After Being Betrayed, I Inherited A Massive Fortune

Although Wu Tutu has many methods, his ability is limited.

Especially for someone with a status like Shang Qian, wanting to find out his dark history is not something he can touch.

But for Fu Yechuan, it was not difficult.

At the moment, he was not in a hurry anymore, and looked up at Wu Tutu:

"What she likes to eat, you go to buy the materials, I will learn to cook when I go back tonight."

As a reformed good man, Fu Yechuan never let go of the truth of his demands.

From the hall to the kitchen, he must make himself perfect.

Any little corrections are for her.

Wu Tutu's body stiffened when he heard it. President Fu is going to cook again?

Why waste that new kitchen again and again?

But he couldn't say what he wanted to stop. President Fu was obsessed with wanting to be a "virtuous man" in a family, and did not agree with his failure and lack of talent in cooking.

He pursed his lips and sighed.

"Okay, Mr. Fu, I'll prepare now."

It seems that the contact has to buy a new set of kitchen utensils.

After Wu Tutu left, Fu Yechuan picked up the phone, called the private detective in country M, and asked a few words.

Hearing a knock at the door, he raised his eyes and hung up the phone.

Feeling visibly happy.

The person who came was the manager of the project department. He came to Fu Yechuan's office with trembling determination to die.

"Mr. Fu, the matter has been clarified. It was because the project department was not rigorous enough to review the project, and the construction period was delayed for a month."

It was a month short of what Fu Yechuan wanted, which had already disrupted his original arrangement.

The last project manager was kicked out of the Fu Group by Fu Yechuan because he was delayed for a week.

And he is a month!

Hearing this, Fu Yechuan's eyes flashed a trace of sternness and coldness, which made people horrified.

After a few seconds of silence, the manager was ready to meet Fu Yechuan's thunderous wrath.

Fu Yechuan's tone was deep and his voice was extremely cold:

"Forget it, a month is just a month, it's not an example."

The manager was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at him in shock.

Did you not dream?

Doesn't it mean that President Fu is in a bad mood?

Doesn't it mean that whoever meets whoever dies?

Did he even say it?

What kind of **** did he step on?

"Thank you, Mr. Fu, I will go back immediately and supervise myself, I will not disappoint you!"

What a kind President Fu...

Fu Yechuan waved his hand irritably.

The manager left the office with a wink.

Chen Mian watched in amazement as the manager came out with a smile on his face. This was a rare thing that had never happened before.

"Chen Zhu, hard work, I'm going back to work!"

The manager sorted his clothes, smiled, and left.

Chen Mian: "..."

in the hospital.

Su Nan was still very happy about Wu Tutu's departure.

Although this person has neat hands and feet, he is so talkative that she has a headache.

As soon as she took out her phone so that Su Qi didn't have to come to deliver food, she heard a knock on the door.

Very regular, calm and quiet.

She seemed to know who was standing outside.

"Please come in."

Shang Qian pushed open the door and came in. He was tall, modest and gentle. His dignity was engraved in his bones, and people could not ignore it.

"Didn't disturb your rest?"

Su Nan smiled, "No."

Shang Qian held a pink food container in front of her, his voice was gentle:

"Are you hungry? My chef is average in cooking Chinese food. If you are hungry, you can make do with two?"

Su Nan looked at him apologetically, smiled, embarrassed:

"I just ate..."

Shang Qian slapped his hand, stopped the opening, and closed the lid again.

"Okay, then don't torture your palate."