Sweet Storm: My love time

Waiting for him to sit down, driver Xiao Zhao asked softly, "Mr. Fu, back to the company or home?"

Over the past few months, Fu Jinxing seems to be afraid to go home. He is afraid that he can't bear it.

But he couldn't avoid Tianjin, so he would go back every two or three days.

Whenever Jinjin pesters Fu Jinxing and asks about he Sijia's situation, he can only reply with a bitter smile: "dear, my mother has gone abroad to study and will come back soon."

Although Jinjin is small, she is not stupid.

He glared at the big hairy eyes and was surprised: "but mother has a little sister in her stomach. Why did she take her away?"

Fu Jinxing doesn't know how to realize this lie. He can only choose silence.

Standing on one side, Sister Ping turns her head to one side. She silently holds back her tears, and does not dare to show any difference in front of her children.

More times, Jinjin seems to understand what, no longer ask.

"Back to the company."

Sure enough, Fu Jinxing still tried not to go back to the house where there was no hostess.

Just at this time, a woman in high-heeled shoes, rushed over.

"Mr. Fu, please wait a moment!" she cried

The driver took a look in the rearview mirror.

Fu Jinxing nodded his head slightly, then lowered a third of the window to see the people.

It's the hostess of the talk show just now.

"Mr. Fu."

The woman stood firm and lifted her hair in her ear with her hand. She was very charming with a smile.

"Can I invite you to dinner? I know that this request is a bit abrupt, but I still have some questions about the interview just now that I don't quite understand. I'd like to ask you some advice. "

She knows that the more professional she is, the more favorable she can get from the other side.

Don't look like a flower maniac and die before you finish.

You know, a man like Fu Jinxing is the master of thousands of flowers. What beautiful woman has never seen?

However, beautiful and intelligent women are rare.

Although he is married, Mrs. Fu has disappeared for a long time.

There are rumors that she actually ran away with other men and gave Fu Jinxing a green hat.

There are also rumors that she is actually dead, and the murderer is Fu Jinxing.

No matter what the possibility is, hoska has indeed faded out of public view for a long time, which is an indisputable fact.

So, a lot of women are ready to move.

There's one right now.

"I'm sorry, I have something else to do."

Fu Jinxing refused without expression.

With that, he reached out to raise the window.

Unexpectedly, the hostess even regardless of the image of a hand out, blocking the window.

"Mr. Fu! I just want to ask for advice in person... "

She said hastily.

Originally thought that such an excuse enough to move the man, unexpectedly, he did not fake words to this point.

"If you have a problem, call my assistant Miss Luo, and she will arrange it for you."

With these words, Fu Jinxing's patience has been exhausted.

He would have been impatient if he hadn't been decent and professional in the interview.

Unfortunately, the hostess is still holding her hand and never retreats.

For a moment, Xiao Zhao was in a bit of a dilemma.

He did not dare to start the car rashly. If he involved the woman under the wheel, it would be fatal.

"Mr. Fu..."

She was about to say something more when a cold girl voice came——

"At least he's a public figure. How can he be so uninteresting? Do you have to let people say something ugly to give up completely? "

With the sound, a tall and slender woman stepped on high heels and approached step by step.

Duan Fuguang is wearing a white professional suit, a slim suit and a pair of trousers. The simple colors make her very capable and charming.

She stood still, her arms around her chest, and looked coldly at the hostess.

His condescending attitude is full of pride.

It's not surprising that Duan Fuguang doesn't look good. She's really fed up with these women like flies.

Oh, no, Fu Jinxing is not a piece of shit after all.

That's attracting bees and butterflies, at least a little better.

"It's Miss Duan."

The hostess was a little annoyed, but when she looked up, it was Duan Fuguang.

Therefore, a belly of fire and quietly out.

This is a bad character.

Who doesn't know that Duan Fuguang is a hot figure in Duan's family now. Although she is a woman, she is still very young, but she has done two big projects that have a lot of repercussions in the industry.

This kind of rich second generation with ability is better to offend less.

"Oh, you know me. Then you should know that my time is very precious. If I have an appointment with Mr. Fu for dinner, don't delay here, OK? "

Duan Fuguang asked with a smile.

The hostess fled.

When she left, Fu Jinxing pushed the door open and looked at Duan Fuguang helplessly: "Why are you still aggressive?"

She shrugged and went straight in.

"I help you to get rid of these mentally handicapped women, but you still pick on me?"

Duan Fuguang asked angrily.

After listening to her words, Fu Jinxing, who had no expression all the time, just gave a little smile and finally looked like a living person.

Since he Sijia disappeared, there are few people in the world who let Fu Jinxing return some face.

Duan Fuguang thinks that fortunately, she is one of them.

"Why, back to the company?"

She pauses and stops.

"Didn't you invite me to dinner?"

Fu Jinxing asked.

"Yes, I can't wait for your honor."

Duan Fuguang simply said an address to Xiao Zhao, which is a restaurant.

When they got to the restaurant, they went straight to the private room upstairs under the guidance of the manager.

"No news yet?"

When having a meal, Duan Fuguang hesitated for a moment and asked actively.

She vaguely knows part of the inside story, and knows that hoska's disappearance is actually related to the mysterious Ming clan.

However, suffering from no strength, Duan Fuguang can only be anxious.

In addition, I met Fu Jinxing occasionally to make sure that he could hold on.

Fu Jinxing shook his head. He didn't eat food, only drank.

Both fell into silence.

After a while, Fu Jinxing finally said, "have you contacted Cao Jingtong recently? He always has you in his heart, I know

After all, they have known each other for many years, and the tacit understanding exists not only in their work, but also in their life.

Smell speech, Duan Fuguang chopsticks in mid air meal.

She seemed to have lost her appetite, fell heavily and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"Since you mentioned him, well, I'll talk about him."

Duan Fu Guang put his hands on the table.

Look at her face, it's full of anger.

"I used to like him because I thought he kept a kind heart. What happened? As you can see, I've never seen a person become so shameless for the sake of being superior! He learned all his tricks from you at the beginning, but now they are used to deal with you! "

Duan Fu Guang said in a low voice, his eyes were full of displeasure.

In contrast, Fu Jinxing is much calmer.

"There's nothing wrong with egoism."

He said it lightly and took another sip of the wine.

There is no father and son, no brother, let alone the relationship between the former boss and subordinates?

"Besides, maybe he wants to be worthy of you."

Fu Jinxing has a very thorough understanding of this.

He is also a man, who knows the mood of wanting to be better and let the woman he loves live a good life.

Therefore, he has always been indifferent to Cao Jingtong's various actions.

But others all feel aggrieved for Fu Jinxing, including Duan Fuguang.

"The white eyed wolf."

She swore and drank the wine out of the glass.

I wonder if I touched the pain in my heart. Duan Guang has drunk all the bottle of Baijiu.

She shakes the empty bottle and wants to drink more.

"Drink... Keep drinking..."

Duan Fuguang's tongue was stiff, and his face was as red as a monkey's butt.

Fu Jinhang was somewhat be taken by surprise. He was just a little distracted. But in two or three minutes, Dufu had already killed nearly a bottle of Baijiu.

"I'll get someone to take you back."

Without saying a word, Fu Jinxing picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.

As soon as he got through there, he gave the address directly.

"Come as soon as you can. She's drunk."

With that, Fu Jinxing put down his mobile phone.

Within twenty minutes, a man rushed in.

It was Cao Jingtong.

"It's my problem. I didn't stop her."

Fu Jinxing said awkwardly.

The drunk Duan Fuguang didn't cry. She was lying on the table, snoring and smacking.

This scene is far from her usual image.

Taking off his coat and covering Duan Fuguang's body gently, Cao Jingtong sighed helplessly: "she wants to drink. Who can stop her?"

The implication is that it has nothing to do with Fu Jinxing.

"Mr. Fu, I'll take her back first."

Cao Jing said respectfully.

But Fu Jinxing coughed, put his fist on his lips, and said with a smile: "sometimes a man can't be a gentleman. Do you want to wait for a woman to take the initiative?"

Cao Jing was stunned. Soon, he understood something.

"I see."

He picked up Duan Fuguang and walked out of the private room.

Fu Jinxing stood in the same place, looking at the empty wine glass, a burst of sour heart.

He has never been a drinker. Even in social activities, he just takes a few sips.

However, now, if not for a trace of drunkenness, Fu Jinxing even doubts that he can't sleep at all.

Countless late at night, he thought, if all this is just a dream, that's good.

When you wake up, hosgah is there.

Just thinking about it, the cell phone on the desk rings again.

Looking down, Fu Jinxing pressed the connect key and asked in a deep voice, "what's the matter?"

It's Ming Ruisi who is calling.

Since the incident of Nan'an wharf, both of them have been seriously injured, and they have lost the people they care about most. The relationship between Fu Jinxing and Ming Ruisi has temporarily entered a stage of stagnation.

They seem to have reached a tacit agreement, that is, to find someone first.

"Ah Hai saw a man on Google map, much like ah yuan! I'll send it to you! "

Mingruisi exclaimed excitedly.

"What?"

Fu Jinxing raised his eyebrows.