Fu family's ancestral home

"Look at what kind of virtue you have. How long have you been staying at home every day and not doing your job properly?"

An angry voice came from the Fu family's study.

The servants who heard the angry voices in the study lowered their heads, held their breath and pretended not to hear anything, and continued to do what they were doing.

Ever since Master Shengyan was away on a business trip, the old man has often lost his temper. This has happened for an unknown number of times in the past month.

If there must be any difference, the difference may be that the person who was scolded today is special - the young master Fu Xunwen who is not taken seriously in the family.

Everyone knows that the young master is not favored, so all the servants think it is common for the young master to be scolded by the old man.

"Grandpa, aren't I recovering from my injuries?"

The scene turned, and Fu Xunwen, whom he had not seen for a long time, was standing opposite Mr. Fu aggrievedly. To be precise, he should be sitting opposite Mr. Fu.

The person Qin Nan found showed no mercy at all. He had been nursing a broken muscle for a month, but he still couldn't get out of bed easily. He could only drag a leg with a plaster on it and walk back and forth in a wheelchair.

In his hand he also held a cup of Mr. Fu's favorite drink, Dahongpao.

He came to offer tea to the old man to flatter him, but was met with disappointment.

"Recuperate your injuries honestly and don't come around me all the time. I like peace and quiet."

Mr. Fu no longer had the playful smile when he faced Fu Shengyan. He had a straight face, a serious face, and sharp eyes. It seemed that only at this moment did people find traces of the all-powerful Mr. Fu in him.

"Besides, how old are you? You can still be beaten like this and still have the nerve to recuperate at home? Look at your moral character."

Mr. Fu patted the paperweight on the table.

"Grandpa, I am like this because someone plotted against me. You have to make the decision for me, Grandpa."

Fu Xunwen took advantage of Fu Shengyan's absence and seized the opportunity to show his courtesy to Mr. Fu. However, he did not expect that Mr. Fu's temper was surprisingly bad. Every day his nose was neither nose nor face.

Today, he was even scolded by the old man. Fu Xunwen's mood hit rock bottom, so he couldn't help but complain to the old man.

"Oh? You were plotted by someone. Who plotted against you?"

When it came to being plotted against, the old man's eyes changed slightly.

The descendants of his Fu family can only be bullied by their own family and must not be plotted by outsiders.

Seeing the change in the old man's expression, Fu Xunwen felt happy. He knew that the old man would not just sit idly by.

But then, before his joy could reach his brows, he collapsed again.

"My grandson, my grandson doesn't know who did it. There is no surveillance on that road, so..."

Fu Xunwen's voice lowered without confidence.

"Hmph, you are so smart that you were beaten. I don't even know who hit you. How come my Fu family has a grandson as smart as you?"

When Mr. Fu heard Fu Xunwen's unpromising answer, he snorted again and didn't want to talk to him.

"Grandpa, I..."

Fu Xunwen still wanted to explain.

"Okay, okay, okay, go back and recuperate yourself as soon as possible. When you are well, go out as soon as possible. Don't keep wandering around under my nose."

Mr. Fu impatiently issued an eviction order and motioned for him to get out quickly.

"This tea..."

Fu Xunwen looked at the tea cup in his hand and timidly took a sip.

"Take it out and take it out with you quickly."

Mr. Fu waved his hand and turned his chair around, making it clear that he didn't want to see him.

A trace of resentment flashed through Fu Huwen's eyes very quickly, but his subordinates did not stop for a moment and pushed the wheelchair out respectfully.

The thick wooden door blocked Fu Xunwen's cannibalistic eyes outside the door.

The old man held his chin, took off his reading glasses, and looked at the window melancholy.

"Xiao Yanyan, Xiao Yanyan, why don't you come back? Your father and I are going to be tortured to death by this stinky boy Fu Huwen!"

This month, he made dozens of phone calls to Fu Shengyan. Each call complained about his resentment that the old man had been abandoned, and expressed that he wanted him to finish all the things and come back as soon as possible.

Fu Shengyan answered the phone at first, but later found out that his calls were all filled with clichés, so he blocked him directly and refused to let Qin Nan answer his call because he thought he was wasting time.

As a result, Mr. Fu was completely unable to contact Fu Shengyan.

Mr. Fu looked out the window at the cloudless sky, feeling the gentle wind blowing on his cheeks, and felt even more melancholy.

Mr. Fu is much smarter than other people think. What is Fu Xunwen's idea? He can see it clearly, so he hates him even more.

As for what happened when Fu Xunwen was beaten, he knew very well that it was just a show for him.

Hey, I'm not very capable, yet I still want to treat everyone else as fools.

Thinking of this, Mr. Fu is still a little proud. Xiao Nannan is indeed the one he values ​​the most. He does everything flawlessly and is not caught by anyone at all. Is such a talent worthy of being by Xiao Yanyan's side...

As he thought about it, Mr. Fu became even more lonely.

So he shouted at the door at the top of his lungs:

"Butler, butler!"

The sweaty housekeeper hurried up and stood at the door panting, too busy to wipe the sweat from his head.

"Quick, quick, wipe the smelly sweat on your head, it's infuriating my old man."

Mr. Fu covered his nose in disgust,

"Why,"

The housekeeper nonchalantly stretched out a piece of his sleeve that he felt was relatively clean, and hastily wiped the sweat from his head.

He was watching the gardener working in the garden when he suddenly heard the old man's shout and ran back in a hurry. Unexpectedly, the old man disliked the smelly sweat on his head.

The butler said he was aggrieved.

After Mr. Fu finished speaking, he remembered the business of calling the housekeeper, so he said excitedly,

"Go and help me make an appointment for that stinky doctor, Old Liu. No, go and drive yourself to pick up Old Liu's head. That bad old man has been hiding from me for so long, it's time to catch him.

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Mr. Fu was thinking about the doctor who treated Shen Ling. God knows, the fire of gossip was burning in his heart.

He couldn't wait to find out if his old son and the girl from the Shen family had such a fate, but if his son didn't tell him, Qin Nan didn't dare to tell him. Even Old Man Liu, who might have known about it, stayed away from him for fear of

He asked what came out of his mouth.

The longer it takes, the more uncomfortable Mr. Fu feels like a cat scratching his heart.

Now that Lao Liu has been hiding from him for more than a month, it's finally time to talk to him, right?

The more Mr. Fu thought about it, the more it made sense, and he asked the housekeeper

"Tell him that I have obtained a medical skill and he will definitely come."
Chapter completed!