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

Chapter 827 Can't Say Something Good About Him?
The cold wind reduced the heat on her face, and she felt much better.

Did Fu Yancheng do it on purpose?
Deliberately teasing her, she felt uncomfortable, and then started to deal with the work by herself.

Is this revenge for her just focusing on work?

Frowning tightly, she couldn't help but glance at him.

But the expression on his face was so serious, as if he really had something urgent at work.

Sheng Mian felt a little aggrieved, she lowered her eyelashes, trying to get her mind back on her work, but she couldn't help but look at her hands from the corner of her eye.

She loves Fu Yancheng's hands very much, they are even more beautiful than the most beautiful hand models.

To be precise, there is nothing unattractive about Fu Yancheng, his face, figure, and even the most secret appearance are perfect.

He does have the capital to play with women, but she doesn't want to be the one played by him.

Suppressing all his impatience, amidst the sound of his keyboard tapping, the car had already stopped in front of the old house.

A servant came to open the door, Sheng Mian went down first, and Fu Yancheng followed behind her.

As soon as the door opened, she saw the old man leaning on a cane, waiting at the gate of the living room.

"Grandfather Fu."

She yelled obediently, and suddenly remembered that she hadn't brought a gift, and just about to say that she would make it up later, when she saw Fu Yancheng ask a servant to carry a gift from the trunk.

He also told the old man.

"Grandpa, I and we prepared for you."

He almost said that Mianmian and I prepared it for you. This address almost blurted out, and it might even cause her to roll her eyes a few times.

To avoid embarrassment, he used us directly.

Surprise flashed across Sheng Mian's face, he was a little surprised that he would prepare in advance, which relieved her embarrassment.

Fu Chong watched the box after box of things being moved into the old house, and sighed. If the two of them had been fine from the beginning, he would have embraced his great-grandson by now.

He looked at Fu Yancheng with a hatred of iron and iron, and blamed this man for not living up to expectations.

"Come in and sit down, Mianmian, what have you been up to lately?"

"I took over my dad's company before, but because I couldn't get business, I separated some people and set up another business."

Not being able to receive the words "business" was like a mountain, instantly overwhelming Fu Yancheng.

Why the Sheng family couldn't get any business was all thanks to him.

Fu Chong's face was full of relief, and he grabbed her hand, "You can do well in everything, just follow"

He originally wanted to say that he was just like the kid from Xingzhou, but he knew that Fu Yancheng would mind this kind of words, so he turned a corner, "Just like other children, you can draw so well, and the company can run so well, Mianmian, you are really good."

Sheng Mian was a little embarrassed by his praise, "Grandpa Fu, I'm still learning how to run a company. I just read books and listen to public lectures from business people."

"It's been pretty good."

Fu Chong really felt it was a pity. He liked Sheng Mian because of this at the beginning. He felt that she was serious in everything she did, and she seldom complained.

He looked at his grandson who was sitting silently by the side, feeling very angry.

"What has Yancheng been up to lately?"

"Work."

Fu Yancheng's tone was neither salty nor weak.

The injury on my back has not healed yet, and it hurts even if I move it lightly.

"Hehe, of course I know that you are busy with work, and you are so busy that you don't make a fuss. Instead, you make yourself a loner."

Fu Yancheng's face turned dark immediately, in front of Sheng Mian, couldn't he say something nice about him?

(End of this chapter)