The floor where Fu Yechuan is located will arrive soon.

He left the elevator and happened to see Chen Mian walking towards him.

Chen Mian frowned slightly, and saw him here in surprise:

"Young Master, why are you here?"

Fu Yunche didn't know what to say, and didn't want to say it.

He just kept walking in.

Chen Mian frowned and stopped him:

"Young Master, are you looking for your daddy? He is not in the office now and is having a meeting in the conference room. If you want to find him, you have to wait."

Fu Yunche looked up at him, changed direction silently, and went to the conference room.

Chen Mian looked at his back and seemed to be something wrong.

He wanted to chase after him, but suddenly remembered something and took out the phone:

"Teacher, why did Fu Yunche run out by himself?"

"What, aunt? Fu Yunche's aunt?"

Chen Mian hung up the phone and his face changed.

But Fu Yunche no longer opened the door and walked in without hesitation.

The conference room was filled with solemnity.

Dear supervisors are making quarterly reports, and the scene is very serious and silent.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Fu Yunche walked in stiffly, his white and tender face was covered in dust, and there was no light in his eyes.

He walked towards Fu Yechuan.

Fu Yechuan sat on the top, his eyebrows slightly frowned, and when he didn't speak, he was covered in coldness, like the ice and snow that were hard to melt.

Seeing Fu Yunche walking in without hesitation, Fu Yechuan's face instantly sank.

Next second.

He didn't wait for others to speak, and he directly scolded:

"Chen Mian, don't the people outside want to do it anymore?"

Chen Mian walked in quickly and happened to hear this sentence.

Suddenly, my heart trembled.

He walked in: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I'll take the young master to the lounge and wait."

As he said that, he was about to pull Fu Yunche's hand, but he was thrown away.

But suddenly such a great amount of energy appeared in the small body.

Chen Mian didn't expect it.

Fu Yunche walked forward with red eyes and stood in front of Fu Yechuan. The stubbornness and resentment between his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be gradually accumulating.

Fu Yechuan frowned and looked at Fu Yunche who was so rude and strange. His dissatisfaction was suppressed to the extreme.

He looked down at him with indifferent eyes, and his eyes were deep and he looked at Fu Yunche:

"What do you want to do, say."

He was concise and had his emotions restrained in his voice.

Fu Yunche opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

He was so anxious.

The people around were quiet without a trace of sound.

Everyone's eyes were both pitiful and sympathetic, and some people were watching jokes.

Fu Yunche opened his mouth several times but couldn't make a sound.

He looked at the paper and pen on the table and wanted to get it.

But helpless, not tall enough.

He jumped up, but couldn't reach it.

Fu Yechuan, who was sitting there, looked coldly, and had no intention of helping.

The man sitting on his left subconsciously wanted to help, but with a look of Fu Yechuan, he didn't even dare to move.

Everyone understood secretly.

Regardless of whether Fu Yunche is his own son or not, it is unlikely that he will become the successor of the Fu Group!

Judging from Chen Mian's attentive appearance towards Young Master Fu, he thought he had become a weather vane.

Otherwise, if Mr. Fu Yechuan's confidant Chen Mian was so attentive, everyone would start to have their own plans.

But now it seems, it may not be.

Fu Yunche was really anxious, with an angry red face.

Chen Mian tentatively went over to get paper and pen.

But the next second.

Fu Yechuan suddenly stood up.

He walked out while he was tying the buttons:

"The meeting was postponed for half an hour. You are here to think about the feasibility of the plan and let Mr. Chen, who is waiting in the reception room, come over."

He doesn't want to waste time on a child.

Since the meeting cannot continue for the time being, let’s proceed directly to the next item.

I didn't want to see the person in the reception room, but he didn't want to see this child than Mr. Chen.

From the beginning, he felt that this child looked not only like him, but also like Anqi.

The woman was dead, and his son was still in his life all the time.

Only invisible is pure.

Just the moment I was about to walk out of the office.

The person behind him suddenly roared with silence:

"She's dead, right?"

Fu Yunche almost used all his strength, and his face was anxious and red.

He said this sentence so clearly and clearly, with the child's tenderness, but the meaning in his words is very important.

The conference room was silent.

Chen Mian's face instantly became weird and shocked.

And Fu Yechuan also stopped.

He slowly turned around and looked over with his eyes.

His expression was ugly and stiff.

Fu Yunche's hands were placed in his pocket, and there was a small pocket pistol.

His little hand was actually just right and it was very suitable.

At this time, he wanted to raise it up, point at Fu Yechuan, and ask him the truth about everything.

Are you lying to him?

Just when he had already figured out the shape of that thing.

Fu Yechuan, who had already reached the door, suddenly turned back.

He sat back to his original position and glanced at everyone with a stern look:

"After meeting."

For a moment.

There was no longer anyone in the conference room. Before they could even pack up the things on the table, everyone walked out one after another.

Who dares to stay and listen to the privacy of the Fu family?

Although everyone was very curious, who died?

But, they don't have the qualifications.

Wait until everyone is gone.

Fu Yechuan's eyes slowly fell on Fu Yunche's face again.
To be continued...