The Villain CEO Always Mooches My Melons Ch. 12

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He slowly glanced at the people in the room, and his awe was intimidating.

The pressure from the former Fu Group chairman made everyone in the box quiet down.

An Xia quietly stuffed another piece of shrimp paste into his mouth.

[Old Chairman Fu only looks scary. Who would have thought that such a serious person likes to go to cat cafés to pet cats in private? If it weren't for the dignity of the head of the family, he would have wanted to keep a few cats at home!]

Fu Qingchen didn't expect that his father, who had always been serious, would have such a hobby. The majestic and respectable father in Fu Qingchen's mind suddenly became down-to-earth.

In this quiet atmosphere, the female secretary suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, and the false eyelashes on her eyelids almost flew up to the sky, "Mrs. Fu, I didn't expect you to like eating in such a fly-like restaurant. I don't know if the food here is clean or not. Will you get sick?"

Mrs. Fu didn't say anything, sitting on the chair and looking coldly at the female secretary who provoked her.

"I dare not approach such an unhygienic restaurant. It would be bad if I accidentally contracted some infectious disease. Mr. Fu must not like such a dirty place, right, Mr. Fu?"

As the female secretary spoke, she stretched out her hand and tried to touch Fu Wencheng's arm.

Mrs. Fu threw the bag in her hand on the ground, raised her hand and pointed to another empty seat next to her, "Fu Wencheng, sit here."

The female secretary sneered, just wanting to laugh at Mrs. Fu's wild imagination, how dare she let Fu Wencheng sit in such a small restaurant that was not up to the standard.

Who would have thought that the next second Fu Wencheng actually walked over and sat down next to Mrs. Fu without saying a word.

Mrs. Fu took a pair of clean chopsticks and handed them to him, and then picked up the meatballs in her bowl and gave them to him, "I cooked them myself, do you want to eat them?"

Fu Wencheng nodded silently, picked up the meatballs that Mrs. Fu had already bitten and put them into his mouth.

"Mr. Fu?!"

The female secretary looked incredulous, pointed at Mrs. Fu and screamed, "This woman just scolded you for being stupid in public, aren't you angry!"

Mrs. Fu smiled and asked her husband, "Are you stupid?"

Fu Wencheng looked up at his wife and nodded silently again.

Mrs. Fu snorted and looked up at the female secretary with contempt.

At this point, the winner was decided.

An Xia, who was watching the big melon of the rich family up close, had already started drinking mung bean soup.

[Hahahahahahaha, this female secretary must have never thought that Mr. Fu fell in love with Mrs. Fu at first sight, not only because Mrs. Fu was beautiful, but also because she had a pair of extremely beautiful cat eyes.]

[As long as Mrs. Fu glared, Mr. Fu, a senior cat slave, could not walk immediately.]

[Old Mr. Fu even regretted why Mr. Xiao Fu didn't look like his mother, but had a dead face like him every day.]

Mr. Xiao Fu, who was caught in the crossfire for no reason, said he he.

The female secretary wanted to say something else, but Mrs. Fu took the lead in attacking.

She asked her husband directly, "I don't like her, you fired her."

Fu Wencheng nodded immediately, and a long sentence rarely came out of his mouth, "The original secretary took a sick leave, and this person came to replace her, but she did not do a good job. She even stained my clothes at the drinking party yesterday, so I had to take a shower. I had planned to fire her today."

This explained why he was not there when Mrs. Fu called yesterday.

Mrs. Fu asked again, "Then why didn't you go home?"

"Because... because the stained clothes were your birthday gift to me, I was afraid that you would be angry, so I didn't dare to go home."

"Oh, it's just clothes, it's dirty, I'll buy a few more sets later!"

Mrs. Fu was moved to tears, and she was no longer angry.

[What a middle-aged pure love story, it seems that Old Mr. Fu's identity as a pure love warrior can no longer be concealed. You know, he folded 9,999 paper cranes by himself in order to pursue Mrs. Fu.]

[The glass vase with the paper cranes is still placed in the most conspicuous position in the living room of the Fu house.]

An Xia took a sip of snow-topped milk tea and updated the gossip information in time.

[By the way, when Mr. Xiao Fu was five years old, he kicked the glass vase over. For this reason, Old Mr. Fu secretly hid in the quilt and dropped little pearls in the middle of the night. In the end, Mrs. Fu coaxed him down.]

[The next day, the new vase was placed on a high platform— a high platform that a little potato Fu Qingchen could not touch no matter what.]

[Pfft... So Mr. Xiao Fu was still a little fat boy when he was five years old? He even wet the bed on purpose to avoid sleeping with his dad at night, hahahahahahahahaha...]

Only An Xia could see the photos in the gossip information, but his laughter was deafening. Fu Qingchen, whose dark history had been repeatedly read, was not calm.

Enough, please leave him a pair of underwear to cover his shame.

Now he was no different from running naked in front of An Xia.

His parents were still showing their affection, so it was up to him, the son, to deal with the mess.

Fu Qingchen stood up and shouted, "Bodyguard, take this secretary out. Doesn't she think the hot pot restaurant is dirty? From now on, all restaurants under Fu’s name must blacklist her. No store can be open to her!"

"Okay, Mr. Fu."

Suddenly, several strong men in black wearing sunglasses came out from nowhere, and took the female secretary out of the hot pot restaurant.

An Xia's eyes widened—

[D*mn! A great transformation!]

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