Sheng Mian tied the hair on her forehead behind her ears, her eyes bright and transparent. She pronounced clearly, and she smiled at the end, and she took the initiative to reach out.

"Mr. Fu, let me introduce it again. My name is penny. My profession is an interior designer. What you have designed is the work I have designed."

Fu Yancheng's steps froze, his body stopped, and he thought he had auditory hallucinations.

Seeing that he didn't hold it up, Sheng Mian naturally withdrew his hand.

"I wanted to talk to you a few times before, but Mr. Fu didn't seem interested. Seeing that you still have my design works, I wonder if I have changed my mind."

She said it smoothly and naturally, "If so, I think I should have a chance to compensate you."

This is the first time Fu Yancheng has lived in more than 20 years to face such a situation.

Interior designer?

He looked down at the thing in his hand. The end of the photo did have the designer's signature and a string of numbers.

penny.

Thinking of the conversation between the two since they met, their brows became more and more frowning, so it was a misunderstanding from the beginning?

The man's face was gloomy, he pinched the photo with his fingertips, turned around and sat back on the sofa next to him.

The door was knocked, and Qi Shen's voice came from outside, "President, the lady's clothing has arrived."

Sheng Mian quickly realized that this was probably prepared for himself.

Qi Shen wanted to knock on the door again, but saw that the door was opened from inside, and a woman covered in a bath towel stood inside the door.

A trace of shock flashed through Qi Shen's eyes. The meeting was interrupted just now. Many people came to inquire and ask who the woman was around the president? So as not to accidentally bump into someone in the future.

Qi Shen was also confused and only listened to everyone's gossip, and the woman called Mr. Fu's husband.

He was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly handed the bag over, glanced involuntarily inside, and saw Fu Yancheng sitting leisurely on the sofa, his suit was a little messy, and it looked like afterwards no matter how he looked.

Qi Shen quickly withdrew his gaze and heard Sheng Mian say, "Please trouble you."

Then the door closed.

Sheng Mian turned around and looked at Fu Yancheng, "Mr. Fu, please wait."

She entered the bathroom next to her.

One side of the glass in the hotel bathroom is frosted and light inside, so you can clearly see people.

Fu Yancheng leaned back his shoulders, and when he looked up, he saw that she seemed to take off the closest piece. His eyes trembled and he disguised his eyes.

Shengmian changed his clothes, threw the bath towel into the dirty laundry basket, and walked out.

Qi Shen prepared a new seasonal women's casual suit for G-home, which made her skin look particularly white.

She still held the card in her hand, "I don't know how much this set of clothes cost. The card should be enough, thank you Mr. Fu."

Fu Yancheng looked up and looked at her, trying to see the emotions hidden in her eyes, such as whether she was acting again.

But her every move was too open, and she even wanted to keep a distance from him, so she clearly didn't want to have too much involvement.

Somehow, this perception made him a little suffocated.

"Sit." His tone was faint, "So Lin Jing introduced you to me because of the house in Yujingyuan?"

A hint of surprise flashed through Sheng Mian's eyes, "Or what else could it be?"

Fu Yancheng's lips tightened, and he thought that night she said that he had been in this industry for three years, so does this industry refer to interior design?

The misunderstanding was resolved, and the blood on the bed sheet that day passed in my mind. Looking at her again, I felt a little inexplicable.

Sleeping in a completely business-related attitude.

"Mr. Fu, that house in Yujingyuan..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard him ask, "Is it your first time that night of the Fu family banquet?"

Sheng Mian's heart was beating, worried that he would say anything that would be responsible, so he quickly retorted, "No."

She smiled, "I forgot to tell Mr. Fu that I'm actually married."
Chapter completed!