Although Olivia did not follow her, she formulated a diet and fitness plan for Fu Song to have at least one hour of equipment exercise every day, plus half an hour of swimming.

The apartment building has super complete fitness and exercise facilities and a skytop swimming pool. When Fu Song finished exercising in the fitness center, he returned home, and the two children were already asleep.

"Why did you come back? If you don't come back, I'm going to fall asleep." Xiao Zhumei was wearing a white translucent silk pajamas, leaning lazily against the head of the bed, revealing her two snow-white calves.

"If you are sleepy, just go to bed. What are you waiting for me?" Fu Song had already taken a shower in the fitness center and changed into his pajamas directly.

"What did you say I'm waiting for you?" Xiao Zhumei lay in his arms, "Does it smell the fragrance?"

While saying that, he pressed the back of Fu Song's head hard and buried his face into his neck.

The fragrance is naturally fragrant, but all the praises are redundant at this moment, and it is far less realistic than actual actions.

Although the thirty-one-year-old woman is over the age of bud, the charm and charm that she exudes is even more attractive.

An inadvertent look, a hum, and a smile can always arouse Fu Song's desire to possess and protect deep in his heart.

In the morning light, Fu Song woke up leisurely, looked at the sleeping beauty in her arms sideways, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, obviously very satisfied with last night.

Fu Song was also very satisfied, not only with her, but also with himself.

Last night, the scene of green leaves was dotted on the withered vines. After a night of spring rain, the flowers with buds bulging under the green leaves were blooming shyly, one by one, one by one.

After lying for a while, Fu Song planned to get up to exercise, but as soon as he moved, Xiao Zhumei woke up.

When she sleeps with Fu Song, she likes to put her legs on his belly, and she likes to hold something in her hands, sometimes it is his ears, sometimes it is his nose, sometimes it is his hands, sometimes it is...

"Are you awake?" Xiao Zhumei looked at him with a smile, "The plan for one day is in the morning. You have prepared for morning exercise early this morning."

Fu Song said with pain: "Stop making trouble, I have to go running."

"No!" Xiao Zhumei tangled him like an octopus, "Anyway, it's all morning exercises, so you can practice me!"

Fu Song didn't struggle out of Xiao Zhumei's gentle country. When they got up, it was almost eight o'clock.

"It's over, I'm going to be late today." Xiao Zhumei put on her pajamas randomly and complained: "It's all your fault, you can't hurry up!"

Fu Song almost spurted out an old blood mouthful. You used to blame me for being too fast, but I was slow this time, and you still blame me. Isn’t it a mistake for me to do anything?

Unreasonable!

A typical person who lifts his pants and refuses to recognize others, is still good at getting a bargain, and is not fed with a wolf!

The two children had already gotten up and sat face to face at the dining table for dinner.

Seeing Fu Song and Xiao Zhumei coming out together, Xiao Ya scratched her face: "I just got up after the sun was burning her butt, are you ashamed?"

"You are indispensable everywhere!" Xiao Zhumei's face turned red and she patted Xiao Ya's head, "Eat your meal!"

Su Yan brought their breakfast, then sat next to her and opened her notebook, and began to introduce today's schedule to Xiao Zhumei.

She is now Xiao Zhumei’s personal assistant, and she also does some nanny jobs at home, such as cooking, picking up and dropping off her children to school, and relies on the company for other times.

Xiao Zhumei is very dedicated to her. While eating breakfast, she listens to the schedule. She also distracts herself from taking care of the three of Fu Song and interrupts Su Yan for a few questions from time to time.

Fu Song looked at her decisive and decisive look from the side, and admired her so much.

Ask yourself, if you have to worry about such a big company with two five-year-old children alone, it may be okay in a short period of time, but over time, he will definitely not be able to stand it.

On the contrary, he could see that Xiao Zhumei seemed to enjoy this kind of life. Often, a simple sentence or even a tiny expression during her meal can determine the future of someone in the company and the life and death of a certain investment project.

Power is also a chronic poison, and it is obvious that Xiao Zhumei is a little addicted.

"Eat more." Xiao Zhumei said to Fu Song as soon as possible, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Nothing." Fu Song smiled and lowered his head to continue eating.

It changed, and it became almost impossible to recognize it.

Yes, how can it remain unchanged? Who hasn't changed?

But he still liked Xiao Zhumei, who was as clean as white paper, Xiao Zhumei, who blushed when touched her little hands, and Xiao Zhumei, who had a little cunning and stubborn eyes.

Unfortunately, it has become a past tense and can never go back.

"You made an appointment with Mr. Fan to have dinner together in the evening, that's all today."

Xiao Zhumei said: "Let Ma Yuxin go on behalf of me tonight, and I won't go, but Mr. Fan comes from China after all, so you can call him and explain it yourself."

Su Yan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll fight in a while, and I'll say Mr. Xiao's husband is back. It's better to get married after a while."

"Look for a fight!" Xiao Zhumei used chopsticks to slap her, turned her head to look at Fu Song, and said, "By the way, what's the relationship between you two?"

Fu Song was talking to his daughter. When he heard Xiao Zhumei ask, he said in confusion: "Who are you talking about?"

Xiao Zhumei said: "Fan Jianguo, he was still what you introduced to me, did you forget?"

"Fan Jianguo?" Fu Song was surprised, "Is Fan Jianguo coming to the United States?"

Xiao Zhumei nodded and said, "I arrived last week and said he was going to visit the arts and crafts market in the United States, so I sent him an invitation letter. What's the relationship between you two?"

Fu Song laughed twice and said, "It's okay, a neighbor from a community, I look up and see you, haha, haha."

His relationship with Lao Fan is not only good, they are fellow practitioners with similar aesthetic vision and taste!

Xiao Zhumei glanced at him and scolded, "Why did you say when you called me before that you were just ordinary friends? Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, let alone in a foreign country, you..., I really convinced you!"

Fu Song continued to laugh: "I didn't lie to you, Lao Fan and I are really nodding."

"Since you are a neighbor, let's have a meal together tonight. I have to criticize you. I finally came from China. It would be fine if you didn't meet you. If you encounter it, you have to do the landlords, right?" Xiao Zhumei had already preconceived ideas and didn't believe Fu Song's words at all, and she nodded in a relationship?

If it was just a nodding friend, how could this guy call himself in a grand manner and ask him to help Fan Jianguo?

Man, there is no truth in his mouth!

"I have to criticize you. I finally came from China..." Xiao Ya suddenly imitated Xiao Zhumei with a stern face. Her expression and tone were carved from the same mold as Xiao Zhumei.

"Go aside!" Xiao Zhumei glared at Xiao Ya, and finally didn't hold back and giggled, "Missive guy, he's as bad as your dad!"

"Of course, I am my dad's baby girl!"

"You're so hungry when you say you're fat! You're almost done with your meal, and you're done with it."

Xiao Ya pouted and said, "Mom, I don't want to go to school."

Xiao Zhumei said: "What do you want to do if you don't go to school?"

Xiao Ya said with confidence: "I want to accompany my father!"

Gu Xiao

"You little flattery!" Xiao Zhumei cursed with a smile, and then said with a stern face: "It is not something that can be bargained when going to school. Have you forgotten?"

"Oh, I know." Xiao Ya sighed like a little adult, "When will I grow up?"

Fu Song smiled and said, "Do you feel that when you grow up, you will be free?"

Xiao Ya said with a smile: "Yes, yes, when I grow up, I will never have to listen to my mother's nagging again!"

Fu Song looked at her with a playful look and said, "Daughter, no matter how old you are, in the eyes of your parents, you are an ignorant child. Your parents will nag you for the rest of your life."

"Why?" Xiao Ya was obviously unhappy. "I've grown up, why don't you let me go and nag me?"

The three adults smiled at each other, Su Yan touched Xiao Ya's head and said softly: "Xiao Ya, you are still young now. When you grow up, you will know why?"

Xiao Ya's shoulders suddenly collapsed and she said in a depressed mood: "After all the time, you have to grow up first."

Seeing Xiao Zhumei frowned, Fu Song reached out and patted her thighs gently, and smiled and said, "Daughter, if you want to grow up quickly, you have to have a good meal. Children who are picky in food will not grow up quickly."

"Dad, is this true?" Xiao Ya asked with two black eyes.

Fu Song almost patted his chest and promised: "Of course it's true. Look at how tall your father is because he has eaten well since he was a child and does not waste a grain of food."

Xiao Zhumei smiled and said, "This guy started running the train again." Although every word he said was true, what era did he live in? What era did Xiao Ya live in?

More than once she heard Fu Song tell him that he was hungry when he was a child, so that his ears were almost calloused.

He couldn't eat enough at all back then, so how could he have the courage to waste food?

"Eat well and grow up quickly!" Xiao Ya raised her fist and said, "Come on, Xiao Ya!"

Fu Song was amused by her cute and cute look: "You little drama artist!"

Xiao Zhumei snorted and said, "Didn't you learn from Qingzi? They are just like a stinky thing, one big drama artist and the other little drama artist!"

"Mom, it's not good to say bad things behind your back!"

"I'm talking about the truth!"

"Be careful, I'll tell Sister Kiyoko!"

"You sue!"

...

The mother and daughter were having a meal while fighting, and the dining table was full of fun. Fu Song enjoyed this feeling very much, wishing that the mother and mother could keep arguing.

Xiao Zhumei suddenly said, "Hey, you don't know yet, do you?"

"What?"

"Qiangko has been off school!"

"Ah?" Fu Song said with a look of surprise, as if this was the first time he had heard the news, "Why? She wasn't the graduate student she just went to last year? Why did she take a break from school?"
To be continued...