Zuo Xianyu didn't grow up next to Mr. Zuo, and she didn't have a deep relationship with him, but she also felt that it was not worth it for Mr. Zuo.
If you dote on someone with a foreign surname, and even be so stupid as to give away the family property, what will you get in the end?
Zuo Xianyu had always looked down on Si Fuqing, but she had to admit that Mr. Zuo was so kind to Si Fuqing that she was jealous.
After so many years, even if you have a dog, you still have feelings, right?
Mr. Zuo knows that Si Fuqing is so cold-blooded and ruthless, how can he rest in peace under the circumstances?
Si Fuqing lowered her eyelashes slightly and pushed Zuo Xianyu's hand away.
She smiled briskly and openly, but there was a bit of ferocity in her eyes: "Did you let you touch me?"
Zuo Xianyu's expression changed slightly and he took a step back.
"Who are you and are you disappointed in me? How many ounces of wine have you drunk?" Si Fuqing closed the coffin lid and put his hands in his pockets, "Leave me alone and take care of the Zuo family. Don't be careful."
Hearing this sentence, Zuo Xianyu laughed angrily for the first time: "Si Fuqing, do you know what you are talking about? And in front of grandpa? Do you still know how to write the word 'filial piety'?"
"Do you think that if you take steps back to make progress, we won't cancel the adoption agreement?"
The Zuo family is a wealthy family in Lincheng. Anyone can touch it?
What a ridiculous thing he said.
"I know very well. As for the adoption agreement, don't worry, I will cancel it." Si Fuqing tilted his head and smiled lazily, "You have to know that I am the one who doesn't want to have anything to do with it."
She just left, and there was silence in the mourning hall.
Zuo Xianyu stood there, frowning more and more, obviously angry.
The curator observed the words for a while and then stepped forward: "Miss Xianyu, don't be angry. The old man was wise all his life, but he will also become confused when he gets old. It's not worth worrying about such a person."
Zuo Xianyu took a deep breath and pressed her temples: "Grandpa did make a mistake. It's good to see her clearly earlier and stay away from her earlier."
She would not care about Si Fuqing's life or death.
But the 2 billion that Si Fuqing took away must be taken back.
Zuo Xianyu's last bit of sympathy for Si Fuqing was gone.
She bowed to the mourning hall and said calmly: "Grandpa, you are kind to her, but she is ungrateful. Don't worry, I will help you get this debt back."
After finishing the incense, the curator personally sent Zuo Xianyu out and couldn't help but shake his head.
Mr. Zuo is really blind and blind. Why did he adopt such a white-eyed wolf like Si Fuqing?
Fortunately, Zuo's family has seen Si Fuqing's true face, and he should also remind others to stay away from Si Fuqing.
**
Here, Si Fuqing returned to the training base and continued to watch the trainees practice dance.
It's already seven o'clock in the evening when I get off work.
Si Fuqing came out of the base, rubbed her waist, and was about to scan the QR code to drive when she heard a whistle.
She turned around and saw a familiar white car parked behind her.
Feng San stuck his head out of the car window and said respectfully, "Miss Si, Brother Ninth asked me to pick you up."
"The boss is grand and grand." Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows and walked forward, unhurriedly, "The employee benefits are so good, he is a good boss that everyone loves."
Feng San hesitated for a moment and did not answer this sentence.
But a few seconds later, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Why doesn't he treat his employees so well?
When he followed Yu Xiheng, he didn't see anyone driving a car to pick him up.
Si Fuqing looked out the window, narrowed his eyes, and said slowly, "This is not the way to my apartment."
"Well, Ninth Brother said he would leave at 4:30 tomorrow." Feng San said, "So Miss Si will stay at Ninth Brother's place tonight."
Si Fuqing stopped smiling and said expressionlessly: "Four, o'clock, half?"
Feng San nodded: "Is there any problem?"
Si Fuqing: "..."
Yes, too much.
Even before, she had never lived such a social animal life.
Her fists were hard.
Feng San spoke in time: "Brother Ninth said he would give Miss Si more money."
Si Fuqing relaxed his body, his fox eyes crinkled again, and said in a leisurely tone: "Tell me earlier."
Feng San: "..."
He didn't dare to speak at all.
Just now, Miss Si seemed to want to tear him and his ninth brother apart.
**
Thirty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the villa.
It was cold in March, but the heater was still on in the living room.
The man is sitting on the sofa and reading a book.
He was wearing a white sweater and casual trousers, but they couldn't hide his slender figure and perfect waistline.
Without the embellishment of the suit, Yu Xiheng's overwhelming aura was diluted a bit, making him look a bit lazy, exuding a cool and gentle aura.
Si Fuqing didn't mind taking a few more glances and appreciated the beauty openly.
On the contrary, Yu Xiheng, who was accustomed to staring, raised his head first and looked back at the girl in front of him.
Whether it was when he was Emperor Yin or now, there was never a lack of sight around him, and he never cared much about it.
But ordinary people generally cannot look at him.
Even the generals who have guarded the border for many years will be cautious when seeing him, let alone the daughter of a noble family.
Yu Xiheng closed the book and said in a gentle voice, "What are you looking at?"
Si Fuqing picked up an apple, took a bite, and said in a leisurely tone, "Of course it's because you look good, otherwise what are you looking at?"
"..."
Feng San, who was holding the water, almost lost his legs and fell to the ground.
What did he hear?
This was the first time Yu Xiheng heard such straightforward praise. He raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Go to bed early. You have to get up early tomorrow. The third room on the second floor is your room."
Si Fuqing: "..."
Hateful capitalists who exploit workers!
She took back what she just said, it didn't look good at all.
But as the boss, Yu Xiheng was really well prepared, with everything in the bedroom and several extra sets of clothes.
After Si Fuqing took a bath, he easily got off a one-piece horse and practiced his waist and legs for a while.
After all, she is a dedicated person and she also has to do a good job in the entertainment industry.
At ten o'clock, Si Fuqing climbed into the big velvet bed and went to sleep.
She sleeps lightly and never dreams.
But today she had a dream, and the content of the dream was still very clear.
In the dream, Mr. Zuo did not die of a heart attack, and the Zuo family's business was booming.
Unfortunately, she died while resisting Zuo Zonghe's invasion and could not be rescued.
Mr. Zuo was admitted to the hospital because of excessive sadness and spent a month recovering.
After that, she was buried in the Zuo family cemetery with great fanfare. The news said that Mr. Zuo was kind and generous.
But Si Fuqing could see clearly that Mr. Zuo found an onmyoji master and set up a formation beside her grave. He also heard the onmyoji master say: "Although she doesn't have much luck left, it is enough to guarantee Zuo's luck."
The family prospered and prospered."
"It's a pity that the person is still dead, otherwise her luck would be even stronger if she were alive."
After that, the Zuo family really broke into the wealthy circles of the Forty-Nine Cities, expanded its market to foreign countries, and even made friends with the king of the Western Continent Principality.
And even though she had died, she used her remaining luck to nourish the Zuo family, making it soar to great success.
At four o'clock in the morning, Si Fuqing slowly opened his eyes.
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