"You are following someone's studio..."

Fu Muzhong looked at Bo Ye driving the car and said with a smile, "If you need help, I can help you."

"What's the meaning?"

Bo Ye smiled and looked back at him from the rearview mirror. The man had a pair of evil peach blossom eyes. He was cold and sexy when he didn't smile. When he smiled, his peach blossoms were shimmering, but his temperament was cold and undesecrated. No wonder so many women in this city A were obsessed with him - after all, Bo Ye's skin was quite high-quality.

Fu Muzhong looked at Bo Ye's smile and curled his lips, "Don't you understand?"

"She probably won't accept it."

Bo Ye thought about it and saw Tang Shi entering the studio, he stopped the car on the side of the road, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed it to Fu Muzhong in the back row, and then said, "There needs a reason to be justified... let her accept it."

"This is simple." Fu Muzhong said meaningfully, "Isn't it enough to let me do it?"

Bo Ye glanced at him, "I'm not at ease with you."

Fu Mu was finally happy, "What's wrong with me? I'm not willing to do anything to you..."

"But what?" Bo Ye glared at him fiercely, "If you dare to do anything to Tang Shi, you can just wait to die."

"Oh hey."

Fu Mu finally seemed to hear some joke, "You are, you are unwilling to let go after divorce. What if they like me, I can't stop it."

Bo Ye gritted his teeth, "No one can touch her after divorce, you can't think of it!"

Fu Muzhong lit the cigarette with a smile, but didn't say anything. Then the two of them finished smoking their own cigarette butts in the trash can in the car, and both took a deep breath.

Fu Mu finally sorted out his collar and said, "Then I'll get off the car."

Bo Ye said to him, "You should pay attention to it yourself."

Fu Mu finally narrowed his eyes, "I have a chance."

When Fu Mu finally walked into Tang Shi's studio, Tang Yi and Tang Shi were both stunned.

At that time, Tang Shi was lying at the desk to catch up on the manuscript, wearing a pair of flat glasses, her hair was half hanging down, and she looked very beautiful and gentle with half of her face.

Fu Mu was wondering if such a person would really kill someone?

Did the incident five years ago...is it actually caused her to bear the charge for no reason?

Tang Yi recognized Fu Muzhong at a glance, stepped forward and said, "Young Master Fu San, come here today..."

"I'm here to find you."

Fu Mu finally said lightly, his aura was calm, and he smiled at Tang Shi, who was surprised, "Miss Tang, we meet again."

"Hello, Mr. Fu San." Tang Shi packed the drawings and poured him a cup of coffee. "The studio is simple, please sit there casually."

"No, the decoration is pretty good."

Fu Mu finally took a sip of coffee and immediately tasted it. He could only filter coffee with filter paper drop by drop in the afternoon. This is usually something that only leisurely can do.

He looked around the studio. The decoration was quite personal and the space structure was quite beautiful, which was creative. The table that Tang Shi had previously lies in a large half circle, and there were three computer screens half circle. There were a stack of manuscripts piled up not far away. It was their daily work.

Fu Mu finally sat on a round sofa, folded his legs and smiled at Tang Shi, "Miss Tang, did you lie last time?"

Tang Shi was stunned, but she still pretended not to understand, "Mr. Fu San, what are you here today?"

"We need your help, Dawn."

Fu Mu finally put down the cup in his hand, gently put it back on the coffee table, then put it away, and glanced at Tang Yi who had not yet figured it out, "Last time you denied that Dawn was your stage name, I understand your mood, but Miss Tang, our new product design this time... I hope you can participate. So I took the liberty to come to the door today, hoping that you can give us a chance to cooperate."

After saying something neither humble nor arrogant, Tang Shi pursed her lips. Tang Yi next to her finally came to her senses, "You are going to ask my sister to participate in the design?"

Fu Mu nodded at the end, "The company will launch a new wedding dress for early spring next year."

Tang Shi subconsciously shrank her fingers and heard Tang Yi say, "Thank you for your kindness, and I'm sorry for letting you go for nothing. My sister has stopped designing wedding dresses."

Fu Muzhong's expression changed, probably not expecting that this would be the result. He subconsciously asked, "Why?"

At that time, Tang Shi raised her head, her eyes were like black holes, swallowing all her emotions. Then she said, "I have no expectations for things like love, so I can't design a wedding dress."

The kind of wedding dress that makes people feel happy when wearing it, the kind of wedding dress that witnesses the blooming and fruiting of love has long been broken in her heart, and will never be mentioned.

A failed and tragic love destroyed her ability to feel happiness.

Fu Muzhong looked shocked, his lips opened, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it in the end.

After a long silence, he said lightly, "I understand... But Miss Tang, I hope you can still think about it carefully. Even if you have been injured, you should... let the wound shine in the sun. Your abilities are always your own and you cannot be destroyed by others. I believe you."

Tang Shi was shocked all over and looked up at Fu Muzhong in disbelief. The man looked indifferent. After saying that, he got up and nodded slightly at them, "Then I'll leave first. You have changed your mind and can call you at any time. Our company's design team is waiting for you to join very sincerely. Also, thank you for your coffee, it's delicious."

The man pushed the door out, and a postcard of his was pressed under the coffee cup. Tang Shi's heart was throbbing and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

*******

When Fu Mu finally got into Bo Ye's car, Bo Ye turned around and asked him, "How is it?"

Fu Mu finally shook his head, "I didn't agree."

"I guessed it too..." Bo Ye murmured on his own, turned his head back to start the car, and then Maybach slowly drove out of the studio.

When he was driving on the elevated road, Fu Mu finally asked a question, "Why don't you go to help her yourself and want to go around me?"

Bo Ye's fingers holding the steering wheel tightened, "I'll go? She probably won't accept my cooperation even if she dies."

"That's true." Fu Mu smiled without knowing his life and death, "She welcomes me more than you."

Bo Ye was so angry that he patted the horn hard, "Do you want to die?"

"Hey, you're destroying the bridge. I'll help your ex-wife to make money. You want me to die now." Fu Muzhong shook his head and then asked, "But by the way, since you care so much about her, why did you send her in five years ago?"

Yes, she is the woman she hates the most, why do she have to work so much to help her?

Bo Ye stared at Sisi in front of him, and after a long time, he said, "Because she killed An Mi and the child."

"But look, she was obviously pregnant at that time, and you didn't know." The implication was that you sent your pregnant wife to prison for a mistress.

Fu Mu finally sat in the back row, watching the scenery by the window swept by the way, and noticed that the car was speeding up. He said, "Did you hurt your feet when you step on it?"

Bo Ye grinded his teeth, "I must be too kind to you. I will tell you, old man, you are playing with a young model outside."

"Damn!" Fu Mu finally shouted, "Bo Ye, you are so shameless! Just treat your brothers like that!"

"Who the hell treats you as a brother, just roll out of the car now!"

*******

Bo Ye sent Fu Muzhong home and then came back by himself. At this time, someone called him, and he saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

While wondering who this number is, he connected it along the way, and a voice across from him said crisply, "Dad, it's me."

Ouch, his son!

As soon as he heard this voice, Bo Ye even softened his tone, "Weiwei, are you asking me for trouble?"

Tang Wei said over there, "Dad, are you going to find mommy today?"

Why is this brat so smart?

Bo Ye asked while walking back to the room, "Why do you say that?"

"Mommy told me that someone recognized her as Dawn and wanted to ask her to take on business."

Tang Wei sighed in a mature manner over there and said, "Dad, I know you sent someone, right?"

Bo Ye felt that he would definitely win the prize if he could give birth to such an extremely smart son.

Not hereditary self! Bo Ye agreed without thinking, "Yes, I want to help your mommy."

"Why do you want to help now?"

Tang Wei's voice seemed to be crossing his phone and sticking it in his ear, "Dad, if you are sorry for the past five years, Mommy and I will accept your kindness. But if it's just sympathy, we don't need it."

Bo Ye's heart was cold and he grabbed his cell phone and asked, "What did your mother teach you?"

Alas... Why does Dad always make such selfish judgments?

Tang Wei shook his head in a place where Bo Ye couldn't see it and said, "This is what I mean. My mom doesn't know that I called you. In fact, your phone number was also recorded by me last time I grabbed a postcard from the car."

This little bastard's IQ is almost up to him!

Bo Ye endured it and took a deep breath, "Weiwei, you are not the person involved in the incident five years ago and have not experienced it, so you won't understand my mood. But since I helped you with the current affairs, why not accept it? I just want to make your living conditions better."

"I don't want a good living condition."

Tang Wei lowered his eyelids, "Dad, I don't understand everything you did to my mom, and you won't understand our mood. If you really don't mind my mom, don't disturb us again. Thank you for your kindness."

After saying that, the child hung up the phone there. Bo Ye looked at the phone screen and stared blankly, but for a moment he couldn't come back to his senses.
Chapter completed!