Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 1174 She is a person, not an item

After Fu Yancheng realized it, he pressed the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

In the dimly lit lounge, there was only the sound of water.

After a long time, he let go and slowly got up from the sofa, "What time is it?"

"It's almost ten o'clock."

As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang. It was Fu Song calling, probably about to start persuading him.

He watched the phone screen flickering, and did not answer the call until the end.

Sheng Mian also saw the note on it, and her heart suddenly twisted.

"Mr. Fu, has he come back from that place?"

She remembered that Lin Jing said that generally no one can contact Fu Song unless he takes the initiative to contact someone.

It seems that this time Fu Xingzhou's return brought Fu Song back.

"Ah."

Sheng Mian wanted to ask a few more questions, but he had already pressed her on the sofa, her voice was hoarse.

"Think about it."

Sheng Mian wanted to push her away, but he skillfully ignited a fire on her body, which instantly softened into water.

In the end, she didn't ask why Fu Song called.

Fu Yancheng didn't make much fuss, this was only done for two hours, and his movements were fast and ruthless, Sheng Mian couldn't say a complete sentence the whole time, it was completely dominated by him.

When it was over, she began to put on her clothes and pointed to the computer outside.

"I have to work overtime here tonight, you go back first."

Fu Yancheng sat on the sofa, resting his hands on the edge of the sofa, watching her put on the clothes one by one, her Adam's apple rolling.

"Not enough."

Sheng Mian suddenly felt hot, and her cheeks became hot.

"At least let me finish Wen Zhao's affairs first."

She knew that Fu Yancheng was uneasy, and wanted to be with him recently, but Wen Zhao's matter was too difficult, and there was still a lot of scolding on the Internet, and even if Fu Yancheng wanted to help her, it would be impossible for this kind of thing to happen. It will only make netizens rebound even more.

Only by her to find a breakthrough.

Fu Yancheng hugged her waist slowly, "How about we go?"

Sheng Mian didn't know that he still had power in North America, he was more terrifying and rich than Fu Shi, so he didn't understand what he said for a while.

After Fu Yancheng said this, he chuckled lightly.

"Just kidding, I'm going back."

Sheng Mian grabbed his hand, "I'll be back soon."

Fu Yancheng nodded, grabbed the suit with one hand, and placed it between his elbows.

For a moment, Sheng Mian really didn't want to care about Wen Zhao's matter anymore, but how could it be possible, every artist in the company was her responsibility.

What's more, Wen Zhao is the first artist signed by the company, and he joined the company when it was just established. She has to promote him to a higher position.

Fu Yancheng kissed her on the forehead and tapped on her lips before leaving.

But as soon as he arrived downstairs at SM's company, he saw a black car that had been waiting there for a long time, probably for a long time.

As soon as he approached, the door of the car opened, and Fu Song sat inside.

"Yancheng, let's talk."

Fu Yancheng sat in and saw the scenery outside the window receding, so he took out a cigarette and opened the window a crack.

Fu Song pondered for a long time before he sighed.

"The people above also asked me to persuade you."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Yancheng laughed, "Father, I know that human nature is selfish, but when those people made decisions, did they consider me? Did they consider Sheng Mian? She is a person, not a piece of clothing. thing."

Embarrassment flashed across Fu Song's face. He was not good at communicating with this son these years.

The atmosphere in the carriage became dull.

(End of this chapter)