After Being Betrayed, I Inherited A Massive Fortune

Fu Group.

Fu Yechuan watched Su Nan being searched at the airport, pursed his lips, and admired it seriously.

Nice, really nice.

Every angle is so perfect, no dead ends!

Wu Tutu changed the water for the fish in his office, while making an idea:

"Mr. Fu, why don't you give this news a like?"

"Just like it? Wouldn't it be good for me to forward it with a picture and post a copy?"

Fu Yechuan asked him in a deep tone.

How can he reflect Fu Yechuan's worth without the cost of paying?

He can't wait to spend money to let this hot search hang on the top every day, but he is also afraid that Su Nan will come over with a knife!

Wu Tutu twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled: "It's too grand, it will cause visual fatigue, and the stimulation will not achieve the purpose.

Gently give a like to show that you are paying attention, but you are paying attention casually and not in waves, which will be more mysterious. If you ask back, you will say that you clicked carelessly, and Miss Su will not react too much! "

Fu Yechuan frowned, and nodded with a dark face. Although it didn't fit his style, it worked!

After all, he has failed many times, and he can only save a little by relying on Wu Tutu.

However, when Fu Yechuan liked it, among so many similar photos, he chose a photo that removed Su Qi's P, and only Su Nan was alone.

In this way, only satisfied!

So, after he liked it, he was quickly discovered by someone.

Fu Yechuan, a netizen who wanted to paddle, was suddenly rushed to the hot search headlines again!

"Hahaha, Mr. Fu, can't you even tolerate your former brother-in-law?"

"Mr. Fu, isn't the actor Su Qi not worthy of appearing?"

"They are brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters!"

"What the **** is Mr. Fu taking away the P of the actor Su Qi? The actor Su has never experienced such ignorance since his debut, right?"

"Su Qi: I'm not worthy? Then I'll go?"

...

Wu Tutu looked at the hot search on his mobile phone, and then looked at the sullen fish in the fish tank in front of him, and suddenly felt that he was just like this fish.

dying!

Even in a fish tank of hundreds of thousands, you can't swim!

He swears that when Miss Su sees Mr. Fu's cowardly actions, she will definitely want to kill him!

Although this airport encounter is unintentional at first glance, Miss Su also reveals her scheming from time to time, that high-profile single aristocrat-thesingle!

Mr. Fu's operation completely attracted the heat.

what to do?

Does he want to apologize?

Just as Wu Tutu was tangled, Chen Mian pushed open the door and came in, "President Fu wants to be interviewed by the media. He made an appointment half a year ago. In ten minutes, prepare the conference room."

Wu Tutu was stunned, oh, he is now a part-time assistant of the bodyguard, and hurriedly went to set up the venue.

Fu Yechuan was really too busy, with tens of thousands of employees under his command, under enormous pressure, but he knew all the departments like the back of his hand in this position.

The killing decision in the shopping mall is unparalleled, and when it never relaxes, stepping on the air is an abyss.

Ordinary people can't understand it at all!

Wu Tutu originally thought that when he waved his hand, the pocket money of hundreds of millions was a gift of fate, but the more he understood, the more he understood that if the person sitting here was not Fu Yechuan, then the Fu Group could not have what it is today!

But he was so busy and had to go to save Miss Su, Wu Tutu really felt sorry for him.

He carried the documents to the conference room, and the people watching the media were excitedly preparing various instruments there.

Fu Yechuan has only a handful of appearances in the media in a year, and it is simply lucky to be able to make an appointment.

He was sitting in the conference room at the moment, staring at the documents sent by Chen Mian with dark eyes, his stern profile with an inexplicable chill, not angry and arrogant, and had his own aura.

Time races against the clock.

"start……"