Chapter 232: Master of the People 3 [Please give me a monthly ticket]

Fu Chi's posture is elegant and decent, like the elegant and gentleman nobleman in old movies, poured Mr. Jia a cup of tea.

"I hope you forgive me and don't be as good as us." The more polite Fu Chi's mouth, the colder his eyes were, "Why don't Mr. Jia drink it? Do you dislike the tea I poured?"

The water in the teapot is boiling water that the waiter has just added for a while, and it is still emitting boiling heat. If you drink it, you will probably burn it out in your mouth!

But who dares not drink the tea that Mr. Fu poured?

No one dares!

Especially Mr. Jia, he had seen Fu Chi's methods and knew that the gentleness Fu Chi showed at this time was all illusion!

The real Fu Chi is something they can't afford to offend!

"I drink, I drink!" Mr. Jia took the lead in drinking the hot cup of tea, pouring boiling water into his throat, making his throat hurt, but he still had to smile, "Good tea! What a good tea!"

Mr. Jia drank all the drinks. Others had a family background and status that were not as good as him. They were all fence-bearing, and they were all afraid to drink the cup of tea in front of them, which looked like boiling water!

It seems that if you don’t drink it, you will encounter something terrible!

"Thank you for giving me this face." Fu Chi turned the Buddhist beads on his wrist, one by one, and was relaxed and leisurely.

The waiter brought the menu and handed it to her respectfully, but he gave Wen Du one to Wen Su one to Wen Su.

"Uncle and Sushi look at what they want to eat."

Everyone knows it well

He seemed to be asking Wen Du, but in fact he was asking Wen Shu!

Mr. Jia felt that his throat was about to bleed. He didn't dare to have any thoughts he shouldn't have. Even his eyes were full of fear!

The most complicated thing about mood is gentleness.

He knew many shortcomings of these friends, but he felt uncomfortable when he saw them so presumptuously in front of him and so humble in front of Fu Chi.

Wendu has always felt that it is also a so-called salted fish, but now he has found that when you are salted fish, you don’t even have the ability to protect your daughter!

Wen Du took a sip of white wine without saying a word, which penetrated his throat with a spicy and stinging pain.

This can't continue, he thought.

When I go back today, I will first code it for 10,000 words!

As they ate, everyone found that Fu Chi was only interested in Wen Su and focused on the little girl, so they began to suppress the time as usual.

"Old Wen, what are you busy with recently?" Mr. Jia asked in a sore throat.

Wen Du hesitated for a while, but chose to tell frankly: "I've started writing novels online."

"Is that true? Then, can anyone read the novel you wrote?"

"That's right, Lao Wen, you're not too young. It's time to consider your wife and children, so you have to find a job!"

"Can you write a serious job in writing a novel? Besides, you are not a great master, so where can you make money? Can you write a novel cost fifty yuan? It's not enough to even have a cigarette, don't write it anymore. Come to my company, and I'll arrange a job as a supervisor for you!"

Everyone was talking nonsense, but they didn't notice that Wen Shi's eyes became colder and colder.

It turns out that this is how these people treat my dad!

No wonder, every time my dad goes back, he will be depressed and depressed for several days!

Wen Du usually doesn’t like to refute others, but today he said for the first time: “I’ve made money, and readers have given me hundreds of dollars these days!”

Everyone was a little uncomfortable, and they all laughed out loud for a while.

"Make money? You just want to... Come on, Lao Wen, don't make up lies and lie to us!"

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Chapter completed!