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

Chapter 185 He Will Never Touch That Woman

Sheng Mian stood up instantly, and when she opened the door, she heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

Not a single footstep.

Then came a man's voice.

"Does anybody here have a dog?"

It was Fu Yancheng's voice.

Sheng Mian quickly retreated to the room and closed the door.

Liu Qiong just wanted to deny it, but she also heard a dog barking, what's going on?

Fu Yancheng's face darkened, "Send it away."

Liu Qiong didn't dare to answer, and waited for him to enter the room before rushing downstairs.

Sheng Mian also came out at this time and held him back.

"Aunt Liu, is Sticky still locked?"

Aunt Liu supported her head with apologetic expression on her face.

"It's probably because I forgot to lock the door. Sticky is very smart now, as long as it is not locked, it will open the door by itself."

Liu Qiong hurried downstairs, "Miss Sheng, don't worry, I'll lock it up right away."

Sheng Mian's heart was beating wildly, glanced at the closed door on the other side of the corridor, and said, "Hurry up, don't let Mr. Fu find it."

Liu Qiong nodded and immediately went to the garden.

Sticky has lived in Shengmian's newly bought house for the past two days. Although the house is not small, it is still not as comfortable as the large garden.

So as soon as he came back, he opened the door by himself and was digging happily in the garden.

Liu Qiong was worried that it would be discovered, so she didn't dare to scold it, but walked quickly to it and led it to the other side.

Fu Yancheng was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows at this moment, but he didn't see the dog, but he did hear a few barking dogs, which should be raised by the servants here.

He didn't care, but turned around and continued the meeting in front of him.

The moment he turned around, Sticky was dragged past his floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Mr. Fu, the planning plan for Youxian County has come out, and the previous leaders have given new benefits. Originally, we wanted to turn it into a tourist attraction, but now the planning department has added a few points to the original project. I will email you about the new additions."

Fu Yancheng clicked on the email and read the newly added points.

The scenery in Youxian County is good, it has not been contaminated by commercial factors, and there is a lot of room for development, and the local government supports it very strongly. When he visited last time, the feedback he got was very satisfactory.

Now the planning department has newly added a policy of benefiting farmers, which can develop orchards locally.

You County is too far away from the city, and there are a few fruit farmers there, but the annual transportation cost is a big problem.

In the mailbox that Fu Yancheng received, there were also sincere suggestions from several leaders who had dinner last time, hoping that he would go again.

If it goes again this time, all the plans for the development of You County will be completely finalized.

Those leaders are all people who do great things. Fu Yancheng has never put on airs in front of these people who really care about the people.

These points added by the planning department are very good, but the specifics have to be combined with the local production.

If the output is large, a production line can be directly produced. If the output is small, it can be followed by the development of tourism, allowing tourists to enter the orchard to experience, which is also a way to attract tourists.

So this trip to You County, he had to go.

After calling Qi Shen and asking Qi Shen to add the schedule, the meeting ended.

It is already ten o'clock in the evening.

Fu Yancheng raised his hands and rubbed the center of his brows, got up and unbuttoned his shirt, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out, he casually took the documents aside, intending to read them before going to bed.

But his eyes were on the things on the bedside table.

With a cold look on his face, he held the bottle in front of him, but when he saw the large characters, he sneered.

Indian oil.

Did grandpa let someone put it here?It's just that he didn't follow him to consummate the room with Sheng Mian.

A trace of resistance flashed across his eyebrows, and he threw the things into the trash can, and he was even more convinced that he would never touch that woman during the performance of the contract.

(End of this chapter)