After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 48 I was bullied by your ex-wife!

When Fu Yu saw Nan Song stopped, he thought there was something going on and happily followed him, only to be met with a face as cold as ice.

"What's wrong with you?!"

Fu Yu felt as if he had been slapped on the back of his head, "Huh?"

Nan Song looked at him with the expression of a mentally retarded child, "We are all adults. Are you childish? Do you think you are a junior high school student? Also, why did I agree to be with a playboy like you just to gain favor with Yu Jinwen?" , I’m full and stuffed, what can I do? If you want to play, there are women to play with you, but I don’t have time, and I don’t want to play with you, do you hear me clearly?”

She yelled "dang dang dang" angrily, making Fu Yu look like he was in junior high school. After the fight, he met the dean and was scolded bloody.

Fu Yu was messy in the wind for a long time. When Nan Song had enough scolding, he bowed tremblingly, "I understand, Teacher Nan."

That respectful look made the assistant and bodyguard behind him tense up and almost laugh out loud.

Nan Song graciously let Fu Yu go.

Fu Yu secretly sent a message to Yu Jinwen to complain: [I was bullied by your ex-wife! 】

Yu Jinwen: [? 】

Fu Yu: [I wanted her to fall in love with me to make you angry, but she called me naive and scolded me! (Aggrieved face)]

Yu Jinwen: [……]

Fu Yu: [It has been a long, long, long time since I met a woman with such upright views and such a character.I found that I like her even more!I decided to officially start pursuing her! 】

Yu Jinwen stared at the long line of words, his dark eyes covered with a layer of frost, like a cold wind blowing, and his whole body was filled with a low pressure.

He turned off the phone screen and looked out the car window, his mind filled with what Jiang Fan said to him.

If what he said was true, then Nan's father and mother died on the way to Beicheng to propose marriage three years ago, and Nan Song appeared next to him and married him not long after.

Could it be that he is really the person Nan Song has been secretly in love with for ten years?

But how did he and Nan Song have any intersection ten years ago?

Ten years ago...

Yu Jinwen closed his eyes and meditated for a while, but he couldn't find any memories.

He opened his eyes and ordered in a deep voice: "He Zhao, go and find out the cause of death of Chairman Nan and Mrs. Nan. Also, list all my travel tracks ten years ago. I want to take a look."

"Ok."

He Zhao responded and asked: "Mr. Yu, are we going back to Beicheng now? Why don't we stay in Nancheng for a few more days?"

"I won't wait any longer. Let's go back."

Yu Jinwen was in a depressed mood. He couldn't get any results from Nan Song, so he might as well check it himself.

As for the racecourse business, she had made it clear that she did not want to cooperate with him, so why should he be shy and insist on getting involved?
He smiled bitterly and shook his head. In half his life, this was the first time that he had been disliked and rejected so completely.

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Nan Song and Fu Yu visited the huge horse farm and were quite satisfied with the land.

"According to the current progress, it should be completed by the end of the month. I can also bring in that batch of horse breeds from Inner Mongolia. When the time comes, you pick one and I will keep it for you."

After resting for a while in the small pavilion, Fu Yu took the water handed over by his assistant and gave Nan Song a bottle.

Nan Song took it, "Okay, thank you."

Fu Yu smiled, "It's rare to hear the word 'thank you' from your mouth."

"As long as you stop saying those nonsense, I will be polite and courteous to you. I am very qualified." Nan Song unscrewed the bottle cap and raised his head to drink water.Her neck was lightly raised, and her already beautiful swan neck was even more beautiful at this moment. There were no neck lines at all. Fu Yu felt that she was really beautiful.

"It's almost noon. Are you hungry? I'll treat you to a meal."

Nan Song drank the remaining water and said, "Let me treat you."

Since he wanted to give her a horse, she naturally wanted to repay him with a favor and treat him to a meal.

As the host, Nan Song took Fu Yu to a very famous local restaurant, which specializes in Huaiyang cuisine. It was exactly twelve o'clock when they arrived, and there was a long queue outside, waiting to be called.

"Business is good. I've wanted to eat in this store for a long time, but I heard that they don't accept reservations, and the number of places is limited every day. It's quite a gimmick, so I don't know how it tastes."

Fu Yu sighed, and as Nan Song walked in, the manager was greeting the guests. The old man saw Nan Song coming and trotted over, "You're here!"

Nan Song gave a faint "hmm" and said, "Bring your friends over for a meal and let Master Ding make a few simple dishes."

"Yes. The Qingya Room upstairs has been cleaned up for you. This way, please."

The manager respectfully asked Nan Song to come up.

Fu Yu followed Nan Song up and asked, "Is this also your Nan's property?"

"It doesn't count." Nan Song said, "It's a shop I opened myself."

Fu Yu was slightly surprised. As a foodie, he has opened many restaurants, but the catering industry is not easy to work in, and it is rare to be able to do so prosperously. "But as far as I know, this store has a history of five or six years, right?" .”

"Yes." Nan Song led him into the private room and told him, "I opened this shop that year, firstly for food, and secondly to make money."

Fu Yu raised his eyebrows, "You are the eldest lady of the Nan family, how can you still be short of money?"

"I have been working on my own to earn money since I was three years old. My parents are very picky and are reluctant to give me pocket money, so I have to earn it by myself."

Nan Song was as familiar in Qingya Room as he was at home. He washed his hands, sat at the table and heated a cup and warmed a pot. He gestured very skillfully and asked in an elegant tone, "Pu'er or Longjing?"

Fu Yu couldn't take his eyes off her pleasing tea art, and said: "Pu'er."

While waiting for the meal, Nan Song and Fu Yu exchanged opinions on the business plan of the racecourse, and some differences arose. Fu Yu advocated aristocraticization, while Nan Song advocated civilianization.

"I know what you mean. You want to expand the scope of customers and allow more people to participate, but have you ever considered that with the current level of economic development in Nancheng, there may only be a small group of people who have spare money to learn equestrian skills? People, to put it bluntly, equestrian is still an aristocratic sport, and it is very expensive. We have to consider the investment and income spent on raising a horse, and doing business is not charity."

Fu Yu looks cynical, but when it comes to serious matters, he still has a correct attitude and his own opinions.

Nan Song took a sip of tea and said in a calm voice, "Charity is for fame, business is for profit. In essence, I am still a businessman, so of course I have to proceed from profit."

She handed a folder to Fu Yu, "This is the per capita consumption level of Beicheng, Nancheng and Rongcheng. Beicheng is the highest, with the largest gap between rich and poor; Rongcheng is second; Nancheng is the highest among these three cities. The per capita is the lowest, but the growth rate is the fastest. The land in the northern suburbs is very special because it is at the junction of the three major cities of Beicheng, Nancheng and Rongcheng, so the consumption levels of the three cities need to be taken into consideration."

While Nan Song was talking, Fu Yu was flipping through the information. The information was very detailed and clear at a glance.

"Equestrian used to be an aristocratic sport, with high thresholds and a niche. But now with the improvement of living standards, especially when our generation becomes parents, more and more parents are focusing their families on cultivating their children. On the other hand, letting children learn to ride horses from an early age is the same as learning vocal music or learning foreign languages. Rather than turning aristocratic sports into civilians, it is better to say that aristocratic sports are becoming children."

Nan Song said: "It would be a pity to only build a private racecourse in a place as big as the northern suburbs. What if it were an open racecourse, without restrictions, everyone is equal, and anyone can come and play. It would diversify the projects, including a children's paradise." , libraries, hot springs, barbecues, leisure, parties, etc., it can be done. Wouldn’t it be great to let the people have a high-end experience at the cheapest price, and the private racecourse can also be retained?”

Fu Yu listened to her logical words, obviously he had done enough homework, and he was both surprised and pleasantly surprised.

He clicked his tongue and said, "You have an extraordinary appetite. You want to put both the poor and the rich's money into your own pocket."

Nan Song smiled slightly, "It's our pocket."

(End of this chapter)