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Chapter 99 Intercepting the Sheng Family’s Project

"My husband is just an ordinary programmer."

He lied casually and continued seriously, "Marriage requires both parties to maintain it. We can't let him work so hard alone."

She pushed the coffee to Fu Yancheng and said with a decent smile: "Although I don't make much, I am very considerate of my family."

What Sheng Mian was talking about was the image of a qualified partner in her imagination.

Obviously, Fu Yancheng is far from this image in every aspect.

"What about Mr. Fu? The lady just said that you are married. I wonder what kind of person your wife is?"

Sheng Mian just randomly picked a topic to ask in order to shorten the distance between him and his customers.

After all, this person didn't even know her name or appearance, so what kind of answer could he expect?

As expected, Fu Yancheng frowned slightly and answered honestly, "I don't know."

However, the divorce was delayed and refused. Even when the divorce agreement was sent to the Sheng family, the woman had no reaction.

What is she waiting for?

He just wants to continue to bite Mr. Fu like a moth.

Sheng Mian was surprised by his magnanimity. Just as the waiter came to serve the food, she also changed the topic.

"Chef Bell is an art lover, and the best thing about it is integrating famous paintings into food."

Three exquisite dishes were served. The colors seemed chaotic, but they complemented each other.

"Mr. Fu, please."

Sheng Mian felt that the ghosting in front of her eyes was getting worse and worse, and she just wanted to quickly complete the task from the brief conversation and go to the hospital as soon as possible.

But Fu Yancheng held the coffee cup and asked casually, "How do you know I have stomach problems?"

She was startled for a moment, "I guess, I heard Mr. Fu is a workaholic. I think he often doesn't eat on time."

In fact, when I was on the phone with Mr. Fu, he complained that Fu Yancheng was too obsessed with work and often had stomach problems.

He could only hope that Sheng Mian would give him more reminders and take care of her.

Sheng Mian couldn't resist the old man's kindness, so she had to agree every time.

However, in the three years since their marriage, the two have not even seen each other once.

The subsequent dishes came one after another, and Sheng Mian briefly introduced each dish while observing Fu Yancheng's reaction.

But Fu Yancheng was the person she had ever seen who could control his micro-expressions best. After seven attempts, he didn't even tremble his eyelashes.

Sheng Mian simply couldn't tell which one he preferred.

Even when picking up vegetables, I only tasted them a few times and then put down my knife and fork.

No one likes it?

She even doubted whether Lin Jing's information was correct. If Fu Yancheng had studied art-related things before, he shouldn't have such a superficial reaction.

"Miss Penny?"

"penny?"

When Sheng Mian came back to her senses, she realized that Fu Yancheng was already standing in front of her, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Her mind went blank, as if the memory of that period had been lost, and she hurriedly said, "I'll go check out."

Fu Yancheng glanced at her. If her expression hadn't been so sincere at this moment, he would have thought that she was just thinking about how to avoid the bill on purpose.

The waiter put the bill in front of her, but she didn't respond, so she had no choice but to put the POS machine to Fu Yancheng's place.

Fu Yancheng found it funny, swiped his card and saw that Sheng Mian was still in a daze.

"It's over."

Sheng Mian stood awkwardly. She got up too quickly and was already dizzy. She leaned towards him unexpectedly.

Fu Yancheng wanted to avoid it, but he noticed that it was not far from the escalator. After a moment's hesitation, he fell into his arms.

Only then did she realize that her whole body was feeling hot.

The cold fragrance of the man's body entered his nose, and his confused brain resumed functioning. Regardless of the discomfort, he forced himself to step aside, "Sorry, maybe I caught a cold last night."

catch cold?

Fu Yancheng saw her pale face and wondered if this person had been soaked in cold water all night, right?

"Since you are married, why didn't you notify your husband to pick you up last night?"

That kind of medicine is much more comfortable if someone helps you than if you take it yourself.


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