Chapter 1171 You Want to Sleep, No

He Zhou was sitting in the study room of the villa. Next to him was Sang Tingyu, and next to Sang Tingyu was a man hiding in the darkness.

The man's fingers are particularly beautiful, and he is carelessly swiping the screen of his mobile phone at the moment.

Sang Tingyu leaned back and crossed his hands in front of his lower abdomen.

"I have already said hello to everyone related to the Sang family. Everyone will support you to be with Sheng Mian. As for the Fu family?"

Before he finished speaking, He Zhou snorted coldly.

"Fu Yancheng is not very good at being a good person. Those people have probably dissatisfied with him for a long time. Now that I'm back, they have called me many times."

Fu Yancheng has been the heir of the Fu family for so many years, but it's sad that those people still don't recognize him.

The corners of He Zhou's mouth curved, and his eyes were full of malice.

"You want Fu Yancheng to get engaged to the Sang family, and I want Sheng Mian. Our goals are not conflicting. It's a pleasure to cooperate, Mr. Sang."

Smiling slightly, he stretched out his hand.

Sang Tingyu held it indifferently and heard him speak again.

"Mr. Sang is really kind to his sister."

Sang Tingyu's eyes were all scrutinizing. It was rumored that Fu Xingzhou was gentle in nature, but after being in contact with him for the past few days, he felt that his behavior was very unpredictable. His ruthlessness in his heart was as fierce as Fu Yancheng's, or even more ruthless. .

Years of business experience told him not to have too much contact with Fu Xingzhou.

He looked at the other man beside him. He really didn't expect that he was also related to Fu Xingzhou.

Sang Tingyu stood up to leave, but He Zhou didn't go to see him off.

When only he and the other person were left in this space, he took the tea in front of him and took a slow sip.

"What about you, what is your purpose?"

The man raised his eyes slightly and said softly, "I just want to see chaos in the imperial capital."

"It turns out you're a theatergoer, so it's a pleasure to work with you. At least you're not on Fu Yancheng's side."

The man did not reach out, but nodded slightly and left behind Sang Tingyu.

He was more cautious than Sang Tingyu. After getting in the car, he was already waiting in the car. When he saw him coming up, he stepped on the accelerator.

"K, do we still have to wait?"

The man in question chuckled and slowly turned his head to look out the window. "It won't be long before that Fu Xingzhou has a secret and his personality has changed too much. The imperial capital will be bustling next time."

The man driving the car held the steering wheel respectfully and said no more.

The man sitting in the back row turned his head and looked at his side face. The light reflected the smooth and elegant lines of his side face.

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At one o'clock at noon, Fu Song came to the Fu family's old house.

Fu Yancheng also came over.

The first time Fu Song saw him, he wanted to ask him how he was doing recently, but he had never been very close to his son.

To be precise, Fu Yancheng is not very close to anyone else in the Fu family except Mr. Fu.

I used to have a few words with Fu Qiuya, but now I don't interact with him at all.

Fu Song's lips moved several times and he sat down on the sofa.

There was another voice outside the hall, followed by a gentle male voice.

"Father, long time no see."

Fu Song froze and turned to look at the other party.

Even though he knew Fu Xingzhou was still alive last night, he still felt unreal when he saw the real person up close.

When the news of Fu Xingzhou's death came, the Fu family almost seemed to be in turmoil, and then the heir was replaced by Fu Yancheng.

Fu Yancheng was still in the army at the time and was summoned back urgently.

Fu Song looked at the man in front of him and finally could only utter one sentence.

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."

Fu Xingzhou slowly walked to the sofa and sat down. His sofa happened to be opposite Fu Yancheng's.

Fu Yancheng didn't look up at him, as if he didn't know he had walked in.

Fu Xingzhou smiled at him.

"Yancheng, isn't Mianmian here?"

Fu Yancheng turned his fingertips on the phone for a moment, then raised his eyes, "What do you want from my girlfriend?"

He leaned back, his breath noble and gloomy, "Fu Xingzhou, you can't be too greedy. If you want the Fu family, I can give it to you. If you want to sleep in peace, no."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Song was at the side to smooth things over.

"Speak well if you have something to say."

Fu Xingzhou, who was on the side, immediately unbuttoned his suit, revealing his arms full of pinholes.

"When I was tied up by them for human experiments at the research base, I could only persevere by thinking about Mianmian. Yancheng, don't forget that you were the one who should have been chosen to serve the superiors."

These words were like a knife, stabbing straight into Fu Yancheng's heart.

Mr. Fu mentioned this matter when he was still here.

The old man has a close relationship with his superiors. Starting from the older generation of the Fu family, there must be someone who works for the superiors. This is a tacit secret. The same is true for other families in the imperial capital. This can be regarded as a check and balance relationship.

Otherwise, how could a country's economy and weapons manufacturing be safely handed over to a certain family.

The generation before him was Mr. Fu, and the generation after that was Fu Song. When it came to Fu Yancheng's generation, it was Fu Yancheng who was supposed to be the one, but it was Fu Xingzhou who took the initiative to get the spot.