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CHAPTER 361
"I have eyes only for you okay?"
"Okay."
Fu Bolin kept looking at the woman on television. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were uncertain because of what he was feeling.
When he told Han Yuri that he had eyes only for her, he did not know if he was assuring her or himself or even both. He felt weird.
'She looks more... beautiful and rich. She even looks dominating. So she is a CEO? Hmph. I wonder which rich old man's property she got after he died,' Fu Bolin thought.
Shaking his thoughts aside, he tried to focus on his wife. Just as his thoughts were getting cleared, Fu Bolin's phone rang. Picking it up, he saw that it was his buddy, Zhou Rong.
"Hey, buddy. What's up?" Fu Bolin asked as soon as he received the call.
"Hey, man. I am doing good. I am all good. What about you? How is our married man doing?" Zhou Rong asked.
"Sigh. I am holding up very well."
"Babe, who is that?" Han Yuri asked.
"Oh, it is Zhou Rong... He sends his regard," Fu Bolin told.
"Alright. Also, say hi to , will you?"
"Sure... Zhou Rong, my wife said hi," he passed the ssage.
"Hmm. Anyway, man. Too many pleasantries and fun is not the reason I called," Zhou Rong stated.
"Oh, the man with the fun vibe wants to get serious? Okay then. Why did you call?"
"Uhm, for this you have to be alone. Alone like not in the presence of your wife right now.". The tone in Zhou Rong's voice showed a kind of urgency and seriousness in it. Fu Bolin's eyes dimd. What could be so serious that his best friend could not tell him over the phone?
"But why? Just say it already. I can't leave-"
"Did you see your ex on the news?" Zhou Rong cut him off with the question he has been itching to ask.
"Wait. Hold on," Fu Bolin pressed the phone against his chest and with a heavy sigh, he looked down at Han Yuri.
"Babe. I need to take this call, please excuse ," he said.
"Huh? But you have been making calls here. Why do you want to make this one sowhere else?"
"Uhm... It has because this one is business-related. There is sothing I need to show Zhou Rong. Docunts and charts on my laptop. Don"t worry. I will be back as soon as I can."
"Okay... Babe could you just take upstairs. I will get bored here and I think my legs are cramped."
Fu Bolin nodded before putting his phone in his pants pocket and carrying Han Yuri up the stairs to their room. After making sure she was comfortable, he pecked her cheek before he left the room to his study room.
Taking out his phone, he asked, "Yo, Zhou Rong. Are you still on the line?"
"Yeah. I just busied myself with the news while you were being all sweet with your wife," Zhou Rong replied.
"So, you saw the news too, huh?" Fu Bolin asked.
"Pfft... Of course, I did. You are not the only one with a television or a phone or a social dia account. Geez, man," Zhou Rong replies sarcastically.
"Besides, did you see how hot she looks? She is even more refined than before," he added. Just then, Feng Yisheng was added to the call by Zhou Ring.
"What's up, pals? What's popping?" Feng Yisheng's cheerful voice rang out.
"We are cool. Bro, did you see the news?" Zhou Rong asked.
"No. Is there sothing good to see on the news today? I have just finished a few works in my office."
"Turn on the television. You are going to be surprised," Zhou Rong said.
Feng Yisheng walked to the left side of his office where a mini parlour and a plasma Tv were. He sat on one of the couches, took the remote laying on the side table and switched on the TV.
"Whoa!" Feng Yisheng exclaid. "Well take a look at that hot cake. Damn!"
Fu Bolin's brows twitched. He switched on the television in the study room and reduced the volu so that his wife, Han Yuri would not know what he was actually doing.
"Do you know who that hot cake is?" Zhou Rong asked Feng Yisheng.
"I have no idea brother."
"She is Bolin's ex-girlfriend we told you about. You rember when we did right?"
"Oh. She is the one? Ayai yai," Feng Yisheng whistled and licked his lips.
Zhou Rong: "Yeah. She is. Don't you think she looks refined and bloody fearless?"
Feng Yisheng: "She is more than that. Damn it. She looks like... Like a tigress."
"You guys think she is more refined? Hmph. I think she is just the sa slut that sleeps around. I an how did she get so rich in a few years?" Fu Bolin asked.
"Huh? A few years is enough for smart, determined and hard-working people to get money bro. Society is advancing by the day," Feng Yisheng countered.
"Yeah. I think she owns this company, bro. And CEOs are rich, especially the ones whose companies are booming," Zhou Rong supported.
"But is it possible to build a company in a span of three years?"
"Of course. But I don't think she built this one. This is Jiang Corporation and she is the CEO," Feng Yisheng made out from the headlines on the news.
Zhou Rong's eyes widened, "Jiang Corporation? Man, that company has been running up the business chart to the top ten recently."
"But how is she the CEO when she is not a Jiang? Or is she?" Feng Yisheng asked.
"Bolin can tell. He dated her for over a year to know her family well. Yo, Bolin is she a Jiang,?
Realization then dawned on Fu Bolin. His face spelt disbelief.
"I think she is. Her mother's na was Jiang sothing. I can't really rember."
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