Young Master Fu’s Incredible Real Heiress

He only knew that Liang Han had offended people for no reason, and the opportunity suddenly fell into his hands from the sky.

And this time Qin Fanya was very generous to herself, and she agreed to all of her investment conditions almost without hesitation.

All of this must be given by Liang Han.

He had to inquire about the situation, so as not to offend Qin Fanya himself.

"It has nothing to do with you." Liang Han didn't want to discuss this kind of thing with him.

"Just chat."

"Nothing to talk about."

Zeng Guangzhi said sternly: "Liang Han, this is where you don't know how to praise. Miss Qin invested in me this time, and I want to pull you to work with my crew. If that's the case, then forget it. I'll find another Collaborate."

"Zeng Guangzhi, don't you just want to use me to make a movie for you when you pull me together? Don't talk about high-sounding words. Don't take me as the first day I met you."

Zeng Guangzhi was a little annoyed when he revealed his true purpose, and said, "Okay, that's why we don't have to talk. I was thinking of saying a few good things to you in front of Miss Qin, hehe, just stay here and wait. I'm going to change to the hotel arranged by Miss Qin now, you can continue to wait in this broken hotel. "

Liang Han returned to the room without turning on the light, and was unsure whether he was going to leave Hong Kong Island soon.

This initial agreement dragged him into a dilemma. If he left now, Qin Fanya would sue him in the name of breaking the contract first. If he didn't leave, everything would be in the future.

All the initiative is in the hands of Qin Fanya, who has the absolute right to speak.

Liang Han lowered his head and sat in the shadows in the room.

Until a sudden ringing of the phone woke him up.

He reached for the phone and weakly clicked it.

A formal and gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Director Liang? I'm Yao Jiahong, the project leader of Time TV. I have something I want to talk to you about in terms of investment."

"It's me, it's me!" Liang Han stood up from the shadows, and the neon light outside the window fell on his shoulders.

...

Fu family mansion.

The morning sun shone brightly throughout the yard.

The lighting in the hall is also very good. The light comes in from all directions from the insulating glass, and the bright light fills the entire living room interior.

Shi Jin and Fu Xiuyuan were sitting on the sofa, both wearing light-colored home clothes, cuddling each other in the sunlight, and the picture was eye-catching.

Butler Kang brought the tea set up, put in the water, and plugged in the electricity.

Shi Jin took out the tea leaves, put them into the tea set skillfully, washed the tea, and made the tea.

After the first cup, she handed it to Fu Xiuyuan: "Try this."

"The artistic conception is secluded and distant, like an afternoon with mountains and rocks, and the aftertaste feels like the waves rolling in." After drinking a cup, Fu Xiuyuan commented softly, "So this is the tea in the past, with the special plant of Hong Kong Island, Mocha?"

"You're right, Mo Ju lives around the ocean, so it will make you drink like a wave. How about it, does it taste okay?"

"Slightly bitter and sweet, very good. There is a sense of peace in the midst of trouble, and a sense of collision with the hidden world."

Shi Jin's brows and eyes narrowed with a smile, and every word of Fu Xiuyuan's comments was the same as her mood when she made this tea.

It is said that tea is like a person, and what kind of person concocts what kind of tea, in fact, is it not the case for people who taste tea?

To understand tea can understand the deep meaning of it.

"I'll have a taste of anything good." Old Master Fu walked over with a smile and came to the two of them.

Shi Jin brought a cup of freshly brewed tea to Mr. Fu: "Grandpa, try it."

Mr. Fu took it, took a sip, his face was puzzled, and took two more sips seriously.

"This tea... has a vague sense of familiarity. But it's better than the one I've had before, but each has its own merits. Thinking about it carefully, it's still as good as you."

"Where did Grandpa drink it before?" Shi Jin asked.

"Yes... Forget it, don't mention it." Mr. Fu didn't want to mention Qin Fanya's name.

After several things happened in a row, he didn't even have the affection he had before. He just thought Qin Fanya was an ordinary person, not an important descendant of a family.

"Is it the tea that Miss Qin invited grandpa to drink?" Shi Jin asked directly.

Mr. Fu nodded: "Shi Jin, whether she's good or bad, that's all in the past, and it's completely incomparable to you."

"That's right." Shi Jin nodded and continued to make tea.

After saying this, Mr. Fu suddenly remembered that he didn't drink the tea that Shi Jin gave him before, so he turned around and asked Butler Kang to give it away, as if it was given to Qin Fanya.

Later, the tea that Qin Fanya brought to him was several grades higher than before.

Could it be that... the tea Qin Fanya gave him was actually from Shi Jin?

He didn't know why the thought suddenly arose, but once the thought came up, it couldn't be suppressed.

He asked, "Shi Jin, do you still have the tea you gave me before?"

"Yes." Shi Jin took out some from his side, "Do you want to try it, Grandpa?"

"Try it, let's soak it a little and try it."

Shi Jin slowly and skillfully brewed the tea leaves, handed a cup to Mr. Fu, and another cup to Fu Xiuyuan.

Mr. Fu took a sip and immediately understood that the tea that Qin Fanya gave to him at that time, and was praised by him very much, really came from Shi Jin's hands!

He couldn't help showing a wry smile, and then he was relieved. It turned out that he had never missed anyone in his life. It was a joke. After all, how many times did he miss anyone?

If it weren't for Shi Jin's shining light in the suppression time and time again, even himself would have been blinded by these people outside.

Fortunately, fortunately, he was not completely blinded.

"Grandpa, is this tea bad?" Shi Jin asked softly.

Looking into Shi Jin's slightly cold eyes, Mr. Fu felt that this girl looked innocent and harmless, but she knew everything, understood everything, was more transparent than anyone else, and was more sober than anyone else.

Mr. Fu put down the teacup: "It's not bad, it's very good. God loves me so much. Let our Fu family have such a good granddaughter-in-law as you."

Shi Jin smiled slightly: "These boxes of tea are reserved for you, Grandpa. In the future, when I'm not here, I'll let Steward Kang make them for you."

"you are leaving?"

"Well, Xiu Yuan and I have been here long enough, and we plan to go back to the imperial capital. It just so happened that after Xiu Yuan came back, the Fu family's affairs were almost dealt with."

Mr. Fu was really reluctant, but he knew that this was the inevitable result.

Shi Jin handed over the tea leaves and took out another box: "This is the essential oil I developed. It is the most effective to calm the nerves. Grandpa should keep it for use."