The phone fell from Jiang Shu's hand and fell to the ground.
This afternoon, dark clouds rolled over the city outside, and heavy rain suddenly fell, with heavy rain hitting the ground like breaking bamboo.
Jiang Shu was overpowered by the man on top of him again and again. His resistance was useless and he could only surrender.
Fu Shiyan was particularly emotional today, even his flirting was unbearable.
Jiang Shu clung to the man and finally closed his eyes, as if he was seeing fireworks.
After it's over, it will be dark in two hours.
She lay next to him and asked carefully: "What kind of person is your mother?"
After a slight silence, Fu Shiyan grabbed her finger and played with it, a little carelessly.
"Very strong."
Her name is Qiao Xia, and this name is a very powerful presence in the business world.
Fu Shiyan's father passed away when he was young, and Qiao Xia single-handedly raised him in the mixed-race Fu family, during which he experienced countless plots and conspiracies.
The Fu family was once in charge of Fu Yixiang, but later it experienced turmoil. It was Qiao Xia who stepped forward first and used the power of her mother's family to take the helm to calm the situation. Only then did the story of Fu Shiyan move into the Fu family more than ten years later with a very strong attitude, centralizing power to everyone.
, He is God.
Then Qiao Xia left, no longer interested in the Fu family's affairs, and walked away alone, free and wanton.
Nowadays, most people see Fu Shiyan's thunderous methods and regard him as their faith.
But anyone who can really analyze the situation knows that Qiao Xia is a very important part of Fu Shiyan's success.
Women in the business world are mostly strong.
However, she doesn't love Fu Shiyan.
She was unwilling to admit the existence of this son.
Fu Shiyan stopped talking at this point, and Jiang Shu realized what was going on and stopped asking further questions.
It's hard to imagine that such a woman has mental illness.
Fu Shiyan kept his word and took Father Jiang to Mingyuan. Soon, his grandfather and Aunt Liu also came. After visiting Father Jiang, they had dinner together.
Rarely, Jiang Shu took a turn in it and felt the long-lost flavor of the new year.
The next day, when it was just dawn, Ming Yuan's servants were already up and performing their duties.
When Jiang Shu appeared in the kitchen, the chef was startled and said, "Mrs."
She put her index finger to her lips, signaling him to speak lower.
"What are we eating today?"
Ming Yuan's breakfast every morning is divided into Chinese and Western styles, with a wide variety of dishes.
"I'm responsible for making Chinese food. Can you teach me if I'm wrong?"
The chef was flattered and said, "Madam, this is not something you should do..."
Jiang Shu raised his index finger again.
The chef lowered his head and kept silent, not knowing whether he should let her do it or not.
Jiang Shu's movements were very nimble, and the things he made were beautiful. The soft buns came out of the steamer with a fragrant aroma.
Soaked soybeans are freshly squeezed together with special water transported from Changbai Mountain. Milky white steaming soy milk is poured out and sprinkled with sugar.
Her petite body moved around the huge kitchen, busy but not messy, and the chef was impressed by what she cooked.
He was boasting about his dignity, but he was thinking in his heart that the wife Fu Shiyan married should be good.
It was ten minutes after Fu Shiyan noticed that Jiang Shu was not in the room. He dropped his hand, touched the empty one, and woke up completely.
He searched all the way and happened to see Jiang Shu coming out of the kitchen with a plate. He was burned and hurriedly touched his ears.
When she looked up, she saw him standing not far away, frowning and staring at her. She subconsciously moved her hand back and was stunned.
Fu Shiyan walked over quickly, took her hand, and found that there was nothing wrong with it, his eyebrows spread.
He asked: "When did you get up?"
Jiang Shu pushed him away and answered the question, "I smell like oil smoke."