Today, I struggled to survive in the Shura field again.

Chapter 6 Afraid of me?

Song Nainai's hands were a little dirty. When they were on Fu Tingchuan's hands, there were drops of water dripping on Fu Tingchuan's cuffs along her fingertips.

Fu Tingchuan took a look, and his gaze became even lighter.

When Song Nainai stood up and stood still, Fu Tingchuan quickly let go of his hand.

He took out a square towel from his pocket, with a cold look on his brows and eyes, and wiped off the water stains on his hands in front of Song Nainai.

There is a feeling of dislike for Song Nainai.

Song Nainai laughed angrily.

Fu Tingchuan's face was clearly reflected in her cat-like round eyes, and Song Nainai's eyes were a little angry.

Fu Tingchuan didn't take Song Nainai seriously.

To him, what he did today was just because of Song Nainai's face that resembled Xie Qinghan's.

His faint eyes fell on Assistant Yan beside him, Assistant Yan quickly picked up the umbrella that Song Nainai had dropped beside him, and handed it to Song Nainai.

Song Nainai thanked her in a low voice.

Song Yushuang didn't react at first, but now that Fu Tingchuan actually got out of the car and pulled Song Nainai up, her eyes lit up instantly, and she directly ignored her sprained ankle, and her originally mean face was now stained with calculations.

She quickly raised a smirk, endured the pain and moved closer to Fu Tingchuan: "Boss Fu, do you still remember me? I'm Song Yushuang, the deputy manager of the marketing department of Fu's Group——"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Fu Tingchuan raising her hand.

Fu Tingchuan's eyes did not fall on Song Yushuang from the beginning to the end, his cold eyebrows looked more noble in the rain and fog, and the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist was dyed with a touch of sandalwood.

He looked at Song Nainai.

Song Nainai lowered her head and looked at her toes.

Song Yushuang, who was next to him, quickly patted Song Nainai on the shoulder, "This is Mr. Fu, you met yesterday, why don't you hurry up and say hello?"

The calculation on Song Yushuang's face was not concealed.

Manager Wang is going to be promoted, but she is not just a deputy manager in the marketing department, so she can't wait to please him.

Knowing that Manager Wang is interested in Song Nainai by accident, Song Yushuang naturally gave her to Manager Wang without hesitation.

From Song Yushuang's point of view, she raised Song Nainai well, and now it's time for Song Nainai to repay her.

Moreover, Manager Wang has just been divorced and will be promoted again in a few days. The future is limitless. If Song Nainai can win the favor of Manager Wang and marry Manager Wang, then her life will be easier in the future.

Song Yushuang felt that she was doing Song Nainai a favor.

Seeing Song Nainai motionless like a wooden stake, she was so angry that she pinched Song Nainai hard.

Song Nainai's eyes turned red instantly, she quickly raised her head to look at Fu Tingchuan, then lowered her head quickly, her voice trembling slightly: "Fu, Mr. Fu."

Although she moved very quickly, Fu Tingchuan still saw that delicate and beautiful face.

The cat-like round eyes were wet, the tails of the eyes were red, and the tip of the nose was also red, especially on the white and tender cheeks, as if he had been greatly wronged.

For some reason, Fu Tingchuan just felt his heart tighten.

The hand reacted faster than the brain, and he stretched out his hand to pull Song Nainai into his side, directly under his umbrella, and Song Nainai's umbrella fell to the ground again.

She looked at him in a daze, and the eyelashes on her lower eyelids were also very long. At this moment, there was a drop of crystal clear tears that couldn't be shed. She was indescribably pitiful and harmless.

Fu Tingchuan reached out and pinched her face: "Afraid of me?"

Song Nainai: "..."

She was stunned for a few minutes with a rare expression.

(End of this chapter)