Chapter: 771

Seeing the firm light in Rila's eyes, Xiaohan burst out two words: "Come on."

the other side.

Fu Yechen stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, watching the neon lights gradually light up the whole city.

The endlessly prosperous night scene outside shows that the nightlife has just begun.

If it was usual, he would have left the office long ago to have fun.

But today, he is not in the mood.

He was forced into bankruptcy by his own uncle, and he will be saddled with a hefty fine.

It's not that he regrets the stupid things he did, but more, hate.

Relying on the signboard of Fu Shiting's own nephew, he has been able to get in until now, and it was easy for Fu Shiting to crush him to death.

In the past few days, he watched his father call Fu Shiting countless times to plead for mercy in order to restore the broken situation. He hoped that Fu Shiting would let him go for the sake of family affection, but Fu Shiting either didn't answer the phone or transferred the call to assistant.

Fu Shiting is so heartless and heartless!

His mother has died for him, and now he just wants to live well, why should he be burdened with such a huge debt?

It's more painful than killing him.

After an unknown amount of time, the office door opened and Fu Han walked in.

"Let's go! Starting from tomorrow, this is not your company." Fu Han said coldly, "Your uncle is cruel, but you are even more cruel! If you weren't my son, I wouldn't have to be implicated by you at all! It's even more impossible. Cover up you murderer!"

"Dad, I know that I have committed a serious crime, but it has already happened. What's the use of blaming me again?" Fu Yechen turned around and faced his father, "I went the wrong way, and you didn't teach me well."

Fu Han pursed his lips and was speechless.

The father and son left the company with red eyes and returned home.

The servant brings dinner to the table.

Fu Han has no appetite and just wants to drink.

"Sell the old house! This is the only valuable property in my hands. Sell the old house and pay off the debt. I will never take care of you in the future." Fu Han poured his wine to himself.

Fu Yechen choked and said, "I don't want to sell the old house. If the house is sold, where will we live in the future? I'm not married, and I don't have a house. How can I marry a wife?"

"For all this, you still think about marrying a daughter-in-law!"

"I don't want to marry a daughter-in-law, are you still going to end?" Fu Yechen drank a glass of sultry wine and asked, "Dad, you are Fu Shiting's brother, don't you have any control over Fu Shiting?"

"The handle?" Fu Han was stunned for a moment. "Although I'm his brother, but I'm too old with him, I don't know anything about his business!"

"I'm not talking about business. I'm talking about his personal affairs... I heard that my grandfather was killed by him." Fu Yechen lowered his voice, "Dad, you are sure about this matter. Clear? Why didn't you tell me? If someone hadn't come to me..."

"Who is looking for you? Who told you!" Fu Han's eyes widened at the boss, "Breaking down your uncle won't do us any good!"

"What if someone else is willing to pay off the debt for me? Dad, I will never agree to sell the old house. This house will definitely appreciate in value in the future." Fu Yechen calculated, "Have you heard of Tang Qiaosen? Fu Shiting's classmate is also Fu Shiting's opponent."

In Fu Han's eyes, emotions were unpredictable.

He also wants to keep the old house.

But the scandal of selling out his home is not a glorious thing.

If the mother was still there, she would definitely vomit blood.

"Dad, I don't know what you are hesitating about. Fu Shiting has already killed our father and son. Can you keep a secret for him in exchange for a penny? I just want money now!"

Fu Han was forced to burst into tears: "Your grandfather was indeed killed by your uncle. Your uncle was almost sent to a junior school. In order to protect your uncle, your grandma asked a psychiatrist to issue a psychiatric diagnosis certificate." JrNovels.com