Aunt Er was stunned.

She really didn't believe it.

Er Donghao knew that his aunt would have such an expression, he shrugged, left his aunt and walked out.

As soon as I walked out of the main house, I saw Chu Yingjie returning.

"Patriarch."

Chu Yingjie stepped forward quickly, Er Donghao stopped and waited for him to come over, and asked him coldly, "Who is she?"

"I've inquired, she is Fu Qingwan, the young daughter of the Fu family. She is just twenty-five years old this year. Her usual hobbies are reading, eating, and traveling. She also opened a bookstore." Chu Yingjie replied respectfully. Then, after taking a peek at Er Donghao, he added in a low voice, "Ms. Fu is one of the wives chosen by the old lady for the owner."

Fu Qingwan again!

Er Dong Haojun's face was dark.

He obviously doesn't know Fu Qingwan, but he feels like a knife when he hears her name, and he also becomes impulsive when he sees her by chance.

Seeing that the Patriarch's face was unsightly, Chu Yingjie dared not say anything, and stood there waiting for the Patriarch's instructions.

After a few minutes, Er Donghao said coldly: "I see."

Then he walked away.

Chu Yingjie waited for him to walk away before daring to quietly retreat.

There are many people in the headquarters, but the only people eating with Er Donghao are his aunt and Ling Hao brother and sister adopted by the aunt.

Ling Yue was very scared of Er Donghao. When eating, she sat in the farthest position from Er Donghao, and still dragged her brother to accompany her. She didn't dare to look at Er Donghao, just bowing her head and picking up rice.

Ling Hao takes care of his younger sister very much. He helps her to pick up vegetables.

Aunt Er would occasionally bring food to the two children.

Normally, she can easily put the vegetables into the bowls of her children. She picked up the vegetables tonight. Afterwards, she realized that the children were sitting far away. Her hands were not that long and the vegetables could not be put into the children. In the bowl.

"Xiaohao, Yueyue, how did you two sit there? Can you get the vegetables?" The vegetables picked up by Aunt Er couldn't be put into the bowls of the two children. After turning, they put them into Er Donghao's bowl. in.

It's the dish that Er Donghao doesn't like.

In the past, when the aunts and nephews ate together, Aunt Er told me to cook more dishes that my nephew loved.

After having two children, she was more accommodating to the two children and the dishes changed.

"Mom, I will help Yueyue pick up vegetables." Ling Hao said quickly.

The table is long, but there are many dishes, even if the brother and sister sit far away, there are many dishes in front of them.

Moreover, the table can be turned.

If you want to eat, just turn the table.

Ling Yue glanced at Er Donghao secretly, then quickly lowered her head and continued to eat her food.

The action of the little girl fell in Aunt Er's eyes, and she immediately understood why the siblings were sitting far tonight.

Glancing at her unconscious nephew, Aunt Er said softly to the two children: "Xiaohao, Yueyue, your paternal cousin is very bad, but he won’t do anything to you, so don’t be afraid. he."

Er Donghao was taking a sip of soup with a spoon, and when he heard his aunt's words, he was choked by the mouthful of soup.

What the aunt said, she said he was bad in front of him.

Well, he is really not a good person.

"Auntie."

Er Donghao finished coughing, and called his aunt, "Auntie wants to comfort the child, and don't talk about me as a bad person."

Aunt Er also laughed, feeling that she was a bit wrong to say that just now.

Ling Hao said sensibly, "Patriarch is very good."

Ling Yue followed what the elder brother said.

Er Donghao glanced at the two children. Ling Yue was a girl, and she was a little younger, so he was afraid that he was normal.

Ling Hao was one year younger than his son Zhanpeng, but he was more sensible than his son, and he would be a calm person in the future.

Aunt Er, who didn't pay attention to the siblings, gave Ling Hao a high look.

After dinner, Aunt Er asked Er Donghao: "Since you are back, do you want to see them?"

"I believe in my aunt's vision. If my aunt says it is good, it will be good. Aunt will take a look. If you like it, let me marry it." Er Donghao said nonchalantly.

Auntie Er:...

"Aunt, I'll go upstairs."

Er Donghao didn't want to discuss the topic of marrying a wife with his aunt anymore. After saying a word, he went upstairs.

It's not Zhang Xiao, isn't it the same who he marries?

Aunt Er looked up and said, "Tomorrow, I will arrange for you to meet Fu Qingwan, how about?"

Er Donghao did not answer her.

He went back to his own room. His room was very large, even if it was equipped with a lot of furniture. Because the room was too big, it still seemed empty.

When he walked to the window, he opened the window, then took out a pack of cigarettes and lit the cigarette.

The evening breeze blows in and blows away the smell of tobacco.

Er Donghao's addiction to cigarettes is not great. He used to smoke a few cigarettes when socializing. Later, after falling in love with Zhang Xiao, he learned that Mu Chen didn't smoke very much, so he also smoked less.

He felt that he was not inferior to Mu Chen, or even better than Mu Chen.

His net worth, his status and identity are all better than Mu Chen, Mu Chen is handsome, and he is not ugly. It is really time that he loses to Mu Chen.

I met Zhang Xiao later than Mu Chen.

Mu Chen and Zhang Xiao got together because of Mu Ya.

Mu Ya is very cute, the little girl is also smart, everyone loves, but Er Donghao doesn't like that little girl.

To raise Zhanpeng, Er Donghao is to raise a rival for Zhong Yang.

Not knowing how many cigarettes he smoked, Er Donghao turned and left.

A few minutes later, he sat in his study, waiting to send all the materials of Fu Qingwan up.

Although he is not interested in Fu Qingwan, his heart has long been occupied by Zhang Xiao, and there is no more room for other women, but the name Fu Qingwan and the unusualness that this person brings to him, Er Donghao feels that he should pay attention to it.

Soon, his subordinates sent up both survey data.

"Patriarch, this is Miss Fu's information. One of them was investigated today." The black man handed Fu Qingwan's information to Er Donghao respectfully.

In fact, the two materials are the same.

Your family's intelligence network is as powerful as that of Flame Gate.

Fu Qingwan is a native of City B, and your family's headquarters is in City B. If you want to investigate Fu Qingwan, it's easy to have a meal. Even the eighteenth generation of Fu Qingwan's ancestors can find out clearly.

Er Donghao took Fu Qingwan's information and signaled his men to go out.

He opened the bag containing the information and took out the information.

A two-inch color photo of Fu Qingwan is pasted in the upper right corner of the document. The clothes are clearly the suit she is wearing today, indicating that this two-inch color photo was taken today.

Er Donghao's first impression of Fu Qingwan was a beauty. She was so beautiful and refined. Compared with Zhang Xiaolai, she was less expensive, but softer, she knew she was a gentle girl.

Looking at Fu Qingwan's photo, Er Donghao was a little startled.

There is no angina, but there is a sense of familiarity, as if they have known each other a long time ago.

Er Donghao frowned. Did this woman drop her head secretly on him when he was not paying attention? Otherwise, why would he be familiar with her? How could he feel angina when chanting her name?

Er Donghao doesn't believe in superstitious things like descent.

But at this moment, he couldn't help thinking like that again, and couldn't find words to explain it.

Fu Qingwan's information is very simple. People from the intelligence department wrote down everything she had experienced from her birth to the present 25 years old, and it only took three sheets of paper.

Er Donghao looked over and over again, there was nothing strange about it.

And he and her have never met.

He went in and out of high-end places. Although the Fu family was a bit small, it was far from the rich. Fu Qingwan was in contact with people of the same level as her, and it was impossible for two people to overlap.

If it wasn't for his aunt to help him choose his wife, Er Donghao didn't know which green onion Fu Qingwan was.

I couldn't find any clues from the information. Er Donghao was a little irritable. He took out his mobile phone and called, calling Chu Yingjie.

Chu Yingjie quickly answered his call.

"Yingjie, take a few people to Fu's house and tie Fu Qingwan to me."

Chu Yingjie:...

"Yes."

Chu Yingjie was full of questions, but he didn't dare to ask, what the Patriarch asked him to do, he would do it.

"Don't let the old lady know, and don't let the Fu family call the police. Tell them that I just want to see Fu Qingwan and will not hurt her."

Chu Yingjie slandered in her heart: When the old lady arranged for you to meet, the Patriarch avoided seeing her, but now she told him to go to Fu's house and tie Fu Qingwan.

It's tied, not please.

"Yes."

Chu Yingjie murmured inwardly, still respectful.