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

Chapter 194 Grow Fangs and Take Deep Roots

After leaving the gate of Fu's house, Fu Qiuya caught up with him and sighed.

"Yancheng, I didn't expect your grandfather to be so angry, I'm sorry."

"Auntie, this has nothing to do with you, it's about me and Penny."

When mentioning her, Fu Qiuya's face turned cold.

"Don't blame me for being troublesome. Now that I've been whipped, the matter is over and I've broken up with her. Otherwise, your grandpa may get angry later, so as not to implicate her."

"Auntie, I know what's going on with me."

Fu Qiuya knew that if she said more, she would attract disgust, so she shut up.

Fu Yancheng got into the car, but didn't dare to lean back.

The pain in the back was so painful that it was already unbearable.

But Sheng Mian called at this time.

"Boss Fu, I'm at the hotel, will you come back tonight?"

Fu Yancheng held the steering wheel with both hands, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his lips turned white.

"Ah."

With a calm tone, he hung up the phone.

Sheng Mian just waited outside the hotel room with peace of mind.

Ten minutes later, Fu Yancheng appeared at the elevator entrance.

Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to him, and then began to talk about business.

"Boss Fu, what I want to talk about is about Ms. Fu."

Fu Yancheng walked up to her, but did not look at her, but took the room card and swiped the door.

Sheng Mian had no choice but to follow in. She smelled a bloody smell and frowned.

It stands to reason that Fu Yancheng's injury should be healed. What is this bloody smell?
When Fu Yancheng walked into the room, he subconsciously wanted to take off his suit jacket, but when he thought of her, he froze and sat on the sofa.

"My aunt intercepted your order?"

It seems that he still remembers what happened last night, but he doesn't know if he still has any memory of that kiss.

Sheng Mian wasn't really touched, but he was worried that he thought she was getting married deliberately while she was drunk.

But now that Fu Yancheng doesn't mention it, she can't take the initiative to ask.

"Ah."

"Is there a strong influence on the studio?"

Sheng Mian felt a little warm in his heart, he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to ask the studio.

"It's okay, but because I am not very popular there, the designers who are affected have some opinions on me."

"I'll tell my aunt about this. As for the misunderstanding between you and her, she won't come to you again."

After all, the whip has already been taken, and the distance between the two of them will be opened later. What happened that night is completely over.

Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, thank you Mr. Fu, I will contact the suppliers again."

There was a smile on her lips, and the water in her eyes shone.

Fu Yancheng glanced at her, said "um", and stopped talking.

As soon as the room was quiet, the atmosphere became subtle.

The lonely man and the widow, or the two who had rolled over the sheets, sat facing each other at the moment, silent to each other, as if the air was filled with each other's breath.

Sheng Mian realized that the atmosphere was too ambiguous, so she got up.

"Boss Fu, then I won't bother you."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Shen's voice came from the door.

"President, are your injuries okay?"

Qi Shen was holding a medicine box in his hand, and apparently received a call from Fu Yancheng on the way.

Sheng Mian stood up and looked at Fu Yancheng, was he injured?

Upon closer inspection, his forehead was indeed moist and his lips were pale.

Qi Shen didn't expect Sheng Mian to be here, after thinking about it, he wisely put down the medicine box.

"Miss Penny, since you are here, can I trouble you to give the president medicine? You are more careful than me."

Sheng Mian, who had been helped by Fu Yancheng several times, couldn't shirk it at all.

Qi Shen put down the medicine box, found another excuse and left.

He saw this woman one after another in the president's room, and it was definitely not easy between the two of them.

How it develops depends on what his president thinks.

Sheng Mian was carrying the medicine box, so he could only bite the bullet right now.

"Boss Fu, where did you get hurt?"

No wonder she just smelled a bloody smell, is the wound on the palm opened again?
Fu Yancheng didn't speak, and was silent for a while, then slowly turned his back and took off his coat.

Seeing the criss-crossing and deep scars, Sheng Mian let out a cry of shock, and the medicine box fell out of his hand.

"Boss Fu, this is you."

She quickly bent over, took the medicine box and walked over, but because the shirt was already stuck to the wound, she didn't dare to tear it at all, and her face was sweating in anxiety.

Fu Yancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and through the glass in front of him, he could observe her expression just right.

She seemed to be really frightened, she was at a loss for what to do, and the water in her pupils was all rippling.

Just as he wanted her to use the scissors, he felt a breeze brushing against the skin on her back. She was already anxious, and subconsciously blew on the wound.

The cool wind blew on the wound, as if it penetrated the torn skin and penetrated into the pores, and then grew fangs in the pores, taking root deeply.

(End of this chapter)