Chapter 1339: Suspect that is his father

Chapter 1339 Suspected that it was his father
Wen Qiao took it: "Write to me?"
When she opened it, it was an equity transfer letter. She was a little confused, "What is this?"
"In the equity transfer letter, the five points of my shares have been transferred to you. Keep them. You can also participate in the board meeting in the future."
Wen Qiao threw the envelope to him: "I don't want this, I want a red envelope, six thousand and six."
Fu Nanli squinted her eyes and pinched her face: "Silly girl, there will be countless six thousand sixteen here. Didn't you help me keep the Dubai project? You deserve it."
Wen Qiao lowered his head and said in a low voice: "If I accept this, will it affect your position on the board of directors? Many people want to overthrow you. You should centralize power and not diversify your shares."
His big hands are warm, dry and powerful: "Yours is mine. They all know that they don't dare to take me out of 5%. My shares are still the first. Don't worry."
Wen Qiao received the most tycoon's New Year gift ever, 5 points of shares in Zhonghuan Group, and Potian's wealth was destroyed.
Wen Qiao put the envelope under the pillow, resting on the wealthy property that Fu Nanli had given him, and slept very soundly.
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The Fu family has the habit of going to the cemetery during the Lantern Festival. As a daughter-in-law, Wen Qiao was called by Fu Nanli, and Gu Xiao was also picked up by Fu Nanli.
Mr. Fu is now turning one eye and closing one eye, and his grandson does whatever he wants.
The private cemetery of Fu's family is on the southernmost mountain of the Shallow Lake. There are green pines and cypresses and holly all year round.
Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao supported Fu Huaiyong and entered the cemetery along the bluestone road.
There are tombstones of Fu Nanli's grandmother in the cemetery, and some tombstones of ancestors. The closest one is Fu Xianyuan's.
At this moment, there is a cigarette in front of the tombstone. The cigarette is still burning, and it seems to have just been thrown here.
Fu Nanli frowned slightly, and his attention was focused on the less conspicuous cigarette butt.
His mother and grandfather did not notice, and put flowers in front of the tombstone.
Uncle Li handed Fu Huaiyong a veil. He squatted halfway in front of the tombstone, carefully wiping the cold and ruthless tombstone, his eyes were reddish.
Every time he came, he would personally wipe the tombstone, remembering the pain in his heart.
Wen Qiao was driven by Fu Nanli very early, his whole head was still dumb, he didn't pay attention to the inconspicuous cigarette in the withered grass, and his attention was on the sad old man.
Gu Xiao stood under a pine tree and looked at the person on the tombstone. His thoughts were immersed in it. He had never seen this person before, but he was instinctively sad because of the blood relationship.
When the tomb sweeping was over, Fu Nanli said that he would stay for a while, and everyone else left the cemetery one after another, leaving Wen Qiao with him.
In the morning, there was still mist in the cemetery, lingering around the trees. Workers cutting grass and trees passed by, and Fu Nanli called him: "Besides us, are there anyone else coming to sweep the tomb today?"
The uncle nodded: "Yes, the man wore a mask and a peaked cap. He didn't take anything. He said that he would come in to sweep the tomb. Because the old man had instructed not to stop those who came to sweep the tomb, so I let him in. ."
"How tall and how is your figure?"
"You are shorter than the young master. You are about 180 to 183. You are neither fat nor thin. You are not as strong as you. You can see that you are a little older, forty or fifty, or I may not be able to see it. "
(End of this chapter)