After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returned As a God

  Chapter 20 The Luck That Was Stolen

   Zuo Xianyu didn't grow up beside Mr. Zuo, and he didn't have a deep relationship with him, but she also felt that it was not worthwhile for Mr. Zuo.

   Doted on a foreigner, and was so confused that he gave away the family property, what did he get in the end?

   Zuo Xianyu has always looked down on her boss Fuqing, but she has to admit that Mr. Zuo treats Si Fuqing so well that she is jealous too.

   After so many years, even if you have a dog, you have feelings, right?

   Old Master Zuo knows that Si Fuqing is so cold-blooded and ruthless, can he rest in peace under Jiuquan?

   Si Fu tilted his eyelashes down slightly and pushed Zuo Xianyu's hand away.

   She smiled briskly and openly, but her eyes contained a bit of violence: "Did you touch me?"

   Zuo Xianyu's expression changed slightly and took a step back.

   "Who are you, are you disappointed in me? How many wines have you had?" Si Fuqing closed the coffin lid and put his hands in his pockets, "Don't bother me, take care of the Zuo family, be careful."

   Hearing this sentence, Zuo Xianyu laughed angrily for the first time: "Si Fuqing, do you know what you are talking about? Still in front of grandpa? Do you still know how to write 'filial piety'?"

   "You think that if you retreat, we will not cancel the adoption agreement?"

   Zuojia is a big family in Lincheng, anyone can move it?

It's really funny what    said.

   "I know very well that as for the adoption agreement, don't worry, I will cancel it." Si Fuqing tilted his head and smiled lazily, "You know, I don't want to be related."

   She just left, and the mourning hall was silent.

   Zuo Xianyu stood on the spot, frowning more and more tightly, obviously angry.

  The curator observed the words and expressions for a while, and then stepped forward: "Miss Xianyu, don't be angry, the old man is wise, and he will become confused when he is old. It is not worth worrying about such a person."

   Zuo Xianyu took a deep breath and pressed his temples: "Grandpa really missed her, so that's fine, see her early and stay away early."

   Si Fuqing's life and death, she would not care.

   But the 2 billion yuan that was taken away by Si Fuqing is bound to be taken back.

   Zuo Xianyu had no last pity left for Si Fuqing.

   She bowed to the mourning hall and said lightly, "Grandpa, you are good to her, but she is not grateful. Don't worry, I will help you get the debt back."

   After the incense, the curator personally sent Zuo Xianyu out and couldn't help shaking his head.

  Old man Zuo is really blind and blind, how did he adopt a white-eyed wolf like Si Fuqing?

   Fortunately, the Zuo family has seen Si Fuqing's true face clearly, and he also has to remind others to stay away from Si Fuqing.

  **

   Here, Si Fuqing returned to the training base, and then watched the trainees practice dance.

   It is already seven o'clock in the evening after get off work.

  Si Fuqing came out of the base, rubbed his waist, and was about to scan the code to drive when he heard a whistle.

   She turned her head and saw the familiar white car parked behind her.

   Feng San stuck his head out of the car window and said respectfully, "Miss Si, Brother Jiu asked me to pick you up."

   "Atmospheric, generous boss." Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows and stepped forward, unhurriedly, "With such good employee benefits, he is simply a good boss that people love."

  Fengsan hesitated for a while, but didn't answer this sentence.

   But after a few seconds, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

  Why doesn't he have such good employee treatment?

  When he followed Yu Xiheng, he didn't see anyone driving to pick him up.

  Si Fuqing looked out the window, his eyes narrowed, and he said slowly, "This is not the way to my apartment."

   "Well, Brother Ninth said he will be leaving at 4:30 tomorrow." Feng San said, "So Miss Si will stay with Brother Ninth tonight."

   Si Fu smiled and said with no expression on his face: "Four, o'clock, half?"

  Fengsan nodded: "Is there any problem?"

  Si Fuqing: "…"

  Yes, there are too many.

   Even before, she never lived such a social life.

   Her fists hardened.

  Feng San said in time: "Ninth brother said that he will add money to Miss Si."

  Si Fu leaned his body loose, the fox eyes bent again, and his tone was leisurely: "Speak early."

  Fengsan: "…"

   He didn't dare to speak at all.

   Just now, Miss Si seemed to tear him and his ninth brother apart.

  **

   Thirty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the villa.

  It was cold in March, and the heating was still on in the living room.

  The man is sitting on the sofa, reading a book.

   He was wearing a white sweater and casual pants, but it was hard to hide his slender figure and perfect waistline.

  Without the embellishment of the suit, Yu Xiheng's aggressive aura was diluted a little, and he looked a little lazy, exuding a cold and gentle aura.

  Si Fuqing doesn't mind taking a few more glances, and he appreciates the beauty generously.

   On the contrary, Yu Xiheng, who was accustomed to staring, raised his head first and looked back at the girl in front of him.

   No matter when he was Emperor Yin or now, he never lacked sight around him, and he never paid much attention to it.

   But ordinary people generally can't look at him.

   Even a general who has guarded the border for many years will be cautious when he sees him, not to mention the daughter of an aristocratic family.

  Yu Xiheng closed the book and said in a warm voice, "What are you looking at?"

  Si Fuqing picked up an apple, took a bite, and said in a leisurely tone: "Of course you look good, otherwise what?"

  “…”

   Feng San, who was holding the water, almost fell to his knees.

   What did he hear?

   This is the first time Yu Xiheng has heard such a straightforward compliment. He raised his eyebrows slightly and picked it up slightly: "Rest early, get up early tomorrow, the third room on the second floor is your room."

  Si Fuqing: "…"

   Hateful capitalists who exploit workers!

   She took back what she had just said, it was not good-looking at all.

   But Yu Xiheng, as the boss, really prepared very thoughtfully, everything in the bedroom, and a few extra sets of clothes.

After   Si Fuqing took a bath, he relaxed a single horse and practiced his waist and legs for a while.

   After all, she is a dedicated person, and her work in the entertainment industry must also be done well.

   At ten o'clock, Si Fuqing climbed into the big velvet bed and went to bed.

   She slept lightly and never dreamed.

   But today she had a dream, and the content of the dream was still very clear.

   In the dream, Mr. Zuo did not die of a heart attack, and the Zuo family's business was booming.

   And unfortunately, she died while resisting Zuo Zonghe's invasion and could not be rescued.

   Mr. Zuo was admitted to the hospital because of excessive sadness and spent a month recovering.

After   , she was buried with great fanfare in the cemetery of the Zuo family, and the news said that the old man Zuo was benevolent and rich.

But Si Fuqing could see clearly that the old man Zuo had found an onmyoji and set up a formation next to her tomb, and heard the onmyoji say: "Although her luck is not much left, it is enough to guarantee Zuo The family is flourishing."

   "It's a pity, people are still dead, otherwise she would be alive, and her luck would be stronger."

After   , the Zuo family really rushed into the wealthy circle of Sijiucheng, the market was expanded to foreign countries, and the king of the Principality of the Western Continent was befriended.

   And even if she is dead, she nourishes the Zuo family with the only remaining luck, and sends the Zuo family soaring upwards, full of brilliance.

   At four in the morning, Si Fuqing slowly opened his eyes.

   It’s December, good morning.

   It should be almost time to add more~

   Everyone, vote more actively, the data is good and we will be on the shelves soon~~

   (end of this chapter)