Rose Manor

Chapter 95
The next day, Fu Jichen was going to report to the Junshan Group headquarters.

After Shen Jianian fell asleep last night, he went to the study and went through all the unread materials. It was already three o'clock in the morning.

I was woken up by my cell phone alarm in the morning.

Hearing the ringing of the bell, Fu Jichen suddenly woke up and raised his hand to turn off the alarm. He subconsciously looked at the person lying next to him. Seeing that she was not awakened, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and went to the bedroom next door to wash up and change into formal clothes.

The phone was left in Shen Jianian's room. He buttoned the cufflinks of his shirt and walked to her room with his tie and suit jacket hanging on his forearm.

Fu Jichen picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and out of the corner of his eye, the person on the bed turned over.

There was a figure moving in the slits of Shen Jia Nian's slightly narrowed eyes. He slowly opened his eyelids and met Fu Jichen's warm gaze. He curved his lips and chuckled: "Are you awake?"

Shen Jianian responded vaguely and heard him say "just right".

What's right?
Fu Jichen pulled her up and handed a tie into her hand.

Shen Jianian's brain hadn't fully gathered consciousness yet, so she relied on instinct to kneel on the bed, put the tie around the man's neck, raised the collar of the shirt, pulled both ends of the tie to the chest, adjusted it to the appropriate length, and tied it with dexterous fingers. Tie a beautiful Windsor knot, then turn the shirt collar over and smooth it out.

When she was doing this, her black hair was slightly messy, her face still looked sleepy and she had just woken up, and her thick eyelashes were half closed.

Instead of her usual coldness, she became more charming and naive that she hadn't realized yet.

Fu Jichen always maintained a slightly bent posture to accommodate her height, his eyes were soft, wandering over her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and her pink lips.

"All right."

Shen Jia Nian pinned on a dark gold tie clip, stroked it with his hand, and was about to go back, but he grabbed his waist and pulled her into his arms.

Her heart was pounding, and she raised her neck. Before she could see the expression on his face clearly, her cheek was held by a pair of big hands, and a shadow fell over her eyes.

Shen Jia Nian was stunned for a moment when her lips were captured, and she felt his gentle and patient deep kiss.

Her mind was sometimes sober and sometimes chaotic, and time seemed to have passed for a long time. She had difficulty breathing, and her knees on the bed were slightly numb. She raised her hand to cover the back of his hand, finding a gap and murmuring: "You... you are going to be late. .”

Fu Jichen let go of her, his eyes were deep and moist, like a rainy night in spring, charming and affectionate.

Shen Jianian avoided his gaze, and his ears caught a rustle as he put on his suit jacket.

Fu Jichen tied the buttons with one hand, his eyes still fixed on her red face.

"Let's go." He rubbed her head and his voice was slightly hoarse, "If you haven't slept well, please sleep a little longer."

When Shen Jianian moved his eyes away, he could only see his hurried away back. His short hair was neatly styled, and the edge of the collar of his white shirt was exposed on the back of his neck. His dark blue suit supported his tall body, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, straight and straight. The pants wrapped around her slender legs reminded her of the words "walking clothes hanger".

Shen Jia Nian lay on the bed, squinting his eyes and almost fell asleep again. Suddenly he heard the sound of a car engine starting outside the window. He opened his eyes and got out of bed and ran to the window.

Opening the curtains, she saw the black Bentley driving out from under the porch and fading away from her sight.

*
Fu Jichen had a simple breakfast and set off from Yunding Palace to the headquarters of Junshan Group.

Qu Mo was driving, and Song Fang was sitting in the passenger seat with a black leather briefcase on his lap.

"Mr. Chen, what you told me last night is already clear." While waiting for the red light, Song Fang reported the news found overnight to Fu Jichen, "It's also a coincidence that Master Yan Qiusheng returned to Beicheng a year ago. , lives in a mountainside villa in the outer suburbs. I heard that his mother has cancer. He has been dependent on his mother since he was a child. This is probably the reason why he has disappeared over the years. "

After Song Fang finished speaking, he glanced at the rearview mirror.

The man holding his forehead with his fingers took back his hand, sat upright, and said in a low and gentle voice: "Find a time to hand over the name card, and I will visit you personally."

Although Song Fang didn't know his intention, he took the matter to heart: "Okay, I'll make arrangements."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cell phone rang in the carriage.

Fu Jichen took out his mobile phone and saw the caller ID on the screen. He hesitated for a few seconds and pressed the answer button. A gentle and loving inquiry came from the other side: "I heard from your dad that you are going to the group headquarters today. Are you there?"

"On the way past."

"That's it." Wei Ronghua trailed off, with a hint of accommodation in his tone, and said slowly while considering, "Just go back to the old house after you are busy with work. Mom wants to have a chat with you."

Fu Jichen did not agree in time.

After thinking about it for a moment, he guessed that what Fu Yuling said in front of her was probably related to Shen Jia Nian, and his mother couldn't sit still.

"Sincerely?" Wei Ronghua's voice became softer and more affectionate when he didn't hear his son's response, "You see you are back, busy dealing with your third uncle's affairs, and then going on a business trip to Yicheng, and now you are going to The group is at work, and it’s been a long time since we, mother and son, sat down and talked properly.”

Fu Jichen half-closed his eyes and said, "I'll go back in the evening."

"Okay, Mom is waiting for you." Wei Ronghua was happy when his goal was achieved, "Don't be too tired at work and pay more attention to your health."

"Ah."

Fu Jichen had nothing more to say and just waited for the other party to hang up.At a quarter past six in the afternoon, as if he was afraid that he would forget what he had promised in the morning, Wei Ronghua called again to remind him to return to his old home after his work.

Fu Jichen raised his wrist to look at his watch, picked up a document and came out of the office.

When I met Fu Jianfang in the corridor, he was wearing a suit and skirt. He didn't seem to see him. He walked straight past him, entered the elevator, turned around and stood up, looked out with an indifferent expression, and reached out to press the down button. .

On her first day of employment, Fu Jichen replaced two key personnel she had placed in the planning department!

He still excludes dissidents as before, but compared to the big commotion he made when he first returned to China, he has obviously restrained himself a lot this time, and the reasons for dismissing the two people are beyond the reach of anyone.

Fu Jichen's face was calm, and he took the exclusive elevator to the underground parking lot, got into the car, and loosened his tie: "Go back to the old house."

Qu Mo started the car and merged from the exit ramp into the evening milky way traffic.

The lights on both sides of the road were lit, and the bright neon flashed across the car windows, and the faces of the people in the car were reflected in and out.

Fu Jichen picked up his cell phone and dialed Shen Jianian's number. He cleared his throat before answering the call to hide his tiredness: "I'm going back to my old house. You have dinner first. I'll go back later."

There was only a slight response and nothing else was said.

Fu Jichen shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case, held it between his lips, put his hand into his trouser pocket for a lighter, and asked casually: "What did you do at home during the day?"

Shen Jia Nian was a little confused listening to his chatty and homely questions.

"I didn't do much." Shen Jianian said, "Reading books, watching movies, and learning to cook from Aunt Cheng."

"Have you learned?"

"Why are you asking this?" Shen Jianian's voice was soft.

"I wonder when I can try your craftsmanship." Fu Jichen took the unlit cigarette from his lips and twirled it on his fingertips. "Can it be realized in my lifetime?"

"Why are you talking?" Shen Jianian was a little annoyed, "Who are you looking down on?"

Fu Jichen smiled.

The two chatted for a while, and when they arrived at the Fu family's old house, the meaningless phone call ended.

Fu Jichen straightened his clothes, got out of the car and entered the house. The main hall was magnificent and the old-fashioned furniture gave off a solemn and slightly depressing atmosphere.

Fu Yuling was watching TV, and when he saw him coming in, his eyes lit up and he jumped up from the sofa.

She seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness she had on the phone a few days ago. She ran to Fu Jichen, hugged his arm with both hands, raised her face and said with a smile: "Mom is in the kitchen, cooking your favorite dishes. You Your treatment is better than mine, brother."

Fu Jichen's brows showed a touch of irritation, he pulled her hand away and said coldly: "Behave."

Fu Yuling curled his lips in displeasure, and placed his hands neatly on his sides: "That's alright."

Hearing the voices of the two brothers and sisters talking, Wei Ronghua came out of the kitchen. Wearing a brown knitted cardigan, she didn't look like a graceful lady in front of outsiders at all. She was just an ordinary mother who was looking forward to her son's return home.

"I was just thinking about waiting for you to get home before cooking prawns. They taste bad when they are cold, but I didn't expect to come back so soon." Wei Ronghua smiled softly, "Go and wash your hands, and we can start eating right away. "

There were not so many people at the dinner table tonight. Fu Feibai went abroad to shoot fashion magazine covers, and the second, third and fourth children were all at home.

The old man pays attention to table manners and doesn't like to say things that affect his appetite while eating. He only asked Fu Jichen how it felt to go to the headquarters today and ate quietly the rest of the time.

After the meal, the servants took care of the leftovers on the table.

Wei Ronghua called Fu Jichen to the side hall alone, closed the sliding door, and turned around. Fu Jichen had already sat down on the yellow rosewood chair and was slowly scalding a cup and a pot with hot water.

"What did you want to say when you called me back?" Fu Jichen didn't look up, focusing on the movements of his hands. He picked up the tea lotus and moved the tea leaves into the pot.

Wei Ronghua sat down opposite him, his hand wearing an emerald ring resting on his lap.Because of proper maintenance, my fingers are white and tender, with no wrinkles or discoloration.

After watching him silently for a moment, Wei Ronghua said, "You took that Shen girl to Beicheng."

It wasn't a questioning tone, it was obvious that he had received the exact information from Fu Yuling.

Originally, Wei Ronghua couldn't help but be overjoyed that he could successfully stay in Beicheng and re-enter the group's position. He thought that he had broken off the relationship with the woman naturally and just regarded it as a casual relationship.

After all, that woman has no relatives in Beicheng and will probably settle in Yicheng in the future.

Just when her heart slowly calmed down, she learned from her daughter that the Shen daughter was placed in a villa in Yunding Palace by Fu Jichen.

Does he want the golden house to hide his beauty?
He went to Yicheng a few days ago. In order not to disturb his work, she repeatedly suppressed it and did not mention it.Yesterday afternoon I heard that he had returned to Beicheng, and she was waiting at her old house without going anywhere. Who would have thought that he got off the plane and went straight to that woman, but never came back, leaving her waiting all afternoon.

Unable to contain the worry in her heart, she decided to take the initiative to talk to him to find out what he really thought.

(End of this chapter)