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

Chapter 152

Sheng Mian used to be very suspicious of Sheng Weiyuan's attitude towards him, saying that the two should get along harmoniously, but the other party always seems to like to talk badly in front of Sheng Zhong.

Inadvertently mentioning something made Sheng Zhong angry at her.

But if it is said that the relationship between the two is not good, Sheng Weiyuan always calls himself "sister" kindly every time, as if the true sisterhood is deep.

Su Lan's dislike for her was on the surface, but Sheng Weiyuan's thoughts about her were hidden deeply.

At this moment, Sheng Mian has figured it out, Sheng Weiyuan can't possibly like her, because she occupies the position of Fu Yancheng's wife.

Recalling all the previous events, it can be explained clearly why Sheng Weiyuan dragged his sick body to go outside.

Hearing the sound of Sheng Weiyuan walking away, Sheng Mian slowly straightened up, the tip of his nose was the breath of Fu Yancheng, and the distance between the two of them instantly became very close.

Now she looked up, and he just looked down, the tip of his nose almost touching the tip of his nose.

She let go of him quickly, and pretended to support her forehead, as if she was just uncomfortable, so she just leaned on him.

Fu Yancheng narrowed his eyes, feeling a little empty in his arms, a little lost, but he quickly calmed down.

Sheng Mian glanced outside, the Sheng family's car had already left, she was relieved.

Just as he was about to get out of the car, he heard his cell phone ring, and it was Sheng Zhong who called.

There was a trace of surprise in her eyes, and she suppressed the trembling of her fingertips due to discomfort, and pressed the answer button.

There came the sound of Sheng Zhong.

"Mianmian, the second round of financing has been successful, and the Fu family invested again. I was thinking of celebrating this time when I am discharged from the hospital. You can invite Yancheng to your house by the way. I will let your Auntie Su prepare a dinner. Thank you very much."

It sounds nice to say thank you, but in fact, I just want to continue to win over the relationship with the Fu family.

This kind of cognition made Sheng Mian feel sick to his stomach, but when he thought that Sheng Zhong's liver cancer was in the late stage and he only had the last year to live, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"Dad, who let you out of the hospital?"

"I want to leave the hospital myself, Mianmian, you don't have to worry about my body."

Sheng Zhong's face was full of relief, because the financing was successful, and his face was full of joy.

"The company's market value has doubled, and it will rely more on its relationship with the Fu family in the future. Let's call Yan Cheng to the Fu family for a gathering the night after tomorrow. We haven't seen him since he returned to China."

"talk later."

Sheng Mian hung up the phone directly, her eyebrows furrowed deeply.

At this moment, she had already got out of the car, and turned around to say thank you to Fu Yancheng, but Fu Yancheng just focused on looking at the documents between his legs, with a calm attitude like a mountain.

In a short period of time, she owed so much to others that she didn't know how to pay it back.

"Boss Fu, thank you for what happened tonight."

Fu Yancheng pursed his thin lips, gave a faint "um", and ordered Qi Shen to drive.

Qi Shen glanced at him in the rearview mirror and stepped on the gas pedal.

When the car drove away, Fu Yancheng took a look at Sheng Mian in the rearview mirror.

She was still standing there, she should be awake, turned around and walked towards the hospital alone.

Fu Yancheng removed the documents on his lap, and looked down at a certain part of himself that was a little excited.

Just now Sheng Mian touched a place that shouldn't be touched in a hurry, and with his hands around his waist, the warm breath sprayed on his chest through the fabric of the shirt.

He pursed his lips, tightened his fingers holding the document, his wrist bones were stretched, slender and powerful.

Fu Yancheng raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, a hint of irritability appeared on his brows.

I don't know if she did it on purpose or unintentionally, like a cat's paw, every time it scratches just right, it makes people itch.

Fu Yancheng didn't like the feeling of pinning his emotions on others, so he almost rationally wiped out the slightest wavering.

He told himself that maybe it was because of that night that he was moved.

It's just restless dopamine at work.

It's not like.

(End of this chapter)