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

Chapter 1185 The difference between cloud and mud, don't you know yourself

It was the first time for Sang Ting'an to see Sang Jiu lose control of his emotions.

"Little wine."

In the next second, Sang Jiu passed out. She just came out of the hospital today, and now she is going to the hospital again.

Sang Ting'an's face became ugly, but he sent the person over quickly.

As for Sheng Mian, her bug was still under that chair, and the corners of her mouth curled up after Linda and her group were sent away.

She is in a good mood, now that the group of arrogant rich second generations have been dealt with, all she needs to do next is to let Ran Ling cooperate with her to settle Wen Zhao's matter.

Sheng Mian sat on the office chair and waited for a long time before he heard his cell phone ringing, and there was a sound coming from over there.

"Miss Sheng, it's been confirmed. Those people have been forcibly deported."

Sheng Mian took out her phone, flipped to Sang Jiu's dialogue box, and sent her a text message.

[Linda is gone, Miss Sang won't go see her off? 】

This is a direct confession, Linda's things are what she does, there is nothing to hide.

Sheng Mian didn't know that Sang Jiu was hospitalized again, and now it was Sang Ting'an holding the phone.

When Sang Ting'an saw this text message, his face darkened, and he immediately called.

Sheng Mian was not afraid, and directly pressed the answer button, her tone was very relaxed, "Miss Sang, are you okay?"

She thinks that she is not a good person, since the Sang family wants to deal with her and has already made a move, why should she be polite.

But what came from the other end was not Sang Jiu's voice, but Sang Ting's voice.

"Sheng Mian, you provoked me this time."

Sang Ting'an is also a leading talent abroad. He didn't really contribute much to the cooperation with Fu Xingzhou this time. At most, he just greeted the group of people the Sang family knew and asked everyone to give Fu Xingzhou a convenience. He didn't think about it. Really want to do what Fu Yancheng will do.

But what Sheng Mian is doing now has stepped into his minefield.

Xiaojiu suffered two persecutions from Shengmian, and now he is facing hospitalization again. His physical condition is getting worse every time. Finally, Sang Ting'an can't take it anymore.

He had to act, and he had to make Sheng Mian pay the price.

Sheng Mian was stunned for a moment when he heard his voice, and after he realized it, he chuckled lightly and said, "Mr. Sang, you can't just allow you to deal with me, don't allow me to fight back. What's the point?"

Sang Ting'an's eyes were like knives, looking in the direction of the void, it took him a long time to say a word.

"Xiaojiu is different from you, Sheng Mian, I thought you had already recognized your identity."

"What's the difference, Mr. Sang?"

"Little wine is the pearl in the sky, you are the mud on the ground, the difference between cloud and mud, don't you know it yourself?"

These words were like a knife piercing Sheng Mian's heart.

She flinched in pain.

By the time he realized it, Sang Ting'an had hung up the phone.

Sheng Mian looked at the darkened screen, smiled wryly, and then received a call from Fu Yancheng.

She grabbed the jacket next to her, and when she reached the outside of the building, she saw the familiar car waiting there.

Fu Yancheng held a cigarette between his fingertips. Today he did not wear a suit, but a white shirt. He looked extraordinarily young.

Seeing her approaching, he put out his cigarette.

Raising his hand, he opened the door with a very calm tone.

"You offended Sang Ting'an thoroughly."

Sheng Mian was a little surprised, but then realized that everything that happened in the imperial capital could not escape his sight.

She sat inside, and seeing that he didn't come in, she was a little puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Scatter the smell of smoke."

He stood outside and didn't go in. The car door was open. He leaned his elbows on the car door and just lowered his head to chat with her.

"Mianmian, SM is very important to you, right?"

He bowed slightly, looking at her with fixed eyes.

"Couldn't Mrs. Fu be important to you?"

There are so many years of his hard work in it, it is impossible to really give it up to Fu Xingzhou.

Fu Yancheng didn't reply, and looked at her quietly for half a minute, "You are more important."

Sheng Mian's face suddenly became hot, and she looked around with a guilty conscience, making sure that there were no employees of her own around, and then slowly hooked her fingers towards him.

Fu Yancheng obediently walked to her side, leaned down, and the two got very close.

"what happened?"

The tip of the nose is the slight fragrance of her body, and her voice resounds in the ears.

"You are more important than SM."

She didn't say against her will that the company was not important, but that Fu Yancheng was more important than the company.

Fu Yancheng felt as if someone had tapped his acupoints, and his mind was filled with her words for a while, and the words his father questioned him for a while.

He lowered his eyelashes, and his tone became lighter, like a gust of wind.

"I really hope what you say is true."

Otherwise he will go crazy.

(End of this chapter)