Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 220 The Strange Old Man
After the solution was decided, An Yan quickly called Qin Shu.

"Contact the people at the factory and take all Fu's batch of finished clothes back for rework. I will then go back and watch them personally."

"receive."

After Qin Shu understood this, he broke out in a cold sweat.

This was the first collaboration between Fu and Yu Fei, and something like this went wrong. Fortunately, Fu didn't make a big deal out of it, otherwise Yu Fei would have lost her reputation in the industry.

Over there, Qin Shu went to contact people to help. Although the matter was resolved, An Yan still felt bad.

As far as the market situation is concerned, this kind of unqualified garments can be big or small.

For the Fu family, if things get serious, Yu Fei will definitely give in, and they can get countless benefits.

But Fu Jingbo didn't.

He chose the gentlest way and turned this matter into a trivial one.

An Yan was grateful for this.

"Mr. Fu, do you have time at noon? Let me treat you to a meal to express my apology and gratitude."

"Mr. An's invitation, I'm available anytime." This proposal suited Fu Jingbo's heart, and he smiled slightly and agreed.

Seeing that it was getting late, An Yan quickly called to make a reservation at a high-end restaurant.

Fu Jingbo also briefly handled the matter at hand.

Ten minutes later, the two got out of the elevator one after another.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, An Yan noticed a wheelchair parked in the lobby not far away. The person sitting in the wheelchair was the person she met in the elevator when she arrived.

Before An Yan could react, she saw Fu Jingbo striding over.

"Dad." Fu Jingbo said hello respectfully, stretched out his hand to push up the wheelchair, then looked back at An Yan and introduced with a smile, "Dad, this is An Yan, Mr. An of Yufei Company. Mr. An, this is my father. .”

"Hello, Mr. Fu."

It turns out that this old man is Fu Mingwen, Fu’s previous president!
An Yan was a little surprised and quickly stepped forward to say hello politely.

She had never met Fu Mingwen and had never had contact with him before, but why did she always feel like she had heard this name somewhere?
"Hello, Ms. An."

Fu Mingwen in the wheelchair moved his lips slightly, and his hoarse voice sounded like a night owl, which fell into An Yan's ears and made her hair stand on end.

His turbid eyes were more like a dormant leopard seeing its favorite prey, hot and greedy, scanning An Yan's body carefully.

The delicate little face, fair and delicate skin, slender figure, and plump body exude fatal temptation everywhere.

Fu Mingwen's cloudy eyes were filled with surprise, and he felt regret in his heart.

After so many years, this woman is no longer the young girl she once was, but more charming, like a rose in full bloom.

If he had known that she would bloom so delicately and brightly, six years ago he should have picked this thorny rose by any means necessary and imprisoned it in his back garden.

But now, it's not too late.

Fu Mingwen looked away and looked at Fu Jingbo: "Are you going out?"

"Yes, Dad." Fu Jingbo lowered his head and replied.

The unscrupulousness and fanaticism in his father's eyes made him feel uneasy.

The next moment, he heard Fu Mingwen's hoarse voice again: "Then let's have lunch together."

"Dad..." Fu Jingbo suddenly raised his head and shouted with an unnatural look on his face.

Fu Mingwen's eyes were filled with coldness: "Why, don't you want to?"

"How come? It's my honor to have lunch with Mr. Fu."

An Yan didn't know why, but she could also feel that the atmosphere between father and son was not right, so she quickly smoothed things over.

Fu Jingbo's heart sank and he lowered his head again: "Okay."

When they arrived at the reserved restaurant, Fu Jingbo pushed Fu Mingwen with his own hands and walked in with An Yan.She didn't know beforehand that Fu Mingwen was going to have dinner together, so An Yan had reserved a semi-open private room.

Fu Mingwen had difficulty moving, so Fu Jingbo directly picked him up from the wheelchair and placed him in the innermost position.

Before the food arrived, An Yan poured a glass of water and placed it in front of him.

"Mr. Fu, the weather is hot, please drink some water first."

"it is good."

Hoarse syllables were uttered, and a dry hand covered with black brown spots stretched out, rubbed the back of An Yan's delicate and white hand, and picked up the water glass.

The cold touch made An Yan retract her hand subconsciously and looked up at Fu Mingwen.

The old man's face full of ravines was calm, as if he was not aware of what he had just done.

An Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was probably just a coincidence.

The dishes were quickly served, and the three of them began to eat quietly.

An Yan and Fu Jingbo had dinner together before, and they were chatting and laughing, but today because of Fu Mingwen's presence, the atmosphere was inexplicably solemn.

Perhaps because he was too close, Fu Mingwen's arm would touch An Yan from time to time when picking up food.

An Yan didn't pay much attention to it, just thinking that he was inconvenient due to physical reasons. Considering that he was so old and Fu Jingbo's father, he politely helped Fu Mingwen pick up the food and take the tableware, and tried his best to take care of him as much as possible.

The strange thing is that Fu Mingwen and Fu Jingbo and their son had almost no communication throughout the whole process, and each ate in silence.

This meal was a torment for An Yan, and she just wanted to finish it and leave as soon as possible.

Half an hour later, the meal was finally finished.

"Mr. Fu, I will go back first. If there are any questions, we will contact you in time." After An Yan said this, she smiled politely at Fu Mingwen.

The look on the old man's face suddenly became strange.

"Okay, I won't send you back." Fu Jingbo just hoped to take his father back quickly.

"Miss An, come and sit at my house." Fu Mingwen said suddenly.

"This..." An Yan was a little embarrassed. She and Fu Jingbo only cooperated on official matters. They really didn't have any friendship in private. It would not be good to go to someone else's house rashly.

An Yan was about to decline when Fu Jingbo said at the right time: "Mr. An, you must keep an eye on the batch of finished clothes in person. Please come to my house as a guest next time you have the opportunity."

"Fu Jingbo!" Fu Mingwen stared at his son with turbid eyes.

Fu Jingbo didn't look at him and urged An Yan: "Mr. An, hurry back now and rework the goods as soon as possible to minimize the loss."

"Okay, thank you for your trust, Mr. Fu. I'll go back and keep an eye on you."

An Yan was slightly surprised, but quickly reacted, picked up her bag and left quickly.

She didn't look back, so she didn't see the greedy and cold light of Fu Mingwen's turbid eyes, like a vicious wolf.

Outside the restaurant door, Fu Mingwen was carried into the car by his personal caregiver, and Fu Jingbo followed suit.

The father and son drove in the same car one behind the other, but they were speechless all the way. The atmosphere in the car was strangely gloomy.

Fu's house.

The car stopped, Fu Jingbo got out of the car first, and then put Fu Mingwen into the wheelchair.

"Dad, we're home." Fu Jingbo bent down to push the wheelchair.

"Snapped!"

But he got a slap on the face unexpectedly.

"Guizi, what do you mean today?!"

Fu Mingwen took back his hand and stared at his son with cold and angry eyes.

(End of this chapter)