finally realized after seeing the check and the countless zeros, "Oh! ?#$&?#%&..."

A long paragraph of unfamiliar language that people couldn't understand echoed in the ears of several people. Before Mr. Fu could react, Mrs. Fu, who had a delicate makeup, raised her diamond-studded handbag and smashed it hard on her son's forehead, "You little fool! This is your second cousin's child, you should call him brother!"

The "catching adultery scene" suddenly became a "recognition meeting". Mr. Fu blinked his eyes and didn't recover. Jian Wenlun, who was still tilting his neck, showed a clear and curious look again.

At this time, An Xia was busy looking for the information of the dark-skinned cousin, [Found it! It turns out that this person is really Fu Qingchen's distant cousin. He grew up in Thailand and returned to China with his family a few days ago to visit Mrs. Fu.]

[Today, he happened to be free, so he went shopping with Mrs. Fu who was in a bad mood.]

[It turned out that I didn't look closely before, hehehe...]

His cheerful and optimistic attitude silenced Fu Qingchen, who had a diamond red mark on the center of his forehead from the handbag.

[Let me see why Mrs. Fu was in a bad mood— ah! It turned out that it was because Mr. Fu didn't come home last night, and Mrs. Fu's call was answered by a strange woman.]

['Mrs. Fu, Mr. Fu is taking a shower. If you have anything, you can tell me first and I will tell him~']

An Xia started to use his best imitation skills again, and Fu Qingchen couldn't help but feel nauseous and a little tempted by his affected tone.

[Of course, Mr. Fu didn’t cheat at all. It was just that the phone call happened to be picked up by the scheming female secretary beside him.]

[But Mrs. Fu was a person who liked to keep things to herself and refused to ask Mr. Fu about this matter.]

[Mr. Fu was also a person who couldn’t get anything out of his own way. He knew that his wife was in a bad mood, but he just didn’t know how to comfort her.]

[It's obviously just a matter of words, but the two of them are so stiff now.]

An Xia sighed with some regret, and Fu Qingchen also felt helpless.

The farce ended with several people eating in a hot pot restaurant box.

In the clean and tidy box, five people were chatting enthusiastically around a pot of boiling beef hot pot.

Mrs. Fu quickly took the freshly cooked Gongcai meatballs from the pot and put them into the dipping sauce dish, while complaining to her son, "Your father is a stuffy guy! For so many years, he has said nothing except giving money, money, money!"

"Even if I rolled my eyes to the sky, he would only think that I wanted to buy stars again."

"Am I the kind of person who only cares about money!"

"Yes, yes, yes, of course you are not that kind of person." Fu Qingchen responded to his mother's words and stretched out his hand to pick up the last piece of tripe, but Mrs. Fu's movements were obviously faster than him.

He could only watch Mrs. Fu eat the crispy and chewy tripe with sauce.

Mr. Fu, who had only drunk a glass of iced American coffee since he got up: ...

Look at the other people's bowls, there were more or less trophies, only he, because he sat next to his mother, got nothing.

:)

Who proposed to eat hot pot!

"The culprit" An Xia was stuffing a bell roll soaked in spicy oil into his mouth. He was a little confused when he noticed Fu Qingchen's look.

Why wasn't this guy eating?

[As expected of Mr. Fu, he can survive with just a glass of iced Americano.]

[But he can't not eat now. When Mr. Fu comes, he won't be able to eat anymore. He's accompanied by that female secretary!]

An Xia looked at the boiling beef hot pot with some concern, wondering whether to ask the waiter to bring more dishes.

How could these few plates of meat be enough for so many people and so many mouths?

Caught off guard by the news that his father was about to arrive, Fu Qingchen subconsciously looked at his mother who was still loudly criticizing beside him.

She had now talked about her husband's unique shopping habit, "I've said that I don't like to buy too many bags, forty or fifty is enough. But he insisted on being stubborn with me, sending bags home every few days, and the cloakroom is almost full, and I have to choose some to send to other houses."

"He knows that I have a phobia of choice, isn't this obviously making things difficult for me!"

Mrs. Fu mixed the ice glutinous rice balls with one hand and picked up the diamond-studded handbag beside her with the other hand, "He also likes to buy even numbers, and now I don't know which one to carry when I go out."

"Qingchen, do you think your father is stupid?"

Fu Qingchen... Fu Qingchen didn't dare to say anything. He opened his mouth and looked past his mother to the door of the box.

His foolish father had arrived at the door of the box without knowing when, accompanied by a flashy female secretary.

As soon as Fu Wencheng arrived at the box, he heard his wife Su Yasu yelling that he was foolish.

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