Fortunately, she traveled through a world with a pretty good environment and did not have to be forced to work hard and start a business.

Unfortunately, she traveled through an era where both culture and technology are alternating between old and new. This feeling that she doesn't have, but may have in a few years, is as uncomfortable as it is itchy.

Instead of enduring waiting for him to pass by, it would be better to reach out and get comfortable sooner.

Of course, maybe it's too boring to add.

"Tell me," Fu Fengcheng seemed very interested in her purpose.

"You won't watch it yourself?" Leng Sa said a little lazy and unhappy.

Fu Fengcheng raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at the papers on the table, "Sorry, I'm just a little bit uninformed and can't quite understand."

When Leng Ye let his mind go, he also let his hands and pens go. The various things and data written on these things and the paper can be called soul writers, and can only be understood but not expressed in words.

It completely eliminates the living space of spies' detailed work.

Leng Sa glanced at him.

"Uh..." Did she draw these? Did she write them? What was this picture originally written?

"Let me think about it and tell you." Let me first understand the ideas.

“…”

On the fifth night of the wedding, the lights in the newlyweds' room in the Fu family's eldest son's yard were on until the second half of the night. Of course, because there were too few people in the eldest son's yard, outsiders did not know about this.

But the next morning, the eldest lady of the Fu family had a rare dark blue face under her eyes.

Looking at his face in the dressing mirror, Leng Sa couldn't help but cover her face and wailed.

I haven't been able to survive the night for too long, and now my little body is a little impatient.

Didn’t I just chat with Fu Fengcheng last night and accidentally chatted? I actually gave her a pair of dark circles and a pitiful look that she had been destroyed early in the morning.

"What's wrong with young lady? Didn't sleep well last night?" Lan Jing couldn't help but ask with a smile as she looked like the sky was about to fall.

Leng Sa glanced at her quietly, "When did Fu Fengcheng get up?"

Lan Jing thought for a while, "One hour ago."

"How is his complexion?" Leng Sa asked.

"It's not bad. I don't pay attention to it carefully. What's wrong with the eldest son?"

"No." Leng Sa replied expressionlessly.

Everyone stays up late, why don’t Fu Fengcheng have dark circles?

However, Leng Sa didn't have time to consider these issues. She slept too late last night and got up an hour late. Therefore, after a hurry to wash and eat, she had to prepare to go to school. There was class in the morning!

The only difference is probably that Leng Sa rarely put on makeup carefully before going out today.

"Big Young Master." Xu Shaoming pushed open the study door and walked in. Fu Fengcheng was sitting behind the desk and was writing something.

Seeing Xu Shaoming come in, Fu Fengcheng looked up at her, "Madam is gone?"

"Just going out." Xu Shaoming said.

Fu Fengcheng frowned slightly, "How is she looking?"

"It's great." Xu Shaoming said, "When isn't the young lady shining?" Xu Shaoming really thought that the young lady looked very good. Well, today she seemed to have put on makeup and looked more beautiful than usual. But there should be no need to tell the eldest young lady.

Fu Fengcheng nodded and did not say anything.

Xu Shaoming didn't care, just pretended that the eldest young man cared about his wife and asked casually.

"Have the second and third brother gone out?" Fu Fengcheng continued to lower his head to write, asking without raising his head.

Adjutant Xu deserves to be the universal adjutant, and immediately replied without hesitation, "The Third Young Master has gone out a long time ago, and the Second Young Master seems to be still at home."

Fu Fengcheng was not surprised, but just snorted.

Xu Shaoming was a little puzzled. After looking at Fu Fengcheng, he couldn't help but say, "Why should the eldest young master pay attention to the second young master and the third young master? They may not necessarily be with the eldest young master..." Even the one born with his own mother was so indifferent, let alone the one born with him.

After the eldest young master was injured, he didn't see the second young master and the third young master caring much. The eldest young master even spoke for them in front of the generals, and Xu Shaoming felt that it was really not worth it.

Fu Fengcheng said lightly: "What they think is their business. The Fu family does not raise waste."

"..." Mrs.'s strategy is to raise waste.

If the person who was the most annoying to the second and third young men go out to do things this time, it is undoubtedly Mrs. Fu.

Mrs. Fu really doesn't mind raising the second and third young masters for a lifetime. Anyway, the Fu family's great business will not be able to support two young masters. As long as they don't come out to cause trouble, they can just compete with her son for the Fu family.

The second and third young masters of the Fu family, who have been supported by this strategy for more than 20 years, are really not able to compete with Fu Yucheng now.

"Young Master doesn't want them..."

Fu Fengcheng looked up and glanced at him, "What do you think they can do for me?"

Xu Shaoming also felt that he was thinking too much. Instead of spending his efforts to train Fu Yingcheng and Fu Pingcheng, it would be better to spend some effort and time cultivating Fu Yangcheng. At least Fu Yangcheng is still young and has some potential to clean up.

Fu Fengcheng threw the pen on the table, leaned on the back of the chair behind him and closed his eyes slightly, "The old man's eyes were only staring at Zhang Bi and Long Xiao, and the backyard would catch a fire sooner or later."

Xu Shaoming raised his eyebrows, but actually disagreed.

The Fu family’s backyard has been treated clearly by Mrs. Fu over the years, and there is no one to beat! The eldest young master is thinking too much, right?

Fu Fengcheng waved his hand and ordered: "Send a message to Song Lang, and I will invite him to have tea in the afternoon to practice."

"Yes." Xu Shaoming couldn't help but complain in his heart: Mr. Song likes to drink, do you invite him to have tea? Will he really not hold the teacup on your head?

"By the way, young master." Xu Shaoming remembered his purpose and hurriedly said, "General Song said he wanted to ask for a meeting if he had something to do, and he wanted to ask for some advice."

Fu Fengcheng frowned slightly, "I have time at 1 pm, is Song Feng back?"

Xu Shaoming was stunned for a moment before he remembered that Song Feng was the eldest son of the Song family who had been transferred back some time ago. He nodded quickly and said, "Yes, he has also come to the eldest son's wedding a few days ago."

He just had a low status and sat with the second generations of the six southern provinces outside, but Young Master Fu didn't see it.

"Let Song Bo'ang bring him here." Fu Fengcheng said.

Xu Shaoming didn't dare to say anything more, just nodded, "Yes, the eldest son."

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