Dressed as a wealthy and rebellious son, his stepmother

Chapter 17 Acceptance
"Since you have given your living expenses to the servant just now, from today until the 24th of next month, you will not have any extra pocket money."

"It doesn't matter who cares." Fu Yang curled his lips and walked upstairs, "I'm going to sleep."

"Wait." Shu Wan stopped him.

"Why do you have so many things to do?" Fu Yang turned around impatiently, "Can you finish it all at once?"

"What day is it today?"

"How do I know, don't you know how to read the calendar without a mobile phone?"

Shu Wan took the phone and showed Fu Yang the screen, "It's only Wednesday, shouldn't you be at school?"

"How fresh." Although Fu Yang is only 14 years old and is still in the third grade of junior high school, he is now close to 1.8 meters tall. Standing on the steps and looking down, he has a condescending taste. "What's the use of going to school? I can buy a whole school with just one watch. Teach me? They also match it?"

"And you, don't think that you have got a little bit of power from my father, and you use chicken feathers as arrows. If you want to control me, you are not worthy."

After the words fell, Fu Yang went upstairs without looking back.

The look of the two of them at war, the housekeeper and servants were scared to death.

When Fu Yang's back disappeared on the second floor, there was a loud closing sound of the door.

The housekeeper stood beside Shu Wan, observed her expression, and cautiously persuaded, "Young Madam, the Young Master is still a child, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

"14 years old, not too young."

Shu Wan looked up at Fu Yang's room.

In the previous life, when a man was 14 years old, he could start a house independently and make great achievements.

When she was 14 years old, she led 5 elite soldiers and won the battle of Jinchuan.

Fu Yang developed such a character largely because everyone pampered him with the excuse that he was still a child.

Thinking of what Fu Yang said just now, Shu Wan tapped her finger on the sofa, "Go and open his bedroom door."

The housekeeper didn't dare to say, "Young Madam, the young master will definitely lose his temper. He doesn't allow others to break into his room."

"Didn't Fu Siyu tell you?" Shu Wan turned her head and glanced at the butler quietly.

Even though she was still a little girl, the majesty and pressure in that look were beyond the reach of the housekeeper who had seen countless storms.

Feeling guilty, he nodded quickly, "Okay, I'll let someone open the door now."

As expected by the butler, as soon as he opened the door, a vase flew out of the room.

The butler quickly stood in front of Shu Wan, protecting her and took a step back. In the next second, there were pillows, cups, computers, and mobile phones thrown out.

Inside the room, Fu Yang stared at Shu Wan angrily, "Are you annoying?"

The butler wanted to stop Shu Wan, but Shu Wan pushed his protecting arm away and walked straight towards Fu Yang.

Fu Yang still wanted to make some moves, but Shu Wan's ankle moved slightly, and a piece of broken porcelain flew up, directly shattering the vase on the table, and Fu Yang calmed down instantly.

He rubbed his hair irritably, and looked at Shu Wan angrily, "What exactly do you want?"

"Follow the schedule, and naturally I won't do anything to you again."

Looking at the unparalleled beauty of Shu Wan in front of him, for the first time in his life, Fu Yang felt what it meant to be powerless.

He couldn't fight again and again, and he couldn't talk about it, and his father even handed over all the rights to Shu Wan.

He didn't sleep well last night, and he was so tired in the morning, Fu Yang just wanted to sleep well.

He stretched out his hand towards Shu Wan, "Can't I promise you? Give me the plan, and it will be implemented from tomorrow. I want to sleep now, okay?"

Shu Wan signaled the housekeeper to hand over the schedule to Fu Yang, "Remember what you said."

When Shu Wan took the people away, Fu Yang looked at the mess on the ground, then looked at the schedule, and hit the bed several times angrily.

How could there be such a difficult person as Shu Wan! !
(End of this chapter)