"Oh no, Sheng Xin shouldn't be one step ahead of the boss, right?"
Yuan Man suddenly had a bad feeling and immediately hung up Chang Xia's phone and called Wang Rui.
Wang Rui immediately called Fu Yanye after hearing this.
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It was already night when Fu Yanye arrived at K City.
I checked into the hotel directly and made an appointment with Sheng Xin.
It's around nine o'clock in the evening.
The two met in a private room.
Sheng Xin specially wore a neat suit and tie to meet him.
But as soon as he opened the door, he saw Fu Yanye sitting in the back like an emperor. Although there was a smile in his eyes, Sheng Xin still felt a strong pressure.
Sheng Xin knew before coming that this meeting was indispensable and a battlefield without smoke.
Why did Fu Yanye come?
They all know it.
However, when he walked in, he still smiled politely: "Mr. Fu came to see me in such a hurry. Could it be that he came to deliver the divorce certificate?"
Fu Yanye was sitting opposite him in a dark shirt, looking at him with a deep smile in his black eyes.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Sheng Xin stood beside him without moving, just looking at him.
Fu Yanye took his time and poured tea for Sheng Xin.
Sheng Xin looked at the cup of tea and then sat down.
Sheng Xin was not sure how Fu Yanye was going to attack. Should he be polite before attacking? Naturally, he had to keep calm. He picked up the tea and put it to his mouth, but then took it away, "Could you have poisoned me?"
"If I want you to die, do I need to poison you?"
Fu Yanye's eyes were filled with calmness and contentment.
"That's right, Mr. Fu has never disdained these dirty methods and prefers legal sanctions."
Sheng Xin said, took a sip of tea, felt it was pretty good, and nodded appreciatively.
Fu Yanye looked at him with cold eyes.
Those words seemed to resurface his old wounds.
Outside the window are the bright stars, as if in this prosperous world, everything is fine.
But inside the window, it seemed as if a storm was about to strike suddenly.
After a brief confrontation, Fu Yanye spoke first and asked him: "Lin Ruxiang is not dead, do you know that?"
Sheng Xin nodded: "I heard that, doesn't it mean that there are no ashes in the urn? It means that she is still alive? How can a person live without even her heart?"
"A second heart transplant can be done. Sheng Xin, does Zhuo Jian know about your deal with Zhou Mei?"
Fu Yanye asked him while playing with the delicate teacup, her dark eyes never moving away from his face.
Sheng Xin was silent and smiled thoughtfully.
"You have a showdown with Zhuo Jian?"
Fu Yanye could tell from his expression.
Sheng Xin raised his eyebrows, but still didn't give him a verbal answer.
Fu Yanye thought of the big words Sheng Xin had said to Zhuo Jian in front of him, and stared at him for a moment. If he really had a showdown with Zhuo Jian, what is his relationship with Zhuo Jian now?
Zhuo Jian hated deception so much, and it was such a serious matter.
Sheng Xin took a sip of tea. In fact, he could no longer taste the fragrance of the tea in his mouth. Instead, he felt bitter, very bitter.
But he couldn't lose to Fu Yanye.
So he raised his eyes and looked at Fu Yanye, then lowered his eyes again. After drinking tea, he said: "What cards are you showing? She has even forgotten who you are talking about."
Fu Yanye looked at him patiently until he said this.
Fu Yanye had always been afraid that Zhuo Jian had really lost his memory, so when Sheng Xin really said such words, he became a little calmer.
Zhuo Jian's matter is his taboo.
No one even dared to mention Zhuo Jian in front of him before.
But now, he didn't mind.
He looked at Sheng Xin, "You seem very proud now, but has she really forgotten?"
"Mr. Fu should know that she just forgot. Otherwise, how could she have left her beloved husband to have children with Sheng Xin and me?"