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

Chapter 528
When she woke up, Zhuang Wan contacted her and said that the contract with Sanshu had also been signed.

In the second half of the year, with the contract between Baoke and Sanshu, Sheng's life will not be too difficult, but right now the high-level affairs have not been finalized.

The information has been reviewed several times, and the selected people are all young, but apart from this thin resume, she is not familiar with these people.

"Mr. Sheng, Sheng's is about to face a bidding. Together with several companies, this is a project approved by the old Mr. Sheng a year ago. It is used to expand the scale of Sheng's and build a few more production lines. The bidding for the land in the east of the city is tomorrow. I'm worried that you don't know, so I will mention it to you."

When Sheng Zhong was the president, he really thought about how to expand the company.

Now that the Sheng family has agreed to bid, even if Sheng Mian doesn't want to expand the production line now, he still has to go around.

"Mr. Sheng, I have already sent you the companies that participated in the bidding."

Sheng Mian turned on the computer, and immediately saw the Xiao family's Hengfa Group, which is engaged in real estate, and taking the land is a matter of course.

Zhuang Wan reminded her in the email.

Because the Sheng family and Hengfa happened to be participating in the same bidding again this time, and Xiao Chuqing himself amplified the influence of the acquisition of the Sheng family last time, so it is estimated that many people will go to the bidding site, even if it is to see these two people meet again.

"Zhuang Wan, you go instead of me."

Zhuang Wan agreed over there.

After Sheng Mian had breakfast, she received a call from Baoke.

The project at Yujingyuan has been proceeding in an orderly manner, but when she went to inspect the construction site last time, she asked for a studio on the second floor, and the decoration worker asked her if she wanted to change the design of the second floor, or follow the original design.

Regarding this point, Fu Yancheng never gave her an accurate answer.

With a serious and responsible attitude, Sheng Mian called Fu Yancheng.

But he didn't answer.

She frowned and dialed a second number.

The instant the call was made, the other side hung up directly, and Fu Yancheng did not answer on purpose.

Sheng Mian took a deep breath, and then the phone rang for a while, indicating that there was a new message.

From Fu Yancheng.

[Call me from your private number. 】

Seeing this news, Sheng Mian thought it was funny. Fu Yancheng himself knew her private number, but he always thought it belonged to his wife.

It's impossible for her to give him her private number. It's best for her to go abroad directly after the two entanglements are over, and three months later.

At that time, Grandpa Fu's illness should also have a new turning point.

She didn't reply to this message, but went directly to Fu's.

Fu Yancheng was sitting in the office, waiting for her reply.

But she didn't return.

His face sank almost visible to the naked eye, and he threw the phone aside.

After processing the documents for half an hour, someone knocked on the office door.

"Enter."

Sheng Mian pushed the door and walked in.

"Mr. Fu."

Fu Yancheng paused while holding the pen, and looked up at her.

Her hand has taken off the bandage today and hangs to one side.

He put down the pen and looked at her outfit with interest.

She didn't plan to go to Sheng's today, so she dressed very casually, a pair of black wide-leg pants, and a white shirt with puff sleeves.

She was thin, and she looked fair and long-legged in this dress. This was the first time he had seen her dressed like this.

The moment he raised his eyes, his heart seemed to beat a lot faster.

He looked at the document in front of him with a pretentious expression, "What's the matter?"

"You haven't answered me last time about whether you want to reserve a studio in Yujingyuan."

Fu Yancheng turned his gaze back to her face again, and heard her add.

"If Mr. Fu's future partner likes to paint, he can reserve a studio facing south, which is facing the garden. I will control the types of plants grown outside and the sunlight. It should be very inspiring for painters."

"Do you like it?"

Hearing these three words, Sheng Mian's voice paused, and then replied: "It doesn't matter whether I like it or not."

"Yes, let's get one."

After saying this, he continued to look at the document in his hand, "Is there anything else?"

(End of this chapter)