Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and spoke frankly.
"don't want."
Zhuo Jian's face turned red and he immediately covered his mouth.
"Hold me, or I won't care if you fall."
"oh!"
Zhuo Jian hugged him honestly again, but after going out, she couldn't help but bury her face in his arms.
His special elevator was transparent and became more noticeable the further down he went, so she didn't dare to look up at all.
Until Mu Handong stood at the front desk holding the wedding invitation, joking with the front desk lady and glancing towards the elevator, and then he was stunned.
Fu Yanye came out of the elevator with Zhuo Jian in his arms. Mu Handong mechanically raised his hand and was about to speak, but suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to speak.
But seeing the two people walking away, he had no choice but to shout: "Mr. Fu."
Fu Yanye stopped and turned to look at Mu Handong.
Mu Handong quickly chased after him, nodded awkwardly but politely, and said flatteringly: "You two have a really good relationship."
Zhuo Jian turned her head when she heard the voice, and immediately jumped off Fu Yanye. She looked away awkwardly, but when she saw a staff member looking over, she could only look at Fu Yanye's arm.
Fu Yanye glanced at his shy little wife lovingly, then looked at Mu Handong coldly: "Is something wrong?"
"That's right, my invitation, Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu, please be sure to come when the time comes."
Mu Handong presented his invitation with both hands.
Zhuo Jian then turned around and looked, but his eyes had become cold and distant.
Fu Yanye glanced at the invitation indifferently, then looked at Mu Handong: "Am I familiar with you?"
"Well, at least one of you is as familiar as Hope in elementary school."
Mu Handong thought for a while, this was the biggest friendship between the two of them.
Zhuo Jian had mentioned this before, and Fu Yanye had some memories. Now when Mu Handong mentioned it again, he had no choice but to say, "I think you still want to donate a few more."
"As long as Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu can come to my wedding."
Mu Handong said.
After Fu Yanye heard this, he looked at Zhuo Jian. Zhuo Jian didn't even know what Mu Handong was after. Could it be that Fu Yanye went to his wedding to make people think that they have a good relationship?
Even if you attend a wedding in the business world, the shopping mall is like a battlefield. Who will give in when discussing business?
"Then we, husband and wife, go and sit back?"
Fu Yan asked Zhuo Jian at night.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while and nodded.
"There's no need for an invitation. You won't stop me when the time comes, right?"
Fu Yanye asked him.
Mu Handong: "..."
"By the way, if you donate a few more cars this time, you don't have to go through as much trouble as last time. You can just transfer the money directly to our Fu's Charity."
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he took Zhuo Jian's hand and said, "Let's go."
"good."
Zhuo Jian was just very happy. Looking back at Mu Handong's livid face, she knew that Mu Handong was losing money again this time.
I wonder if he regrets coming here.
All in all, I just feel very happy.
When Mu Handong saw the couple leaving, his brows furrowed more and more tightly. The tip of his tongue pressed against his back alveolar, and he couldn't help but muttered: "Fuck."
Didn't he know that the couple was targeting him, but his father had spoken and told him to invite the couple.
He could afford that little money, but he was really unhappy when he repeatedly stumbled in front of the couple.
But he didn't expect that there would be many more unpleasant things to come.