President Daddy's spoils me too much

"President Fu, director Zhang asked me to deliver the design draft."

Fu Ting, with his back to Ning Wan, stood in front of the oversized French window with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Put it on the table."

Ning Wan came to the desk to put the document, and suddenly saw his name in the corner of a document, "what is this?"

Fu Ting looked back and saw Ning Wan staring at the documents on the table, came to the table to put down the coffee, calmly pressed a document under the name, "every month we will submit the monthly evaluation to the school."

Ning Wan smiled. Shouldn't subordinates do this? How can Fu Ting do it himself? What else is he so eager to explain?

"I heard about Fang Yun's kidnapping of Ning Xiuyu."

Ning Wan suddenly realized that no wonder Fu Ting let himself in. He was waiting for him.

"Well, there's nothing left for me."

"About the kidnapping of Xiuyu..." Fu Ting said something, but did not say what he meant, a pair of cold eyes looking at Ning Wan.

Ning Wan said, "surely Fu is always pleading for his future mother-in-law? I'm sorry. The police are already investigating. I can't help it. "

Knowing that Ning Wan was wrong, Fu Ting did not correct it, but said another sentence, "why did Fang Yun kidnap Xiuyu?"

"What does Fu always want to say?"

"I found that Ning Yu didn't want you to stay in the company, and Fang Yun wanted to kidnap your children. Isn't there any reason for that?"

Ning Wan guessed that Ning Yu must have told Fu ting what happened in those years. He stared at Fu Ting's eyes and said slowly, "President Fu, do you believe Ning Yu's words?"

Fu Ting also looked at Ning Wan and did not speak.

Ning Wan suddenly laughed, with some sarcasm on the corner of his mouth. "Well, yes, Ning Yu is your girlfriend. How can you not believe your girlfriend?"

Through all the previous observations, Fu Ting has known about Ning Yu, "the matter of Ning Yu is another matter. I just want to answer the questions I just asked."

"For a reason?" Ning Wan thought for a moment, "my stepmother doesn't like me. What's the reason?"

"Just for this reason?"

"What do you want to ask?" Instead of defending his girlfriend or his future mother-in-law, Fu Ting asked himself this question, which was so strange that he could not be more surprised.

Fu Ting turns his back to Ning Wan. When Ning Wan thinks Fu Ting doesn't want to talk to him, he hears him talk again. "Think about it carefully. Is there any other reason?"

"Probably because of four years ago." Besides this, Ning Wan can't think of anything else.

Fu Ting slowly turned around, his eyes burning, "what happened four years ago?"

Thinking of what Ning Yu mentioned four years ago many times, Ning Wan said: "Ning yu should have told you many times, right? Just now I asked you if you believe in Ning Yu, that is to say, if you believe in Ning Yu, I will not say a word. If you do not believe, I will tell you what happened four years ago, so that you can see the real face of Ning Yu. "

Fu Ting thought about it for a long time, but there was no final conclusion.

One is a girlfriend who has been together for several years, a woman who has just met for a short time, who he should believe is obvious.

His inner voice made him believe in Ning Yu. However, another voice reminded him that Ning Wan didn't look like a liar.

There was a knock on the door.

Ning Wangang doesn't want to continue talking with Fu Ting, and she's been here for a long time, "President Fu, I'll go first."

Ning Wan just came to the door. The door was opened. Ning Yu came in from the door. Seeing Ning Wan, her face changed greatly. "How are you here?"

These days, I'm busy with Fang Yun's business. Ning Yu hasn't been here for several days. Unexpectedly, I saw Ning Wan as soon as I came here.

Ning Wan didn't plan to take care of Ning Yu. He flashed to one side and decided to leave.

"Don't go!"

"What can I do for you?" Ning Wan frowns at Ning Yu.

The secretaries and assistants who worked outside looked down.

Thinking of Ning Yu's ability to speak freely and to confuse right and wrong, Ning Wan said, "I'm here to send documents."

Ning Wan left. Ning Yu went to Fu ting and was very worried. "Ting, she really came to deliver the documents?"

Fu Ting sat on the chair and said in a deep voice, "yes."

"Oh, so it is." Ning Yu goes around the table and sits on the armrest of Fu Ting's chair. He wants to hug him, but Fu Ting avoids him.

She put down her hand in embarrassment. "Ting, you should know about my mother?"

"Well."

"What did Ning Wan tell you?" Ning Yu was flustered and explained eagerly, "did she say my mother kidnapped her son? Did you say a lot of bad things about my mother and me? "

Fu Ting glanced at Ning Yu lightly, but could not see his anger.

Ning Yu immediately felt flustered and nestled beside Fu ting and said, "my mother is just playing with Ning Xiuyu. How can I really kidnap him?""I heard there was a recording."

"This..." After thinking for a long time, Ning Yu reluctantly smiled and said, "Oh, it must be a misunderstanding. By the way, who did you listen to about the recording? " She remembered that her father had been put under pressure. Except for some people's word of mouth, there was no media coverage of anything related to this.

"I hear."

Ning Yu sighed, "there must be some misunderstanding in it."

"I hope so."

"Ting, about that mother..." Ning Yu hesitated. On the one hand, he wanted to ask Fu ting for help. On the other hand, he was worried that he would know some clues if he was involved.

"Well? What do you want to say? " Fu Ting looks at the document as if he is busy.

Ning Yu thought again and again, "no Nothing. "

After waiting for Ning Yu to leave, Fu Ting began to look at the design draft on the table. After a few eyes, he felt nothing new. When he was about to put down his hand, he was attracted by the last design draft.

There is a white women's one shoulder dress on the white drawing paper, and the white skirt is matched with the pink if there is any ink splashing pattern. It looks beautiful and refined in a heavy painting, which makes people bright.

Fu tingpiao to the name of the painting, can not help but face with doubts. Is it painted by Zhang Junwei? In any case he could not relate the painting to him.

There was a knock outside the door. After receiving the response, the secretary came in from the door. "President Fu, this is all the entries."

The secretary put a large pile of design drafts in front of Fu Ting, "according to your order, we have randomly put our entries from Fu's design department in all design drafts, and have hidden the author of the design drafts, and everything will be decided by Fu Zong."

In Fu Ting's opinion, except Su ningran, the design works of other designers are mostly the same, and there is no innovation and progress for many years. This fashion design competition is to tap new designers.

"You get in touch with these people and comment on the draft competition on Friday." Fu Ting handed over a list. "The rest will be discussed in the afternoon."