"Ah?" Madam Fu paused. At this moment, Su Ci glanced at Mother Zhou, "Mother Zhou hasn't eaten either, nor has Uncle Fu. You said you invited us to eat together." "Yes, yes, yes." Mother Zhou and Uncle Fu immediately took empty bowls and came to share the big pot of dumplings from Madam Fu's hands. Soon, the dumplings were all gone. Madam Fu, "You've taken all my dumplings!" "Madam, these dumplings are too delicious." Su Ci put a dumpling into Madam Fu's bowl, "Mom, there's still one left, here you go." Madam Fu curved her lips and smiled. ... Madam Fu returned to her room, took a bath, and then went to bed. After this incident, Mother Zhou and Uncle Fu both regarded Su Ci as the mainstay, "Young Madam, it's still you who has a way, otherwise Madam would have eaten a whole pot of dumplings, eating and vomiting, vomiting and then eating again." Su Ci covered Madam Fu with a blanket, "Does Mom often forget things?" "Whenever she is stimulated, she will mechanically repeat the same thing, which is considered mild. There are worse cases..." Mother Zhou's eyes turned red and she stopped talking. Su Ci understood, she took out a piece of fragrant ointment, lit it in the room, and soon a fresh and pleasant light fragrance wafted out, "Mother Zhou, Uncle Fu, you should also go and rest. Mom will be fine here, she will sleep through the night." ... Su Ci left the old Fu residence, and at this moment, a melodious mobile phone ringtone sounded; it was a call from Su Changrong. She pressed the button to answer, and Su Changrong's explosive roar immediately came through, "Hello, Su Ci, I heard that today Qian Rou's visit to see Madam Fu was disrupted by you, how can you be so mean? Come back quickly, I want to hear your explanation!"

She moved her phone away slightly, and Su Ci said indifferently, 'I'm busy.' 'What? Busy? Su Ci, how can you talk to me like this...' Before Su Changrong could finish, Su Ci hung up the phone. Even through the screen, one could feel Su Changrong jumping in anger. Su Ci was worried about Fu Yingying, so she sent a WeChat message to Fu Yingying: 'Yingying, where are you now?' Fu Yingying replied: 'Cici, I'm working as a waitress at Xiangti Hotel...' Su Ci immediately rushed to Xiangti Hotel and found Fu Yingying in a luxury private room. Fu Yingying was being held by a drunk boss who was pouring wine into her mouth with a bottle, 'Little waitress, come drink with me, I'll give you a big tip.' Fu Yingying struggled, 'I don't drink, let me go!' At this moment, Su Ci walked over, grabbed Fu Yingying, and pulled her forcefully behind her. She looked at the drunk boss, 'She said she doesn't drink, didn't you hear?' 'Why is there another one with a scar on her face?' 'Although she has a scar on her face, she's young, with smooth skin and a good figure, and each one is prettier than the last.' 'This kind of girl is clean, has a different flavor haha.' Several bosses at the table were leering at Su Ci and Fu Yingying. Su Ci was expressionless, and she was about to leave with Fu Yingying. But the drunk boss blocked their way, 'Don't go, the drinks haven't been finished yet, it's your honor to accompany us.' People outside had already seen the situation inside, but because the bosses in this luxury private room were all wealthy and powerful, they couldn't afford to provoke them, so everyone lowered their heads and pretended not to see, 'Let's go quickly.' At this moment, three people came face to face, Fu Nancheng, Wen Shaoqian, and Song Zilin came to have dinner.