Chapter 20 Master Fu Wins the Bamboo Shoots
Gu Zhao showed helplessness on his face, he wanted to care, and he had to be willing.
"I still have a few schedules to catch up here, and I'll be back in four or five days." Gu Che said.
Gu Zhao pursed his lips and hummed, hung up the phone, then turned and walked towards his sports car.
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Wanjin Mansion is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city center, and there are villas standing impressively.
To put it bluntly, it is a gathering place for the rich, and those who can live in it are all prominent masters.
Similarly, the security measures in the mansion are notoriously strict. Even the head of the household who lives in the mansion has to verify his identity when entering and leaving.
Of course, there is one exception.
The black luxury car drove into the mansion, and seeing the license plate, the guard at the gate let it go.
There is no delay, for fear of neglecting the people in the car.
"Brother Shan, you haven't verified your identity yet, why did you let the car in so easily?" The new security guard looked at the blurred shadow of the car and asked inexplicably.
The man called "Brother Shan" glanced at him, and said seriously, "You have only come to work for two days, so naturally you don't know, the license plate number of that car is a special exception in this mansion."
"When you see that license plate in the future, you don't need to verify your identity, just let it go."
Hearing this, the young man was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help but wonder, "What's the origin of the people in that car?"
"Too much curiosity is not a good thing." Brother Shan reminded, "Don't inquire about working here, just do your own duty."
The young man is also a discerning man, so he stopped asking, "Yes."
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The black luxury car was parked in the courtyard of the Tao family.
Fu Juncheng carried two gift boxes and walked up the steps unhurriedly.
As soon as I approached the door of the living room, I heard the sound of mahjong playing inside.
"Wait a minute, I'm going crazy."
"I didn't see clearly just now, I won't type this."
Fu Juncheng walked into the living room, saying that the laughter suddenly stopped.
The four people at the card table all looked at him, and the old lady had a kind smile on her face, and stood up to meet him, "Ah Cheng."
Fu Juncheng spoke softly, "Grandma."
"You haven't been here for a long time, I thought you had forgotten your grandparents." The old lady smiled from ear to ear.
"Have you eaten yet? What do you want to eat? Grandma will make it for you."
Fu Juncheng put the gift box on the table and said, "No need, I've eaten it."
"uncle."
When the milky voice came, I couldn't restrain my surprise.
The small figure ran towards him, didn't stop, and bumped into his leg fiercely.
The little guy fell to the ground, and without crying, Gulu got up from the ground.
With sparkling eyes, he stretched out his hand to Fu Juncheng, "Uncle, hug."
The cute and coquettish behavior made the old lady and the others laugh.
Fu Juncheng looked down at the chubby little guy at his feet, his thin lips curled slightly, "Fat again."
Hearing the word "fat", the little guy's eyes turned red immediately, and the golden peas rolled in his eyes, "Uncle is bad, I'm not fat, I'm strong."
Fu Juncheng smiled dumbly, reached out and squeezed his little milk fat, and then teased the baby, "You are puffy."
Take the bamboo shoots.
Three-year-olds can't escape his poisonous tongue.
"Wow…"
The earth-shaking cries suddenly sounded, and the little guy was extremely wronged.
Jin Doudou jumped out as if he didn't want money. The old lady reached out and patted Fu Juncheng's arm, smiling helplessly.
"How can you be so funny to children."
Immediately afterwards, she stretched out her hand to hug the little guy, and coaxed softly, "Hengheng is good, don't cry, your uncle is teasing you, Hengheng is not fat at all, he looks good."
(end of this chapter)