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

Chapter 7

Assistant Yan coughed at the side, quickly picked up Song Nainai's umbrella again, put it away, and handed it to her.

Song Nainai took it silently, and under the thick and curly eyelashes, a faint light flashed past.

Song Yushuang was dizzy by this.

She is almost stupid.

Could it be that Song Nainai really hooked up with Mr. Fu?
If she knew this earlier, she shouldn't have given Song Nainai to Manager Wang.

Song Nainai was raised by her, and she is her daughter. Now that Fu Tingchuan has taken a fancy to her, as long as Song Nainai blows some pillow wind, she may not only be able to re-enter the Fu family, but may even be promoted.

Thinking of this, Song Yushuang quickly smiled at Song Nainai, "Blame me, if I knew that Nana knew President Fu, I wouldn't be so anxious to call Nana out. Nana didn't rest well last night, and didn't eat anything this morning."

She glanced at Fu Tingchuan again suggestively, "If Boss Fu has nothing to do, why don't you stay for breakfast?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she thought that Fu Tingchuan had already come to work, and she should have had breakfast, so she hurriedly said:

"I also just want to thank Mr. Fu. I was deceived before and almost killed Nana. If it wasn't for Mr. Fu, I really don't know what to do."

Song Yushuang was holding an umbrella with one hand, and tightly clutching the hem of her clothes with the other. The expectation in her eyes was undisguised, for fear that Fu Tingchuan would reject her.

Only then did Fu Tingchuan put his gaze on her. His pupils were extremely dark, and Song Yushuang felt a chill running down his back when he was looked at by such eyes.

The smile on her face froze, before she could react, she heard Assistant Yan whisper: "President Fu, it's almost time."

Mr. Fu also has a business meeting this morning.

Fu Tingchuan raised his hand and glanced at his watch, then nodded lightly. Just as he was about to turn around, his eyebrows twitched, his eyes moved down and fell on Song Nainai's skirt.

The little girl's whole body was wet, and her summer clothes were already light and thin, but at this moment, she was even more slim and slender, weak and delicate.

From time to time, he glanced at him quickly, and then lowered his head quickly, as if he was some kind of scourge.

Song Nainai lowered her head, holding the folded umbrella, pulling the strap on the umbrella, sticking it on and tearing it off, the tip of her nose was the sandalwood lingering on Fu Tingchuan's string of Buddhist beads.

According to the original plot, Fu Tingchuan should take her to his nearby apartment with compassion.

The golden house hides the charm.

But as soon as he thought about it, Fu Tingchuan handed the umbrella to Song Nainai and asked her to hold it.

Song Nainai glanced at him, and the next moment, Fu Tingchuan took off his coat and covered Song Nainai's head.

Song Nainai's eyes darkened, she pulled off her clothes, and saw a business card in Fu Tingchuan's bony hands.

"If you need me, you can find me." Fu Tingchuan looked at her, and when the black and white round eyes looked at her, his expression was in a trance for a moment.

But soon his face turned cold again, he took a deep look at Song Nainai, and walked away.

Assistant Yan walked in and raised the umbrella to Fu Tingchuan's head. Their backs became hazy in the rain.

And Song Nainai held Fu Tingchuan's umbrella in one hand and his business card in the other, a question mark slowly popped in his heart.

What about the promised Jinwu Zangjiao?

The round cat pupils were dyed with water, shimmering like waves, extremely beautiful, the tails of her eyes were slightly raised, and a smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

interesting.

Her eyes fell on the nameplate of the umbrella handle again, and a sneer overflowed from the bottom of her heart.

An umbrella costs several thousand dollars.

Luxurious and lustful.

(End of this chapter)