True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

After getting the letter of approval, the person on the other end of the phone was so excited: "Brother, I'll prepare now, you wait, I'll be in Shanghai tomorrow morning."

"Ian, you don't have to worry." Fu Yun said calmly, "I have another important thing to do. You can arrive on the 12th."

"Hurry up, hurry up, of course." The voice of rummaging through boxes and cabinets came from the other end of the phone, "Finally waiting for this day, can you be in a hurry?"

Few people know what the original intention of Venus Group was.

The original intention was actually just to get Yuxiangfang back.

As a result, accidentally, it became the world's top group.

Who knows how.

"Brother, is something wrong?" After Ian was excited, he calmed down, "Why did you suddenly understand?"

He knew about the Fu family's affairs, and he knew how disgusting the Fu Mingcheng family was.

If it weren't for Mr. Fu, if it wasn't for Fu Yunshen's cleverness, he wouldn't even have a chance to grow up, and he would have died.

Ian knew even more that Fu Yunshen had never done anything because of Mr. Fu.

Blood ties are a wonderful thing, and there will always be ties.

In order for Mr. Fu to spend his later years peacefully, Fu Yunshen could endure anything.

"It's nothing." Fu Yun narrowed his peach eyes and smiled lightly, "That's right, I don't have anything anymore."

Having said all that, how could Ian not know what happened, and his heart froze immediately.

He should have thought of it earlier.

If one day, Fu Yunshen decides to attack the Fu family, it must be that Mr. Fu is gone.

The Fu family can't trap him anymore.

There are few things in this world that can trap Fu Yunshen.

"Brother, you...you still have us." Ian was very uncomfortable, and he didn't know how to comfort him. "You, don't be sad."

"Yeah." Fu Yunshen didn't say anything, "Hang up."

When he was about to put away the phone, WeChat dinged.

Is his only star friend now.

[Sir, don't be afraid, I still have money, I can still afford to support you, you go to eat here, I have reserved a seat. 】

[These two days, I will not disturb you, you should be quiet. 】

Fu Yun's fingers paused, and his eyelashes moved.

Somewhere in the heart, as if it had been struck by something.

clenched deeply.

After a full five minutes of pause, Fu Yunshen replied.

[Thank you Yaoyao, my brother will. 】

He left the cemetery and drove to the city center.

**

An hour later, Maserati stopped in front of a three-Michelin star.

Fu Yunshen pushed open the door and went in.

The man's face is handsome, too attractive, and extremely outstanding.

Immediately, someone inside recognized him.

It was already eight o'clock at this time, and after dinner time, there were not too many people, and there was only one table of guests.

It's a few sons and brothers at a party.

One of the young masters stood up with a bottle of wine.

"Yo, isn't this the number one flirtatious dude in Shanghai, Fu Qishao, Fu Yunshen?" He smiled, and then seemed to have suddenly realized, "Oh, no, no, you are not even the Fu family."

"Meng Yang, don't tear people's wounds directly." Another young master looked sarcastic, "He's still a flirtatious dude, but he's just out of money."

"Yeah, Fu Yunshen." Meng Yang smiled maliciously, "This store is not cheap. You were kicked out of Fu's house, and your bank card was frozen, right?"

He was contemptuous: "Do you want me to lend you some money and treat you to a meal?"

With that said, Meng Yang shook the wine bottle in his hand again: "Did you see it? This bottle of Remy Martin costs 20,000 a bottle, tsk tsk, it's a pity, you won't be able to drink it in the future."

In fact, the Meng family was not ranked in Shanghai City, and came from a nouveau riche.

Now that Meng Yang can step on Fu Yunshen, he will naturally not miss this opportunity.

Meng Yu took out his pocket and was about to take out his card and give alms to Fu Yunshen, but was interrupted by footsteps.

It was the manager of the restaurant, and he was followed by a dozen waiters.

The waiter held a dinner plate and red wine in his hands, which was so dazzling that it blinded the eyes of Meng Yang's sons and brothers.

"Seventh young master." The manager ignored them, and stepped forward very respectfully, "This is specially prepared for you by Miss Ying. She knows that you are in a bad mood, so she ordered these for you."

Fu Yun took a deep look and raised his head.

The most striking is the ten bottles of red wine.

Produced by Bordeaux wineries, a bottle of 100,000.

Not to mention other dishes, they are all top quality ingredients.

Meng Yang and several other sons were stunned.

They also don't learn a lot, and they have some money on them, so it's not a problem to eat in a Michelin three-star restaurant.

But there is absolutely no such big money, and you can order a million-dollar red wine.

Meng Yang was still holding a bank card with a deposit of 500,000 yuan in his hand, and his face only felt hot and painful.

"Miss Ying has reserved the place today." The manager then looked at Meng Yang and the others, "I'm just waiting for the seventh young master to come, sorry we can't accommodate a few more."

He made a gesture of please, politely estranged.

Meng Yang's face turned blue, and he left in a huff.

The other sons and brothers didn't have much face left, they were very embarrassed.

After the waiter arranged the dishes, he also withdrew.

The candles are bright and the lights are warm.

Fu Yunshen sat down.

He looked down at the table, and suddenly smiled.

Only then did he know that her so-called raising him was serious.

Not just casually speaking, nor to comfort him.

He is a little greedy.

I want to make her into him, little friend.

But he felt he didn't deserve it.

He doesn't deserve good things, and he doesn't deserve to pull her down.

He has lived in revenge all his life, and he lives to find out the group of people from twenty years ago.

He is already in hell, how dare he hope for the light.

**

Although Fu Yunshen told him to slow down, Ian came quickly.

On the evening of November 10th, he brought several cronies of the Venus Group to Shanghai and stayed at the Queen Hotel.

Although the Queen Hotel is not a property of the Venus Group, it also has a part of the shares.

Yunshan and Yunwu are also there.

"Where's my brother?" Ian entered the room and glanced, "He's not here?"

Saying that, he put down the two bottles of wine: "I also rushed back before his birthday, thinking about celebrating."

"You forgot, tomorrow—" Yun Shan pursed his lips, "Tomorrow is the birthday of Miss Liu Ying and the old lady, and the young master will go to worship."

Ian suddenly fell silent, his eyes complicated.

They followed Fu Yunshen for the past few years and never saw him celebrate his birthday.

Because his birthday was the death anniversary of Fu Liuying and Yan Yuehua.

He bears a deep blood feud and cannot let go.

Yunshan put away the gun, and picked up a sack and a bundle of rope: "We're leaving."

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ian was puzzled. "Are you going to fight?"

"It's not a fight." This time it was Yun Wu who said, "Isn't the young master going to start cleaning up the Fu family? So let's go and tie up Fu Yichen."

"When the young master finished worshipping Miss Liu Ying and the old lady, he just cleaned up."

"Tie someone?" Ian became interested and rolled up his sleeves, "I'll go too, and catch him off guard."

Yun Shan looked at him with disgust, but didn't say anything.

The three go out together.

**

Fu Liuying was not buried in the cemetery, but on a mountain to the east.

After Fu Yunshen went to the cemetery to worship Mrs. Fu Yan Yuehua, he went to the place where Fu Liuying was buried.

When he reached the top of the mountain, it was already half past eleven at night.

The night was dark, there were no stars in the sky, and even the moon was obscured by clouds, and there was no light.

Fu Liuying's grave is very simple.

It was a wordless monument with nothing on it.

This is not because Mr. Fu doesn't pay attention to Fu Liuying, but because he is afraid that the group of people from 20 years ago will come again.

No one knows if they will dig the grave too.

Fu Yun knelt down halfway.

He raised his hand, stroked the cold tombstone, suddenly smiled, and said softly, "Mom, actually... I still miss you very much."

His impression of Fu Liuying was actually not that deep, after all, it was only two years.

The only thing that was still impressive was that when Fu Liuying hugged him and coaxed him to sleep, he would often say a word to him.

"Xiao Qi, mother, I named you Yun Shen because I hope that even in the darkness of the abyss, you will have the sunlight that illuminates you."

"Mom's little seven, I will grow up happily and safely in the future, and my mother also hopes to be by your side all the time."

In the end, none of Fu Liuying's two wishes came true.

"Actually it's nothing." Fu Yun smiled deeply, leaning back against a tree, looking up at the sky, faintly, "After so many years, I've gotten used to it by myself."

accustomed to being alone.

Get used to laughing.

Because only laughter can prove that he is happy, even if it is a poor disguise.

The top of the mountain was silent and silent.

Suddenly it rained in the sky.

Drop by drop, gradually getting bigger.

It rained heavily, and the sky was dark.

Fu Yunshen was still leaning against the tombstone, very quiet, and did not evade, letting himself be in the rain.

The rain ran down his hair, face, and chin in strands, soaking all his clothes, and almost drowning him.

But at this moment, footsteps sounded, very shallow, almost inaudible.

But Fu Yun has been practicing ancient martial arts for many years, and his ears are naturally not comparable to ordinary people.

As long as he is vigilant, he can hear every movement.

Fu Yunshen raised his head, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and looked over.

In the darkness, someone slowly walked towards him.

A few seconds later, the pouring rain on his head stopped at this moment.

The girl stood in the rain, bent down slightly, and held an umbrella for him.

As if in this world, the only light.

Said to be enlightened this month

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