Mr. Gao Leng Fu is addicted to doting his wife

Chapter 81 I'm so busy that I don't even have time to make calls
"Cooperating with the two of you, come to me to cheat money?"

Cheng Zixiang pretended to be angry, and kicked at Mingcheng.

"No, no... Mr. Cheng, don't get me wrong, we..." Lin Yanjun was afraid that Cheng Zixiang might misunderstand, so he quickly explained.

Cheng Zixiang waved his hand indifferently.

"For me, I just invested part of them and took up some dry stocks. This is not because I am not capable enough, so I looked for investors from outside. Brother Cheng, I guarantee that we will definitely follow the formal procedures. If you don't believe me, you can You have to believe in the technical ability of our talented Lin!"

As Mingcheng said, he raised three fingers to swear again, and he was flattering again, which made Jiang Cheng laugh.

The lunch was invited by Cheng Zixiang.

A new hotel opened opposite Shiye, with luxurious interior decoration, and with the commercial area of ​​a street, the business is booming.

When Jiang Cheng and the others went, the lobby and private rooms on the first and second floors of the hotel were full, and the third floor was left with luxury private rooms.

Luxury private rooms have a minimum consumption, generally more than [-].

Cheng Zixiang did not hesitate, and led the three of them straight to the third floor.

"Isn't that good? Let Mr. Cheng treat guests. We should treat them."

In the elevator, Lin Yanjun poked Mingcheng with his elbow, and said in a low voice.

"It's okay, just keep your own pockets. It's just such a little investment, you have to use it wisely."

The two spoke quietly, but Jiang Cheng, who was standing in the middle, could still hear them clearly.

Through the transparent glass of the elevator, Jiang Cheng looked at the two people beside her.

Lin Yanjun showed a look of embarrassment, holding the document bag in his hands unnaturally.On the other side, Ming Yi didn't care, with his hands in his pockets and his upper body leaning against the elevator wall, as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Cheng deeply felt that money and status can really determine a person.

The elevator went straight to the third floor and stopped.

Jiang Cheng stood behind the three of them, and was the last one to go out.

"Hey! You're here, don't tell me earlier!"

Cheng Zixiang, who was walking in the front, spoke suddenly.

The tall figures of the three blocked Jiang Cheng's view, so she didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that Cheng Zixiang was greeting an acquaintance.

"Brother Shi!"

"Hello, Mr. Fu!"

Hearing the greetings from the two people in front, Jiang Cheng suddenly raised his head, and sure enough, he saw Fu Yushi standing in front of them.

"Ah."

He always responded calmly.

Along with Fu Yushi were several middle-aged men in suits, all of whom greeted Cheng Zixiang with smiles.

"There is a cooperation, just come here to meet."

Fu Yushi also just saw the people behind, talking to Cheng Zixiang, but looking at Jiang Cheng behind them.

Fu Yushi's eyes were dark, and Jiang Cheng couldn't stay out of it, so he could only bite the bullet and say hello.

"Mr. Fu."

Halfway through the meal, Jiang Cheng went to the bathroom.

Restroom sinks are unisex.

Jiang Cheng walked to the sink and just put a pair of tender white hands under the sensor faucet when he heard the "snap" of the lighter behind him.

A faint smell of cigarettes came over.

Almost instantly, Jiang Cheng could recognize this familiar smell.

Jiang Cheng raised his head, and through the mirror above the pool, he fell into the deep gaze of the other party at a glance.

I haven't seen you in a week.

Jiang Cheng felt as if he had passed away.

The man in the mirror was wearing only a smoky gray shirt on his upper body, two buttons were unbuttoned casually at the neckline, his left hand was in his trouser pocket, and the steel watch on his wrist glowed light blue under the light.

"recently, I am busy?"

Fu Yushi held the cigarette in his right hand, put it obliquely into his mouth, pursed his thin lips lightly, and exhaled a puff of gray-white smoke.

Jiang Cheng bowed his head, took out a towel from the carved wooden box of the washstand with his right hand, and wiped it gently on the palm of his left hand.

"To write a thesis, but also to follow the project." Jiang Cheng replied in a low voice.

After a pause for a few seconds, Fu Yushi spoke again.

"So busy that you don't even have time to make phone calls?"

Hearing that, when Jiang Cheng raised his eyes and looked at Fu Yu again, he didn't understand what she meant for a moment.

Fu Yushi stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray, took two steps forward, and stretched his hand under the faucet that Jiang Cheng used just now.

In just one second, the water flows down vertically from the sensor faucet with a splashing sound.

Fu Yushi's body was almost standing next to Jiang Cheng.

A smell of cigarettes mixed with a faint smell of alcohol entered Jiang Cheng's mouth and nose again.

Drinking at noon?
"Ok?"

Fu Yushi rubbed his hands and continued the question with a picky tone.

"Aren't you too busy to answer the phone?" Jiang Cheng replied.

Fu Yushi reached out and took the tissue in Jiang Cheng's hand, and threw it into the trash can along with his own.

"So, it's not because I'm busy, but because I didn't get a call?"

At the same time as the question was thrown, Fu Yushi's two hands surrounded him from both sides, trapping Jiang Cheng on the washstand.

Jiang Cheng raised his head again and met Fu Yushi's eyes, his big black eyes glowed with a gleam.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng was no longer timid, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Then will you answer every call I make to you in the future?"

Throw the question out again.

Fu Yushi chuckled, and stroked Jiang Cheng's upturned nose with his right index finger, letting go of his encirclement.

"Let's go!"

After finishing speaking, Fu Yushi strode out without answering Jiang Cheng's question.

Jiang Cheng exhaled lightly, and the unhappiness that had been pent up in her heart for the past two days disappeared instantly.

Jiang Cheng and Fu Yushi entered the private room one after the other.

Before Jiang Cheng could sit still, Fu Yushi walked in.She had no choice but to stand up again following Mingcheng and Lin Yanjun.

"Are you done there?"

Seeing Fu Yu come in, Cheng Zixiang asked.

"Well, I let them go first."

Hearing that, Cheng Zixiang regained his energy, and glanced at Jiang Cheng, but the little girl was unmoved, and was eating happily.

Cheng Zixiang introduced Lin Yanjun to Fu Yushi, and briefly talked about the project.

The waiter quickly brought a set of tea sets.

After eating, several people moved to the sofa area to drink tea.

It was the first time that Lin Yanjun seemed cautious when he met a person of the boss level, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Boss Fu, let me come!"

Seeing Fu Yu making tea with his own hands, Lin Yanjun possessed himself to pick up the teapot in his hand.

"You understand?" Fu Yushi raised his eyes to look over, Lin Yanjun was stunned on the spot by his sharp eyes.

"We don't understand."

Mingcheng smoothed things over at the right time, and stretched out his hand to pull Lin Yanjun's arm, telling him to sit back.

Mingcheng is most afraid of dealing with two people in his life, one is Ming Yi, and the other is Fu Yushi.

I am afraid of Mingyi because he was beaten up by him since he was a child. As long as his brother raises his fist, Mingcheng will have a sense of fear reflexively.

And the fear of Fu Yushi seemed to be born from the bottom of his bones.

"You guys don't understand how to make tea. It's something we middle-aged men do."

Cheng Zixiang leaned leisurely on the back of the sofa, and said gloatingly.

Cheng Zixiang bit the word "middle-aged man" very hard, and he didn't forget to take a look at Jiang Cheng, who was obediently sitting on Fu Yushi's right hand.

"Student Lin and Jiang Cheng belong to the same school, right? You are about the same age, and still very young!... Tsk tsk! It's enviable just looking at it!"

Cheng Zixiang seemed to point it out.

Jiang Cheng smiled faintly, unmoved.

Instead, Lin Yanjun, who was sitting tremblingly across the way, secretly glanced at Jiang Cheng several times.

(End of this chapter)