God-level Quick Wear: Sick Host, Ask For Light Pet

Qi Yu took Ningmeng back to Fu's house.

I haven't come back for more than two months, but the furnishings at home are still the same.

Ningmeng didn't let Qi Yu hug, but ran in on her four short legs.

Qi Yu followed her and entered the door.

Fu Qiangyuan, who is often busy on weekdays, is actually at home this time. He is sitting on the sofa, shirt and tie, suit and leather shoes. Even if he is now more than 40 years old, the years have not left his face. The traces of the years, the faint fine lines on the corners of his eyes will only make his temperament more mature and charming.

"Father." Qi Yu called to Fu Qiangyuan.

Because of his own experience, if it were the first plane, Qi Yu would definitely not be able to call out these two words so calmly, but after a few planes, he also grew up silently.

Qi Yu didn't forget those dark and abusive memories, but suppressed them deeply in his heart.

"I'm back." Fu Qiangyuan raised his head and glanced at Qi Yu, then said: "There is a banquet in the evening, you will attend instead of me."

"Okay." Qi Yu nodded and sat down on another sofa.

Fu Qiangyuan said: "Tonight's banquet was hosted by the Wang family, and the old man of the Wang family celebrates his 80th birthday. I have prepared the gift, and my secretary will hand it over to you this afternoon."

"Yeah." Qi Yu replied, "When I was in the United States, I ran into the president of the Liu Group. He said that there was a piece of land in the Dongpu District and asked if we were interested."

"Dongpu District?" Fu Qiangyuan pondered for a moment: "I will let Xiaofang contact the other party for this matter."

With the same serious look on the two seven-point similar faces, they began to talk about official business.

The father and son hadn't seen each other for more than two months, nor had they talked on the phone.

But when they met, what the two talked about first was actually official, but looking at their looks, they didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong.

Ningmeng turned his head and glanced at the two people who were sitting on the sofa talking about official business, and then ran back and forth with short legs.

I haven't returned for more than two months, and the smell of her staying in this home before will disappear.

Now when she comes back, she is like a king who is patrolling her own territory, leaving her own scent in all the corners of the villa.

In the afternoon, Qi Yu fed Ningmeng, milk and food in advance, and then left Ningmeng in the villa, in his own suit and shoes, and with his assistant Lu Yan, to attend the evening banquet.

The Wang family relies on entertainment companies to make their fortunes. The entertainment company operated by the Wang family is currently a giant in the entertainment industry in City A.

There are not many intersections between the Wang family and the Fu family, and Qi Yu just took the gifts that Fu Qiangyuan had prepared for him to walk around.

After delivering the gift, Qi Yu sat low-key on the sofa in the corner.

The Fu family's background in the underworld makes people jealous, but at the same time, there are many people who want to curry favor.

However, the people who can come to the banquet are not ordinary people, and the ability to look at people's eyes is even better.

Qi Yu's body clearly exudes a message that strangers should not enter, so no one dared to approach him until halfway through the banquet.

Until a young man with an outstanding appearance in a dark blue suit walked up to Qi Yu, shook the red wine glass in his hand, and looked at him condescendingly with his height advantage: "Fu Shao, sit here alone. Isn't it boring?"