Su Leng, once the chips are on the table, regardless of success or failure, he will never look back. He will gamble on the slim chance and become a king.
Fu Siyang, keep your principal, decide whether to win or lose, and bet to the end. Even if you lose, as long as you want to make a comeback, it doesn't matter how big the obstacle is.
When Xing Yun understood this truth, these two people were already on the most extreme path, competing to see who had the harder heart.
Ever since the little bastard clung to Su Leng, Johnny was very disgusted. Su Leng ignored him and the little bastard didn't care. As long as he could stay with Su Leng, he bet that Su Leng would accept him again. There was no basis for this.
Guess, but he is willing to take a gamble, not for any reason, just for himself.
He owed Su Leng twenty years, and he wanted to treat him well all his life. Even if Su Leng thought he was transparent, he could still persist. He was stupid and a bastard before, and he rejected such a person who loved him. Now he has to wait.
With opportunities around him, he absolutely stood his ground. Fu Siyang became a frequent visitor to Leng Huang. Everyone in the secretary's office was familiar with him. With his unparalleled delicate face, there were a lot of people willing to help him.
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Fu Siyang was really nice to Su Leng, Xing Yun could see it. Johnny still didn't have a good face, but the little bastard was not someone who cared about other people's faces. He couldn't care about Johnny. As long as Su Leng didn't reject him, he
What's wrong with that? He never cares about the way others look at him, no matter why, just because the person he wants to please is just Su Leng.
As usual, Fu Siyang appeared outside the door of Leng Huang's president's office on time. When he passed by the secretary's office, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were stung by the fiery red invitations in the hands of the secretaries, and the secretaries' constant discussion rang in his ears.
sound.
"The president is getting married, is it true? I thought the news a few days ago was just hype." The blonde Alice was shocked, with a look of disbelief on her face.
"Yes, yes, Ansewei is so lucky that he actually fawns over the president, who has such a huge treasury." Another blond girl agreed with exaggerated surprise.
"But what should Mr. Fu do? Does the president really want to marry Ansewei? I think compared with Mr. Fu, I would rather Mr. Fu be with the president." Another secretary said regretfully, maybe
It was Fu Siyang's sincerity in the past few days that moved them. In France, men are blessed when they fall in love. What's more, Fu Siyang and Su Leng are both too perfect in their eyes, so perfect that they can't be with anyone except each other.
Being together seems to be blasphemy. No one knows why such an idea came about. Everyone has reached a consensus that Fu Siyang belongs to Su Leng, and Su Leng belongs to Fu Siyang.
Fu Siyang hurried in, took the invitation from a secretary, and opened it. His eyes were stinging and filled with blood. Several secretaries stammered: "Fu, Mr. Fu, how could you?
```Will you be here?”
"When did you get the invitation?" With a pair of red eyes full of murderous intent, Fu Siyang's gloomy look made the secretaries in the secretary room change their expressions. The invitation in his hand almost deformed in his own hand, and he was so strong that it
Crushed to pieces.
Alice hesitated and said, "After you left yesterday, Ansewei was asked by the president to discuss the marriage. It is said that it will be held at the YSL Hotel this Saturday. Today is Wednesday, Mr. Fu, you..."
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Before Alice could finish her words, Fu Siyang had already slammed the door of the secretary's room and rushed straight to the president's office. Unexpectedly, he met Su Leng's eyes as he walked out of the elevator. Su Leng glanced at him and said to Xing Yun
Fu Siyang was looking at something and was about to pass by him. The moment he passed by, Fu Siyang seemed to have poured out all the sadness he had endured for n years. He asked Su Leng, who had his back turned to him, as humbly as dust, "You want to get married?"
Is the news true?"
Su Leng did not turn around, nor look back, nor stopped.
"Su Leng." The little bastard roared behind him. Xing Yun called him Young Master, but Su Leng still didn't stop. Fu Siyao's voice was so sad that Xing Yun couldn't ignore it. Fu Siyao's eyes were red.
, there was crystal liquid swirling inside, "Su Leng, in order to get rid of me, are you willing to bet on your future like this?"
This time Su Leng answered him, with a very firm voice and an unusually firm line of demarcation, "That's right."
It turns out that he is nothing, thinking like this, Fu Siyang stood motionless on the corridor, his lonely back was so lonely that it made people feel distressed, distressed to the point of suffocation, even a grown man like Xing Yun felt distressed just looking at him, but Su Leng did not say anything.
, he had no ability to step forward to comfort him, Fu Siyang's delicate face was crying. Although there was no expression or tears, his heart was crying, as if the whole world had abandoned him, and he held back his breath to prevent himself from falling.
After closing the door of the CEO's office, Su Leng smiled mockingly to himself. Xing Yun walked around to him, looked at his bloodless face, and sighed sadly, "Why are you doing this?"
"As long as I cut off all his thoughts, I believe he can survive, because he is Fu Siyao."
"Master, why can't you just give him another chance? Look at him like that, he's almost crying. I've never seen Fu Siyao like this."
No, I can't help it, but I can still do this regardless of my conscience.
In the corridor, Fu Siyang stood there like a statue, motionless. Several secretaries did not dare to step forward. For a long time, the secretaries thought that Fu Siyang would rush into the president's office, but he did not. He was just stiff.
Turning around sadly, his blood-red and sad eyes made people feel heartbroken. He walked out of their sight step by step and disappeared above a hundred floors.
Staring at Fu Siyang's back, several secretaries couldn't help but have red eyes.
"Young Master Fu is so pitiful." Alice wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice filled with regret.
The other few nodded repeatedly, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable in their hearts, and turned around to do things silently. For the first time, several secretaries were silent. The quiet space added to the sadness. Fu Siyang's desolate and vicissitudes of departure back, just like this.
The tape-like replays fill their minds and they have no intention of doing anything.
Su Leng's wedding has become a nail-biting fact. Fu Siyang's statement that his soul wants to degenerate has become a fact. He hung out in various high-end clubs, got drunk, and took countless photos that went viral on the Internet. Sihuang Group
The president was drunk and dreaming, and the private life of the president of Sihuang Group was corrupt. The women around him changed one after another. He didn't care about the negative impact, nor how bad his image was, or how dissatisfied the people on the board of directors were.
He only lives in the news that Su Leng doesn't want him anymore. Su Leng will belong to someone else, someone else's husband. Su Leng is getting married. Su Leng hates him so much that he would rather gamble his whole life's happiness than have anything to do with him.
A little bit related.
In the feasting and feasting, intoxicated and dreamy, he degenerated.`