Chapter 1123 Father Fu: You dare to tear down my studio!

   Fu Xiyan firmly believed in Gu Zhiqi's words. After sending Gu Zhiqi and the others away, Fu Xiyan took people to the backyard to dismantle the studio.

  After receiving the news, the butler rushed over to stop it immediately, "Master, what are you doing, why did you demolish this studio?"

   "Uncle Lin, I'll explain to you later." Fu Xiyan said, continuing to direct people to take out the paintings inside, "Be careful not to damage them, especially the paintings of the wife and the young master."

   The demolition of the studio was enough to cause trouble for the two ancestors.

  If this damages their painting again, he may not be able to go home for some years.

   "Master, think twice." The old butler said, hugging Fu Xiyan's thigh, and looked up at Fu Xiyan with teary eyes, "Why do you think you dismantled it?"

  Fu Xiyan looked at the human-shaped pendant hanging on his leg in a strange posture, and began to worry whether it would hurt his old waist.

   Then he explained, "I checked with Mr. Feng Shui today, and Mr. Feng Shui said that this studio belongs to Grandpa Ke. If we keep it, Grandpa will die."

"Young master, what age is this? Feudal superstition is not a big deal. Is that kid from the Meng family looking for you again recently? That kid is unreliable, so don't trust him," said the old housekeeper. I don't believe Fu Xiyan's words.

  The main reason is that I don't believe that Mr. Fu's illness is related to this studio.

  Because he thought the same as Fu Xiyan thought.

  If this studio really beats the old man, wouldn’t it be Mr....

   Make a crime.

  How can he believe this.

  Fu Xiyan continued: "A studio is not as important as grandpa's life. If it is true, it can save grandpa's life. If it is false, just build another one."

  The expression on the old butler's face suddenly changed when he heard this, thinking that this was the reason, he slowly stood up from the ground.

   "I think you are right, young master."

   After finishing speaking, the old housekeeper turned and left.

  He has to guard the master.

   In case, this studio was built on purpose by the master. After learning that the young master has demolished the studio, there is no guarantee that he will not kill the master.

  He wants to protect the master.

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   When the old butler said the gentleman, that is, when the head of the Fu family returned to the Fu family, the studio in the backyard had already been demolished.

  After learning that Fu Xiyan had demolished the studio he designed for his beloved wife, Patriarch Fu rushed into the backyard aggressively.

   Then, I didn't see the studio, only the camellias all over the ground, and the workers who were about to call it a day.

   "You dare to tear down my studio, Fu Xiyan, I'm **** you!" Patriarch Fu couldn't hold back, and yelled angrily.

   It's just that, just after the number was finished, a pipe was heavily slapped on the head.

   "Who is it?" Patriarch Fu yelled after clutching his head in pain, and then turned around.

   Turning around, he saw an old man holding a pipe.

   "Uncle?!" Patriarch Fu's anger disappeared instantly.

  The old man holding a pipe in front of him is his uncle, Fu Xiyan's uncle.

  Uncle Fu: "Who do you want to fuck?"

  Patriarch Fu: "...cough, that, uncle, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"

  Uncle Fu took a puff of cigarette, and then said to Master Fu: "Since Lao Feng's death, the Martial Arts Alliance and the Feng family have become more and more lonely. This is the first day of the competition, and someone actually made trouble publicly."

   "Before Lao Feng was alive, I promised him that I would help the Martial Arts Alliance and the Feng family, but I'm not suitable for this matter. You and Xi Yan can discuss it and see who goes to the Martial Arts Alliance."

   After finishing speaking, Uncle Fu took another puff of cigarette melancholy, and blew out a smoke ring.

Good night

  

  

  (end of this chapter)