Indeed, as he said, when Sheng Mian was reading documents at the company the next day, he would often think of the scene when she asked him to explain, and he kept his head down and stirred the porridge without saying a word.
She has known for a long time that Fu Yancheng has the ability to soften people's hearts.
Taking a deep breath, she called Zhuang Wan in.
"Mr. Sheng?"
"Zhuang Wan, please help me find out which brand of burn ointment is good and ask someone to send it to Fu."
Zhuang Wan did as he was told without asking why.
When Fu Yancheng received the burn ointment from the front desk, he raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't use it and put it in the drawer aside.
A morning passed and he didn't send a text message to Sheng Mian.
Sheng Mian didn't take the initiative to ask, but he was not in a hurry.
In the evening, Meng Yu made an appointment with Sheng Mian and said that he agreed to her investment and needed to talk about the actor.
When Sheng Mian met Meng Yu in the Sky Corridor, Meng Yu was wearing an exquisite ladies suit.
Both of them look like strong women in the workplace, but they have different temperaments.
Meng Yu's face was cold, but deep down there was an indifferent laziness.
Shengshu is cold both inside and outside, but her heart is the softest.
She caught a glimpse of the bruises on Meng Yu's wrist and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Did your brother do it?"
When he heard someone talking about his younger brother Meng Kezhi, Meng Yu raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.
"I don't know if it's because he has entered the senior year of high school. He is under a lot of pressure. Recently, I always feel that he has something on his mind. He told me that we had a good talk with you and that he will improve his grades next time."
Meng Yu leaned back and swung the wine in his hand, "What did Miss Sheng talk about with him?"
"Emotional issues."
Meng Yu paused while drinking, and sighed, "I never thought that he went to school two years later than others, and has always been sensible. Maybe he is in his rebellious stage, and after falling in love, he has a stubborn temper, which is understandable."
Sheng Mian found that she was not even aware of the young man's thoughts.
"Does screenwriter Meng have a boyfriend?"
"I was in contact with one recently."
Meng Yu squinted his eyes, probably feeling tired, "I went abroad with him this time, but I came back first and left him there."
Sheng Mian didn't want to delve too much into other people's private affairs. The heartbeat of a young man was like a dandelion in full bloom. It would rise with the wind when it encountered the slightest breeze. It was difficult not to be noticed.
No matter how dull Meng Yu is, it probably won't take long for him to discover it.
The two discussed the choice of the heroine and decided on Yun Xiao. Meng Yu said he wanted to leave.
Sheng Mian got up to see him off, but when he turned the corridor, he bumped into a group of people from Fu Yancheng.
Her steps paused, and her eyes specifically fell on his palm.
His fingers were thin and boney, slender and clean, and a few swollen blisters ruined this beauty.
He was surrounded by Lin Jing, Xie Feng, and Qin Bohuai in the far distance.
The moment Lin Jing saw her, he wanted to say hello, but he didn't dare because of Fu Yancheng's presence.
Xie Feng wiped his lips. Sheng Mian always felt that his lips were a little prettier than usual.
But Xie Feng didn't look at her and took the lead to take a step forward and leave first.
Lin Jing didn't dare to wait. After all, he knew that Sheng Mian's first love was his eldest cousin. He didn't dare to fart and hurriedly followed Qin Bohuai.
Meng Yu's eyes turned twice on Fu Yancheng, then on Sheng Mian, and then smiled.
"Ms. Sheng, my car is right outside, so I don't want to disturb you."
Everyone knows about the relationship between the two of them and is deliberately creating opportunities.
Sheng Mian saw that there were no traces of plaster on his fingertips, "No plaster on your hands?"
Fu Yancheng raised his hand, glanced at it casually, and said, "Wipe it off."
She was in a daze and didn't know what to say. She heard him ask, "Are you okay?"
These words were accompanied by intermittent images in my mind of last night, of being in the pool twice, and finally pressing her against the wall of the dressing room.
His favorite position was to make her rely entirely on him, hold her legs around his waist, and let her hang in the air, which would give him a sense of control.
A flash of red suddenly appeared on his face, and when he looked up again, Fu Yancheng was no longer in front of him.
He deliberately stirred up the image in her mind, and when the atmosphere became ambiguous, he calmly disappeared, leaving Sheng Mian alone in the same place, still unable to react.