After dinner, Fu Xiu called her upstairs. Fu Xiu handed her a bunch of documents from Xinghe Jiaojiao Company and gave her another plan to show her.

I could just read it casually and roughly understand Fu Xiu's previous plan. Xinghe Jiaojiao has indeed been eliminated by the entertainment industry. The company has no resources, no works, and no funds. Any artist with a little reputation has all switched to a better company. The remaining few people can't even reach the level of a small internet celebrity, and they just need to pay a few thousand yuan a month to check in at work.

If you want to revitalize the company, you can only make major rectifications and change it. So Fu Xiu originally planned to terminate all the old artists in the company who have no commercial value, change them from an entertainment company to an agency that trains artists, and sign Song Jiaojiao, the most popular and commercial value female star in recent years. As Xinghe Jiaojiao's main promoter, he signed a group of young artists with potential in the girl group and boy group, so that Song Jiaojiao can breastfeed them.

He even plans to invest in variety shows and online dramas.

In fact, there is no problem with this planning project. She has no doubt about Fu Xiu's ability to make money. Especially since Song Jiaojiao is so popular now, all male artists who have worked with her have become popular. With her in the milk company artist, she will definitely revitalize the "Xinghe Jiaojiao" after the big blood change.

But, it's not necessary.

She really didn't want to get involved, and Fu Xiu and Song Jiaojiao's two-way secret love.

Isn’t Song Jiaojiao able to abandon the top companies in the entertainment industry and come to this poor and small entertainment company just for Fu Xiu?

"How do you plan to run it?" Fu Xiu said while unbuttoning her shirt. "Maybe you misunderstood Ms. Song and me before, but business is business. She is the most commercially valuable among the popular artists. There is no other reason for me to sign her, so don't misunderstand."

Depend on?

All my heart was shocked, no, no, Fu Xiu was explaining to her?

The system suddenly went online, "Host, please pay attention to your salted fish index. "Jealousy" is not a salted fish behavior."

Depend on!

"Husband, you wouldn't have misunderstood that I took back the company because I was jealous of Miss Song, right?" Doona asked hurriedly.

Fu Xiu paused his fingers with unbuttoned buttons, looked up at her, with an expression of "Isn't it?"

He actually had abdominal muscles under his open shirt.

You can try your best to keep your eyes open and say sincerely: "Husband, why do you think so? Didn't we agree to only treat each other as good friends?" Hurry up and give up his damn idea!

"I have thought it through three years of recuperation abroad. We are more suitable for family members. In my heart, I have long regarded you as my brother!" Everyone said sincerely.

"..." Fu Xiu looked at her anxious and sincere gaze, for some reason, as if he was afraid that he would "rush up" to misunderstand.

"Why?" He turned around and took off his shirt and put on a casual black T-shirt.

Why?

Because she simply disgusted Song Jiaojiao to join her company!

But he would definitely misunderstand that she was disgusting because Song Jiaojiao was his white moonlight.

That would have to deduct her money!

Everyone just said: "Because Miss Song is not popular enough."

Fu Xiu looked back at her in surprise, and his face clearly wrote: She is not red enough?

It's just not very popular.

They all laughed and said, "If my company wants to sign, sign the top trend."

Fu Xiu chuckled and slowly walked back to her and said, "It's okay, the contracted artist is not buying luggage, but he likes the payment and buys it. Do you know how many top-level artists are staring at it? Xinghe Jiaojiao does not have this strength yet."

"Oh." No one smiled at him indifferently and said, "How can you know if you don't try it? Miss Song is very good and has great strength. She deserves her husband to set up a personal economic company for her, but it does not conform to my business philosophy."

She put the planning project on the table and breathed a sigh of relief. Now he wouldn't have misunderstood that she and Song Jiaojiao were jealous, right?

He should be thinking that she is such a naive rich wife who is not as good as the world.

Everyone could go out of the room with satisfaction and take care of the old man for some drip.

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Fu Shaoshu was also there in the old man's room. He was sitting in a wheelchair and holding his cheek boredly, as if waiting for something.

Seeing her come in, he looked at her.

There was only him and a nurse in the room. Jiang Minmin was cleaning up the room for him, and Fu Shaoan handled official duties in the study.

Zhao Ming went back to Fu Shaoshu's villa to pick up his luggage.

The room was quiet, and I called "Second Uncle" and sat next to the old man's bed.

The nurse left after injecting fluid for him.

You can follow the customs and read the news of the day for the old man while watching the liquid for the old man.

Her voice filled the room gently, like some kind of hypnotic potion, and Fu Shaoshu quietly looked at her who was thinking about the news.

He had just taken the medicine, and his stomach was cramping. It was time for him to go to bed.

But he wanted to see her again.

She was reading the news on her phone, and her black hair hung on her fair cheeks, making people want to touch her behind her ears.

He lowered his head and picked up the cell phone beside him, and typing a few words calmly.

Duke's phone buzzed and her voice paused for a moment, and it was a WeChat message.

[Nangong.Daji.Diet's Sorrow]: I'm starting to miss you again.

Everyone looked at the old man. He was already drowsy and almost fell asleep. Uncle Fu Er held his cheek and kept scratching his phone with his fingers, as if he was browsing Weibo.

All of them can be turned off the news and lowered their heads to reply to the little butterfly: [Hug] Have you encountered any difficulties again? Don’t be afraid, you will soon adapt to the new world.

Fu Shaoshu kept refreshing WeChat's fingers and paused. An unread WeChat message was at the top. He didn't turn on the sound reminder or vibration reminder, and quietly typed a few more words back.

The phone that was duoka shook again.

[Nangong.Daji.Diet's Sorrow]: No, I just miss you simply, I want you to talk to me.

I couldn't help but smile. This sister is too sweet.

She replied: [Kiss] Why are you so sweet ~

[Nangong.Daji.Double's Sorrow]: I am only so sweet to you.

I smiled at my aunt and replied to her: If I hadn't known that you were a woman, I would have thought you were flirting with me~

Fu Shaoshu raised her eyes and looked at her quietly. She smiled with a loving look on her face.

He lowered his eyes and thought about it before replying to her.

[Nangong.Daji.Diet's Sorrow]: Do your sister like to be flirted with?

All: I don’t like it very much~ my sister likes to flirt with others.

[Nangong.Daji.Diet's Sorrow]: Can my sister teach me how to flirt with others? I am too stupid and can't flirt with the person I like.

They all relied on the back of the chair and thought for a while: Is the little butterfly going to guide the mission object? What type?

Fu Shaoshu can reply when she sees it—

[Nangong.Daji.Daji's Sorrow]: Married type.

He could freeze for a moment if he could see the naked eye, then frowned and thought for a while before he lowered his head to type again.

[Everyone]: Is the task that Little Butterfly got is to be a vicious female supporting role? [Hug] Thank you for your hard work. My experience is that we must do our quick wear task, don’t feel real.

Don't feel real.

Fu Shaoshu looked at her and became frustrated. Has she never felt true feelings in those fast-moving worlds?

He and her had never felt the truth in their hearts every day and night?

She replied again: You want to guide the married male protagonist, try to be fragile, show him your most vulnerable side only, and love him, so that he feels that he is your savior and you are his kitten.

Fu Shaoshu looked at her, not sure whether she was angry or wanted to laugh. She used to snuggle in his arms, but she didn't look like a little cat or a little fox.

But he was still fooled by her.

She was so beautiful and so delicate, gently hooking his waist, and he knew the taste.

She is still typing seriously.

The colic in Fu Shaoshu's stomach became more and more intense, and her lips began to numb. Finally, she couldn't help but stand up from the wheelchair and rushed to the bathroom quickly.

"Clang" and knocked open the door and rushed in.

All of them were startled and looked up quickly. They only saw him rushing into the bathroom. Before he could even close the door, he heard a slashing sound of the faucet and the sound of dry retching.

The sound of running water almost covered the dry retching sound, but his muffled cough sounded...that was shocking, as if he was about to spit out his internal organs.

Is he okay?

He vomited for a long time, but there was no sound for a long time, only the sound of water flowing.

"Uncle Second, are you okay?" asked worriedly, but couldn't hear his response. He hesitated for a moment, put down his phone and walked slowly outside the bathroom door.

The door was open, and she saw Fu Shaoshu leaning against the sink, with her head hanging down, her face and most of her body wet, and the faucet was on. His face turned pale, with his eyes tightly closed, and his wrist bruises on the sink were extremely obvious.

"Uncle Second... are you okay?" Do you asked him softly.

He opened his eyes and looked up at him. His eyes and lips were red, as if he was crying, but he smiled weakly at her.

"Coco." His throat was hoarse and he called her softly: "Uncle Second... is so uncomfortable."

He looks extremely weak.

Everyone said unbearably: "I'll call the doctor for you." He turned around and wanted to leave, and a hand behind him hooked her waist, hooked her back two steps, and fell into a hug.

The person behind her hugged her, and the wet clothes were pressed against her back.

Doro's whole body stiffened. He buried his forehead on her shoulders, and his wet hair wet her neck, and his arms and body were trembling slightly.

He said dumbly and depressedly: "Uncle Second is so uncomfortable, Coco, you are pitiful, uncle second..."
Chapter completed!