Chapter 512

I didn't expect that master Fu would threaten himself so blatantly. Fu Jingzhi was obviously disgusted. It's true that none of the people in the Fu family are good enough to threaten themselves with such things.

Fu Jingzhi's brows were locked tightly. Although he was full of hatred in his heart, he didn't have the courage to turn his face directly at him.

It doesn't matter about anything else. If it's about Fu Jingzhi himself, he can fight with him. Master Fu really can't hold Fu Jingzhi. You should know that Fu Jingzhi is a man who is not afraid of anything.

I'm not afraid the team is too strong, but I'm afraid the opponent won't die. Fu Jingzhi hated the Fu family to such an extent that he didn't want to die. But now that it's about his mother's legacy, Fu Jingzhi really can't be so indifferent.

His mother didn't leave much thought for him. The days when Fu's family and his mother depended on each other had already become a vague existence in Fu Jingzhi's memory. At the beginning, after all, Fu Jingzhi was too young. He could only vaguely remember his mother's gentle smile and his hands gently touching his head.

In my grandparents' home, I still keep my mother's boudoir. Fu Jingzhi occasionally goes in and tries to find his mother's existence through a little trace.

This is also the only thought in Fu Jingzhi's heart over the years. Mother is the purest and most holy existence in his heart. This is the only person who gave himself warmth in Fu Jingzhi's childhood.

So it's about the remains of his mother. Fu Jingzhi really can't afford to hang up his mobile phone and let Fu handle his mother's remains.

Fu Jing's heart is still a traditional thought, and he attaches great importance to his mother. People who respect themselves will naturally respect the relics the same way. Even if they didn't know before, now that master Fu has mentioned it, it's impossible for Fu Jingzhi to pretend that he doesn't know any more.

How much hate can only be installed in the heart, Fu Jingzhi thought silently that he would definitely take revenge for his mother in the future. One day, Fu Jingzhi will see that the Fu family is totally overturned. At that time, he will be able to remember his mother's spirit in heaven!

"OK, give me the time and place." Since the heart of the decision, Fu Jingzhi no longer whet haw.

Over there, Mr. Fu's mouth brimmed with a smile of ambition. Can't he hold such a boy? But the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. One day he will crush Fu Jingzhi's pride one by one!

At that time, the legacy in the hands of Fu Jingzhi was not his own, not the Fu family's! Even though that woman used such a decisive way at the beginning, master Fu still got everything he wanted.

In master Fu's opinion, giving up one's own life is the most stupid behavior. I think he stood out in the succession battle of the Fu family at the beginning. He was also a person who had experienced countless bloody storms. No wonder Mr. Fu attached so much importance to his power.

People always cherish the hard won things more. The most precious thing for Mr. Fu is his own life.

The corners of the mouth smile toward the time and place of Fu Jingzhi, and finally did not forget to disgust Fu Jingzhi. "Be sure to give a good reception to the foreign team. You don't have to let them take the lead. You are inexperienced. I'll ask Junzhi to help you. You two should cooperate well. "

Fu Junzhi is one of the most popular grandsons in the world. At this age, he is keen on flattering himself. And this Fu Junzhi is the leader among them, so he will pay more attention to it.

It's just a pity that Fu Junzhi is just an illegitimate son, otherwise he would not be so sad now.

As long as the descendants have their own ideas and know that they are safe and keep their own points, Fu Junzhi will not be too oppressive. On the contrary, as long as we have the opportunity, we will let our children and grandchildren develop. As for their own fortune, master Fu has too many descendants to manage.

On the surface, master Fu doesn't care about the existence of the world, but in fact, he knows the situation of these little grandchildren best. I also know that Fu Junzhi is a few years older than Fu Jingzhi because of his age, and because he is more proud.

The biggest contradiction with Fu Jingzhi is that although Fu Junzhi conceals himself well, he is also the one who comes along this road. Naturally, we can see Fu Junzhi's ambition at a glance. He will not let Fu Junzhi inherit the Fu family.

But it doesn't mean that Fu Junzhi can't develop. This is a way to exercise Fu Jingzhi.

If Fu Jingzhi doesn't have any skills, he won't rush to entrust the whole Fu family to Fu Jingzhi. Fu's family business, which has been handed down for a hundred years, must be more stable.

Hearing Fu Junzhi's name, Fu Jingzhi's eyes flashed a little disgust. At ordinary times, what Fu Jingzhi looks down on most is all kinds of flatterers, but Fu Junzhi's flattering skill is very smooth.

Now Mr. Fu specially nominated Mr. Fu Junzhi. Mr. Fu doesn't have to guess what he means. Working with such a guy, Fu Jingzhi is as disgusting as eating a fly, but he still has to swallow it.This is no doubt let the arrogant Fu Jingzhi, particularly disgusted.

But he also knew that the old man was holding his mother's legacy in his hand. He was afraid that he had to follow. Then he answered with hatred. He didn't plan to say anything else and hung up directly.

It's really infuriated by the old man's impudence. After Fu Jingzhi hung up, he couldn't help throwing his mobile phone onto the steering wheel.

His fists were all pinched out of the blue and white veins before he felt relieved. After a long time, Fu Jingzhi felt that his mood had settled down slowly.

Only then realized that the little girl was still waiting for her, then hurriedly looked outside through the window. There was no one on the empty highway, only the bleak night wind.

After checking around again and again, Fu Jingzhi realized that the little girl had left her. I don't know where the little girl went at this time. I think of her stubborn look.

Fu Jingzhi shook his head. He didn't expect that he would be despised. I was about to drive away when I found a small green post it note flying in the wind near the window.

Because of the strong night wind, the stickiness of post it notes is limited. The crumbling post it notes blown by the wind are pitifully in the middle of the night wind.

If it wasn't for Fu Jingzhi's sharp eyes to see the post it before it fell down, I'm afraid the post it would have been scattered in the night with the night wind. Fu Jingzhi reached out and took it down. There were only two simple sentences on it.

I'm Cheng Ye. I'll repay you.

Little girl's words are beautiful, and she has her own style. It's the kind of font that teachers like to mark most in class, and it's very sharp when they collect the pen, only the strength is in it.

Because his grandfather was an archaeologist, Fu Jingzhi was influenced by many things about the quintessence of Chinese culture. Practicing calligraphy is even more a childhood lesson. Fu Jingzhi is different from the extravagance on the surface, but at the bottom he writes beautiful calligraphy.

He doesn't think calligraphy is boring, but he likes practicing calligraphy. At that time, what little Fu Jingzhi liked most was that he spent an afternoon alone in his study.

Edified for the style of the font is also very important, Fu Jingzhi for beautiful characters will have this good impression. I didn't expect that the little girl's handwriting was good, which made Fu Jingzhi feel more comfortable.

Cheng ye, the name is a bit strange, but it is unexpected to meet the temperament of the little girl. Isn't she such a wild girl that nobody can manage her? Wild represents freedom and vagrancy, as well as the inborn obstinacy and debauchery in character.

Fu Jingzhi is very interested in the note left by Cheng Ye. Looking at the characters with character on them, Fu Jingzhi stretched out his slender fingers and tore the post it note to pieces. As soon as he lifted his hand, it was scattered in the night wind.

I'm Cheng ye, not ordinary people. My name is Cheng Ye. People who introduce themselves in this way are usually very proud of who she is rather than what she is called.

This little girl is a little interesting.

There was a slight groan from Lee Myung Bak in the back of the car, as if he was very dissatisfied with the uncomfortable place where he was lying. Although it was only a slight sound, it did bring Fu Jingzhi back to reality.

Looking at the drunken Lee Myung Bak, he shakes his head and thinks that this friend should really polish his eyes and wipe them again. He also thought that he would have to deal with a group of people later to pick up people he didn't know at all.

Think about Fu Jingzhi all feel really headache very, but also helpless. Take this guy home first. Fu Jingzhi starts the car, and the silver Ferrari disappears into the night with three scratches.

Alone on the road, Cheng Ye naturally doesn't know his name and is remembered by others.

After the man seemed to be very impatient to answer the phone, he didn't know what he heard, and his face was horribly gloomy. It should be a very unpleasant thing. Cheng Ye finds that this is the best time to leave quietly.

She doesn't need Fu Jingzhi to send her because she has nowhere to go. Just look at this man's tough attitude, I'm afraid I can't speak any more. It's better to leave quietly.

He took out the post it notes and pen from his coat. After thinking about it, Cheng Ye felt it was necessary to leave some words. Gratitude is a virtue of the Chinese nation, so I simply left a line of words on the car window and left quietly.

Her departure was like her appearance, silent.