Chapter 684 Finale (Part 1)

Lin Ruoxi looked up at the man. Fu Qinglun raised his slender fingers to unbutton his suit as soon as he entered the room, and threw the suit on the soft big bed in the room. He walked to the French window, put one hand in his trouser pocket, took out his mobile phone with one hand, and lowered his eyes to deal with the business documents inside.

Lin Ruoxi's eyes showed obsession. She hadn't seen him for a long time. He was away from Yecheng for four years. When he returned, he had the status of the young master of Guding Castle.

She didn't even have the chance to get close to him.

Four years made him go from 27 to 31, the golden age of a man. With the precipitation of time, he became more handsome and his status became more respected.

But, the most charming thing about him is that his temperament is still so clean, elegant and noble.

This is what makes her so fascinated by him.

"Mr. Smithson, I'll go in and take a shower first." Lin Ruoxi said.

Fu Qinglun didn't raise his eyes, but just responded lightly.

Lin Ruoxi entered the bathroom.

…

In the bathroom, Lin Ruoxi, who had just finished her bath, was wearing a suspender nightgown. She looked at her beautiful face in the mirror.

Lin Shiyu's face was really expensive. She had several plastic surgeries and spent more than 10 million yuan.

But she was very satisfied.

Every day when she looked at this beautiful face in the mirror, she felt that she was Lin Shiyu.

Lin Shiyu could get Fu Qinglun's supreme favor.

For so many years, this favor has never faded.

It really made all women red-eyed.

Lin Ruoxi pulled down the collar of the suspender, then turned around and walked into the room with satisfaction.

In the room, Fu Qinglun was still by the French window, but he had already sat on the sofa, sitting on the armrest of the sofa. He had a black leather belt around his slender waist, half of his hips were sitting, and his two proud long legs were stretched forward lazily and casually. Because his legs were too long, his trouser legs were worn to nine points.

Lin Ruoxi looked at him with admiration. Every detail of this man was so exquisite and exquisite.

She stepped forward.

Fu Qinglun was processing documents, and at this moment, two thin white legs entered his sight. He slowly lifted his handsome eyelids.

Lin Ruoxi stood in front of him, her long hair wet, her face flushed, she was really a delicate look, "Don't work, go to bed early."

Fu Qinglun looked at this beautiful little face as big as a palm, raised his beautiful sword eyebrows, and slowly stood up.

He was very tall, and he was taller than her when he stood up.

Lin Ruoxi's body softened, and she unconsciously took a step back.

Fu Qinglun took a step forward, approaching step by step, "It's only seven o'clock now and you're going to bed. There's no entertainment?"

Entertainment activities?

Lin Ruoxi quickly closed her eyes, nervous, expectant, her heartbeat was about to jump out of her throat.

At this time, Fu Qinglun's slender fingers hooked up the black suit that she was pressing under her body, and pulled it out, "You should go to bed early."

He got up and got out of bed and left the room.

He left?

It was as if a basin of cold water was poured from Lin Ruoxi's head to her feet. He actually left?

…

Three days later, there would be a grand feast in Country Z, so the thousand-mile lawn outside the French window was decorated with lights and brightly lit.

The underground floor of the White House had an entertainment venue where people could play cards, drink, gamble, and pick up women. It was really a life of luxury.

Fu Qinglun came to a luxurious box and pushed the door open.

"Mr. Smithson, you're here?" The CEO inside greeted him quickly.

Fu Qinglun nodded and sat on a sofa.

He glanced at the man next to him, "Didn't you play cards?"

Gu Mohan was leaning lazily on the sofa, wearing a black shirt. The pattern of the shirt went from his muscular chest to his handsome shoulders, and then to his shoulder blades behind, forming a handsome and noble smooth line. He held a cigarette between his fingers and was smoking.

There was a card table next to him, and several CEOs were playing cards, but Gu Mohan didn't play.

He was smoking alone, with a deep and reserved temperament, and slightly frowned his sword-like eyebrows.

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Gu Mohan glanced at Fu Qinglun with a faint sidelong glance, "No spring night?"

Fu Qinglun curled his lips, "Seeing that you are alone, I came to accompany you."

Gu Mohan replied, "Go back, I don't like you."

Fu Qinglun kicked him directly.

There was a shoe print on his trousers, Gu Mohan slowly curled his lips, and smiled brightly.

A waiter came over and poured some red wine for Fu Qinglun. He picked up the red wine glass and took a sip.

"Drink less, this wine is strong." Gu Mohan reminded.

"Oh." Fu Qinglun responded and poured himself another glass of wine.

The bosses over there were having a great time chatting, discussing the art of controlling the house, "I tell you, this woman, you have to bully her well, if you don't bully her, she can climb over your head and bully you!"

Gu Mohan narrowed his eyes, it was very lively over there, he and Fu Qinglun seemed particularly quiet here, but those beauties passing by all looked over here, the quietness deep in the hustle and bustle is often the gathering place of the real superiors, the real power-hungry ones.

Gu Mohan didn't take the words of these bosses seriously, just listening to jokes.

Gu Mohan glanced at Fu Qinglun, Fu Qinglun held a red wine glass in his slender fingers, shaking lazily, the red liquid hit the glass, and he drank another glass of wine.

This will definitely make you drunk.

Gu Mohan stretched out his hand and snatched the red wine glass in his palm, "Your family... is it Lin Shiyu who bullied you?"

"..."

There's no way to be friends!

Fu Qinglun got up and left.

Gu Mohan called from behind, "Where are you going?"

"Go out and have a smoke."

…

In the cloister.

Fu Qinglun was smoking. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and held a cigarette between the slender fingers of one hand. His handsome back was lazily leaning against the wall, one long leg stretched forward, and the other long leg bent, lowered. There is a faint smoke in the head.

At this time, two beauties accompanying the drink passed by. Their eyes fell on Fu Qinglun, and their eyes lit up.

The retro palace lanterns in the cloister illuminated his handsome face, and every handsome line seemed to be carefully drawn by an artist. The cuff buttons of the white shirt were not loosened, but wrapped around his strong and thin wrists, which was particularly charming.

"Handsome guy, would you like to buy us a drink?" The beauty couldn't help but go up and chat.

Fu Qinglun gently raised his handsome eyelids and gave the two beauties a cold look.

"roll."

He simply said one word.

The faces of the two beauties were distorted with anger. They twisted their buttocks and left, "Why are you pretending?"

At this time, a series of melodious cell phone ringtones rang. He took out his cell phone and saw that it was Aunt Su calling.

"Hey, sir, where have you been? Come and take a look. The young master is awake. He is probably hungry and is crying."

Fu Qinglun quickly stood up straight. He stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it in the trash can. He turned around and left, "I know."

…

in the room.

Aunt Su opened the door to the room, and Fu Qinglun walked in with steady steps. In the stroller, Xiao Shushu was crying sadly.

Fu Qinglun reached out and held Xiao Shushu in his arms.

Xiao Shushu glanced at his father, curled his mouth, and sobbed in aggrieved and pitiful manner.

"Sir, the young master must be hungry. I'm going to call Miss Lin now." Aunt Su turned and left.

"Stop calling her, she has no milk." Fu Qinglun lifted her thin lips.

Aunt Su hesitated and said in confusion, "Sir, what do you mean? This woman will produce milk once she gives birth to a baby. This cannot be false."

Fu Qinglun frowned and handed Xiao Shushu to Aunt Su, "Give her some water first, and I'll find some milk."

what does it mean?

Aunt Su was confused, but the man had already gone out.

…

In the cloister.

Fu Qinglun walked forward and when he reached the corner, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Lin Shiyu came.

Lin Shiyu was still wearing a black gauze on her face. She came to see Xiao Shushu. As a mother, she knew that Xiao Shushu would definitely be hungry at this point.

Her steps faltered because her eyes collided with Fu Qinglun's.

The encounter was unexpected.

Both of them stopped, and Fu Qinglun's cold black eyes fell on her.

Lin Shiyu turned her eyes away, walked away, and passed by him.

But in the next second, a white and clean big hand came over and grabbed her slender wrist. A man's low and hoarse voice sounded in her ears, "My son is hungry and needs milk."

Lin Shiyu frowned tightly, she wanted to leave.

But Fu Qinglun held her little hand, "Do you miss your son?"

He held her soft little hand in his palm, and then led her back to the room.

…

in the room.

Aunt Su saw Lin Shiyu wearing a veil and quickly asked, "Sir, who is this?"

Fu Qinglun lifted her thin lips and said, "Give her the young master."

"Oh, okay." Aunt Su handed the little Shushu in her arms to Lin Shiyu.

Xiao Shushu stopped crying immediately after reaching Mommy's arms, and rubbed his little head against Mommy's chest, wanting to eat.

Lin Shiyu leaned over and kissed her son's little face, then sat on the edge of the bed, unbuttoned her clothes, and started breastfeeding.