Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Fu Ya didn't speak, but there was no warmth in her eyes. When Fu Cheng met her eyes, for a moment, he had the illusion of being in an ice cellar.

Fu Cheng was stunned by the thought he had raised, but the cold feeling quickly dissipated.

Fu Ya had lowered her eyelids, pinched the headphone cord, and threw it on the coffee table, "After all, what do you want to fix?"

Her cousin basically doesn't talk to her on weekdays. When he speaks, he is not ironic or seeks her purposefully. She has figured this out for so many years.

Fu Cheng got used to his cousin’s acrimonious tone for a long time, and suppressed his unhappiness. He said in a deep voice, “Are you planning to participate in the assessment of the association this year?”

Fu Ya squeezed her finger lightly, the sneer at the corner of her lips flashed away, she probably had guessed what Fu Cheng was looking for her, "Yes, no plans."

She responded simply.

"Why didn't you participate?" Fu Cheng asked with a frown.

Fu Ya scratched her ears, and Mao's slippers were kicked far away by her, and she folded her legs on the sofa in an innocent way, "It doesn't matter whether I participate or not?"

"Don't forget your surname Fu, you belong to the family of Fu, and don't forget who you relied on to join the Pharmacist Association at the time, and who has supported you for so many years, so that you can eat and wear in school until now." Fu Cheng said faintly. Said.

"Oh, then don't forget, who is it that you can become a senior alchemist?" Fu Ya chuckled lightly.

It was these excuses every time, without any new tricks, she was really tired of listening.

Fu Cheng looked at Fu Ya coldly, and for a long time, he said, "You don't need to participate in this year's assessment, but you must give me an S-level prescription."

Fu Ya's lips twitched, and she knew it was for this. She looked at Fu Cheng and said sarcastically, "Aren't you a senior alchemist? You ask me what formula this person who doesn't know anything wants? Are you sure? Isn't it funny?"

"Do you know it in your own mind." Fu Cheng didn't say some useless nonsense to Fu Ya. He looked at his mother who was walking towards them, and his expression returned to normal. "Of course, you have to continue to be a white-eyed wolf, and neither do I Method."

Fu Mu had approached, with love on her face, picked up the slippers Fu Ya had just kicked off, put them back in front of her, and asked suspiciously, "Yaya, Fu Cheng, what are you two talking about? It's serious."

Fu Cheng glanced at Fu Ya and said: "It's nothing, just something in the association."

Fu Ya squeezed the hand on her knee, and all the thorny emotions on her face had been reduced. Her cousin is a scum, but he has a very good mother. She just whispered to her aunt. Nothing else.

Fu Cheng saw that Fu Ya had become obedient again, a sneer appeared in his eyes, and then stood up, "Mom, you talk, I still have something to do."

Fu mother knew that her son was busy on weekdays, so she looked at him and said hello.

Fu Cheng had just taken two steps, he paused at his feet, turned around, and said softly to Fu Ya: "Sister, I am waiting for your good news, don't let everyone down."

Fu Ya raised her head, Fu Cheng just raised her eyebrows, gave her a look you understand, and then left.

When Fu Mu heard this, she couldn't help but asked, "What good news?"

Fu Ya retracted her gaze, her gaze fell on the gentle-faced Rune Mother, she didn't say much, she just smiled and shook her head, her voice was very soft: "Nothing."

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