707: C707 You Laugh at Me You Have Such a Sense of Accomplishment?

C707 You Laugh at Me You Have Such a Sense of Accomplishment?

"The quality is not good. It has nothing to do with me," Fu Yunjian said coldly. He picked up another crystal glass and poured whiskey.

Fu Yunchen was afraid that he would torture his own glass again. He did not want to talk about this anymore.

Liang Xiao seemed to have seen something from Fu Yunchen. He narrowed his eyes. "Don't you rarely wear shirts? This pair of sleeves is also pretty."

Fu Yunchen wanted to show off his wife's good taste, but he was afraid of poking his brother's heart, so he laughed.

He saw Liang Xiao wearing a ring and said, "Brother Xiao, you're married?"

"He is not. Lyi Xingruo does not want to marry." For some reason, he felt very happy.

Liang Xiao was speechless. "Are you laughing at me? Do you have such a sense of accomplishment?"

"Did I laugh at you?" Fu Yunjian shrugged. "I'm telling the truth. Although I don't have a wife, I have a pair of children. My daughter is still so cute."

... ""

Fu Yunchen was eating fruit when he heard what Fu Yunjian said. He interrupted, "By the way, brother, did you watch Soong Mingxun's concert? Sui was playing the drum on stage. Damn it, my niece is really awesome!"

"Brother, let me tell you, I will send Sui to be a singer in the future!"

Fu Yunjian was originally unhappy with Soong Mingxun, but now seeing Fu Yunchen mention him again, his face darkened. "Get lost!"

Fu Yunchen did not even dare to eat his fruits anymore, so he just slipped away.

But just as he opened the door and was about to leave, Fu Yunjian coldly said, "Get back here. There's something I need you to do."

...

When Fu Yunchen came out of the private room again, he received a text message from Su Ying.

He rushed out of the bar and saw Su Ying standing at the door.

Su Ying was wearing short sleeves and jeans. Her long legs were straight and very pleasing to the eyes.

"Wife!" Fu Yunchen went over and hugged her. He kissed her warm and sticky on her cheek. "If you don't come back soon, I will run over to find you."

Su Ying slapped his face away and passed the bag to him. "I just got off the plane and haven't had dinner yet."

"Then I will take you to eat. Do you want to eat hotpot or western food?" Fu Yunchen took her bag and skillfully put it on his shoulder.

He waved to the parking crew to drive his car over.

When he got off the stairs and waited for his car by the roadside.

Fu Yunchen touched the woman's waist. Her waist was soft and he could not help but love her. "Wife, have you lost weight? Your waist is so thin."

"Fu Yunchen!" Su Ying turned her head and glared at him. "Your eyes. Do you still have hands? Can you restrain them a little?"

Fu Yunchen laughed softly. "Your eyes are fine, but your hands are not. I haven't hugged you for a few days. I want to hug you more. We will sleep at home tomorrow and go to my house the day after tomorrow. Hmm?"

... "" Su Ying simply gave in to him. She pursed her lips and did not speak to him.

At this time, the two supercars stopped by the roadside one after another. The doors were pulled up and very quickly, a few young men alighted from the cars.

They all had the temperament of a rich second generation.

A young man threw the keys to the driver and saw Fu Yunchen when he came up. "Hey, Fu Yunchen, you did it on purpose, didn't you? Come to the bar when you have time. Don't have time to drink with me?"

"I only came to the bar today." Fu Yunchen smiled and said, "My wife just came back from a business trip. She's going to take her to dinner."2

The few young men were stunned for a moment and quickly did not take it seriously.

They often hung out with Fu Yunchen and drank every day. They all knew how hard it was for Fu Yunchen to change women.

Now that he was calling his wife sweetheart, perhaps next time they saw each other, the women around him would change again.

The young man fixed his sunglasses on his head. When he swept his eyes over the woman beside Fu Yunchen, his pupils suddenly shrank.

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