PFC Chapter 197 It’s your own fault.
Chapter 197 It’s your own fault.
"Husband!" Wen Lan was not angry. Instead, she called Bu Yufan affectionately.
"Oh! Whose child is this beautiful girl? She's so sweet!" He was very surprised.
"Husband! What else do you want to see of me? I'll show you everything." She obeyed obediently and played along.
"This is unusual." Bu Yufan was wary of her.
"No way? I really miss you. With you here, you can help me figure out what to wear tomorrow!" Wen Lan asked for help.
"Don't think so complicated, just wear whatever you want. Your cleverness always works out well." Bu Yufan gave her confidence. "I have something else to do, baby, give me a kiss."
He put his face close to the screen. She also leaned forward foolishly. It was as if she was really kissing him.
"Pretty girl, do what you want to do well without worrying about the results. The sense of value that IELTS brings you and the sense of accomplishment that your career gives you are not necessarily just about how much money you make. Enjoy the process, okay?"
Bu Yufan encouraged her and relieved her of a heavy burden. A wealthy man like him certainly had a different vision.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Lan chose a dress to wear to tomorrow's banquet, which Bu Yufan bought for her at Chanel a few days ago.
After hanging up the phone, Bu Yufan started his green Aston Martin and went to Free52 to vent his anger for his "beautiful girl".
In the B1 parking lot of the landmark building in the CBD, Bu Yufan saw the uninvited guest in his exclusive parking space. Wasn't this just asking for a beating?
Bu Yufan is the major owner of this building. After buying the 52nd floor, he turned it into his gym. Floors 53 to 58 are all rented out.
The city’s top law firms, accounting firms, and financial companies are all concentrated here.
The best parking spot on the ground belongs to him permanently.
The best parking spaces at B1 and B2 were also his. Therefore, when he saw that guy knowingly committed the crime, he immediately called his exclusive butler.
Property and parking lot managers rushed to the scene.
"Sir, please move your car. This parking space is an exclusive parking space for our major owners. There are signs here." The staff explained carefully.
"Move the car? You're such a big boss and you're so great, damn! No one's parked there now, it's a public resource, why can't you let me park there?" He is indeed a scoundrel.
"Sir, please move your car. This is not a public resource, it is private property."
Seeing this, Bu Yufan called the housekeeper and asked them to stand further away.
Then, he started the car, deliberately let the DBX roar, and rushed towards the car that occupied his parking space.
The guy who occupied the parking space had never seen such a scene before. "Hey! Are you fucking crazy? Do you dare to bump into it?"
Try and die.
Bu Yufan just rammed the back of his broken car and easily squeezed it out.
"Fuck! You lunatic! Get down here! Damn it! You don't know how to live or die!"
Bu Yufan smiled contemptuously, stepped on the accelerator, and pushed again. This time, he hit the target from a distance and pushed the bastard who was occupying the parking space to the ground.
Before the scumbag could get angry, the guy's phone rang.
"Oh oh oh, hello hello hello, Mr. Mori. It's me it's me it's me. Okay okay okay, I'll be right there, right there!"
This shameless and servile fool is Song Yinong.
He jumped up from the ground, rolling and crawling, and drove away his broken car.
The property manager and administrator all gathered around.
"Mr. Bu, are you injured?"
Bu Yufan rolled down the window. "I'm fine. If someone calls the police, just cooperate with the investigation. I'll take responsibility."
He sent the property away, parked the car, and met Senchi.
"You saw everything just now? So you called him?"
"Boss, that bastard probably has to go around B5 or B6 to find a parking space."
"Find someone to tow this car away. After that, donate the money to our student aid project. Then call the car dealership and have them bring the four-seater SUV I ordered over now."
"Yes, President."
Bu Yufan customized two cars from Rolls-Royce.
The azalea purple Gust was given to Wen Lan.
He drove the black four-seater Cullinan himself. After being with Wen Lan, he planned to pick up his parents and take the children with him. This car had more space and looked more stable.
When he and Wen Lan were alone together, he still liked to drive Aston Martin, and the latest purple V8 was bought according to her favorite color.
Sen Chi personally took care of these two things and accompanied Bu Yufan into the elevator.
"Sen Chi, did Song Yinong really say that he wants to compete with Wen Lan for the custody of Wen Nuan?"
"Yes, Bu Yufan." Sen Chi changed his name for him. When it comes to personal matters, they are best friends. "Song Yinong said this when Xiaowei met him. Xiaowei investigated and it seems that this is Song Yinong's illegitimate child, not his biological child. He may have been stimulated."
"So, after Song Yinong got our offer, he felt very good about himself and thought he was important enough to get Wen Nuan's custody back?"
"Bu Yufan, you dug this pit for him, and no one dared to tell him the truth. If Wen Lan knew how despicable he was, she would never let him go."
"That's right. If Song Yinong hadn't said this, if he hadn't hit the child, I wouldn't bother to do it myself and teach such a person a lesson." Bu Yufan patted Sen Chi's shoulder.
"Why should adults' affairs affect children and use children as bargaining chips? People like Song Yinong, even if there is retribution, it is his own fault! He does not deserve sympathy!" Sen Chi absolutely understood why Bu Yufan did this.
Free52, with the cooperation of Brother Tai, is organizing an informal boxing match. The boss has the final say on when the match will start and when it will end.
When Bu Yufan changed his clothes and put a bandage on his finger, that idiot Song Yinong walked in.
He said in a threatening tone. "I'm looking for Sen Chi, the HR director of the Yas Hotel Group. He asked me to come here."
The staff at the front desk had already been instructed to lead Song Yinong to the boxing ring.
"What's this for?" he asked warily.
"I am Sen Chi. Are you looking for me? Mr. Song?" Sen Chi stood up.
"Ah, hello, hello, hello!" Song Yinong bent down, with a mean look on his face. "I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Sen. Where shall we talk?"
Senchi looked at the ring and gave him a look.
"Mr. Song, shall we compete first?"
"Ah? I don't know how to do this!"
"Really? I heard that Mr. Song is quite strong in fighting." Sen Chi clenched his fists and bounced his legs alternately, doing warm-up exercises.
"Oh, Director Mori, you're too kind. How about I practice with you for a while?"
When Sen Chi said that Song Yinong was very capable in fighting, he was actually mocking the fact that he had once beaten Wen Lan.
These were all told to him by Nan Yunshang. If he hadn't known this, Sen Chi wouldn't have asked Brother Tai to arrange a boxing match, let alone bring Song Yinong to Free52.