As the New Year approaches, both Shen Chu and Fu Yan are very busy.

MK is a multinational company. It has a Chinese New Year holiday in China, but there is no holiday at the headquarters.

Therefore, for the annual vacation, many projects in this branch must be coordinated to meet the schedule.

When Fu Yan took office as a new official, he naturally had to take the lead in working overtime, so as not to leave a source of gossip and attract criticism.

But Fu Yan didn't come to pick her up, so Shen Chu had to take Fu Wenpei's car back.

After replying to the message, Shen Chu looked at Fu Wenpei who was standing aside: "Does Secretary Fu have anything to do tonight?"

Fu Wenpei was stunned for a moment: "I have nothing to do tonight. Miss Shen, do you have any instructions?"

Shen Chu smiled: "It's nothing, I just want to trouble you to send me back."

Fu Wenpei immediately understood: "Mr. Fu must be very busy during the new year."

"Um."

She responded, and the two of them left the airport and walked directly to the parking lot.

Fortunately, Fu Wenpei drove over when they arrived, otherwise they would have spent two hours waiting outside the airport in the cold wind tonight.

Fu Yan put away his phone after seeing the message from Shen Chu. He raised his head and glanced at the hotel in front of him. The smile in his peach blossom eyes was very shallow, and the coldness in his black eyes was like the cold wind in the dark night.

He had already set off to pick up Shen Chu's flight, but he received a call from Cheng Ze'an halfway.

Cheng Ze'an asked him to come to this hotel as soon as he opened his mouth. If he didn't come, he would leak the project plan for Fu's new project next year to Xie Qingran.

Fu Yan had already guessed what Cheng Zhe'an was thinking in his pig head.

He suddenly called him and asked him to come over. There must be a big trap waiting for him.

If it weren't for Fu Jinye's sake, Fu Yan wouldn't even talk to Cheng Ze'an tonight.

But Fu does have a big project next year. Fu Jinye just mentioned it to him a few days ago and hopes that he will go back and take over the project.

But Fu Yan refused.

Fu Jinye said that Cheng Ze'an has been settling down a lot lately, but Fu Yan disagreed. He felt that Cheng Ze'an couldn't settle down.

No, he is going to do some tricks tonight.

Fu Yan parked the car, took his cell phone and got out of the car.

The room was on the eleventh floor, and the elevator slowly rose. Fu Yan looked at the beating numbers and guessed what tricks Cheng Ze'an was going to play this time.

No matter what tricks Cheng Ze'an played, he had to teach him a lesson today.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened.

Fu Yan looked up at the sign, then turned directly to the left.

He turned around and soon arrived at the door of room 1117.

Fu Yan raised his hand and knocked on the door. When the door opened, there was no one inside.

Pretend to be a ghost.

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows, raised his legs and walked in.

As soon as I entered, the door was closed.

There was only a night light on in the room, and the light was not very bright.

There was the sound of washing in the bathroom. Fu Yan frowned and took out his cell phone to call Cheng Ze'an.

Before the call was connected, the bathroom door was opened and Song Zhixia came out wrapped in a bath towel.

Seeing Fu Yan, she didn't seem surprised at all: "Here you come, Mr. Fu."

Fu Yan curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Where is Cheng Ze'an?"

"Mr. Fu? He's gone."

Song Zhixia shrugged her shoulders, walked aside, poured two glasses of sobered red wine, and walked up to Fu Yan: "Mr. Fu, would you like a drink?"

Fu Yan took a step back and glanced at her with a half-smile: "What do you mean, Miss Song?"

"It's not interesting. I just want to play a game with you, Mr. Fu."
Chapter completed!