Fu Yancheng paused with his hands and looked out the window involuntarily. Standing on the side of the road was indeed Sheng Mian.
Sheng Mian's eyebrows were furrowed, as if she was talking to someone on the phone. It was obvious that she was in trouble.
There were a lot of people surrounding the bar behind her, and there were even police officers walking in the middle, stopping people taking photos from time to time.
The bar has been surrounded by a police cordon.
Fu Yancheng asked Qi Shen, "What's wrong with this bar?"
Qi Shen didn't expect him to ask this, so he quickly called and went out to investigate.
A minute later, he hung up the phone before replying to Fu Yancheng.
"President, a murder occurred here. Someone was poisoned by alcohol and died on the spot."
But what does this have to do with Penny? Why is she here in the middle of the night?
Wen Sihe sat next to Fu Yancheng throughout the whole process and saw that he had stopped what he was doing and looked out the window as soon as he heard the word penny.
Sheng Mian was still on the phone with the hospital at the moment, so she didn't realize that Fu Yancheng's car was in front of her.
Fu Yancheng looked at her through the car window, but what he thought of was Liu Ge whom he bumped into at the door of the bar.
He looked away with a calm expression.
"Let's drive, the meeting is about to begin."
Just a second ago, Wen Sihe thought this man was different from Penny, after all, he had handed her over for the first time and kissed in front of so many people.
Compared to his innocence with Xiao Chuqing, he and Penny are definitely not innocent.
But now that he knows that Sheng Mian may have gotten into trouble, his attitude is still so cold, and it doesn't seem to be any different?
Wen Sihe looked away and couldn't help laughing.
"Yancheng, actually I have always been curious. Did you have any afterthoughts after sleeping with Penny for one night?"
Fu Yancheng was still browsing the information, but when he heard these words, his fingertips became stiff.
As the car passed by Wen Sihe's villa area, Fu Yancheng said in a calm tone, "Get out of here."
Wen Sihe shrugged his shoulders, and when he got out of the car, he still couldn't hold back his bitch.
"You are no longer a virgin, why are you still not used to this kind of topic? It is said that men are out of control after they start having sex. What's more, you, who devotes your whole body and mind to your work, now you have a taste of women.
, can you continue to go back to knocking wooden fish and become a monk?"
Wen Sihe responded with the sound of the car door closing.
Qi Shen, who was in the front row, pretended not to hear Wen Sihe's words, because Wen Sihe was a screenwriter and could talk about things between men and women without hesitation, and he was more explicit than ordinary people.
Or to be more precise, for Fu Yancheng, these questions are very explicit.
After all, other men in the circle talk about women the same way as Wen Sihe.
If this woman does not have a prominent family background, her end will be even more pitiful.
Men are often crueler than anyone else to a woman who still loves him but whom he no longer loves.
Not only is he devoid of mercy and intolerance, he can even be insanely humiliating.
In this circle, because they are used to being the trendsetters of this era, many people who are above the circle have even lost their humanity.
What's more, women's status in the business battlefield is far inferior to that of men. Although it is cruel to say it, it is indeed true.
Fu Yancheng spent three years abroad and witnessed the bullying of women in the workplace when he was on Wall Street.
Age, marriage and childbearing, and even a lack of acceptance of hidden rules can all be used as reasons for rejecting women from joining the workforce.
Fu Yancheng was keen on work and had never been involved in selecting female companions, so no one asked such questions in front of him so shamelessly.
The car was now silent, with the computer still on his lap.
Because he paused browsing, the computer screen has stopped at this moment.
In this quiet atmosphere, he could feel something strange about himself.
Because of Wen Sihe's question, his thoughts were drawn back to that night.
Or maybe it wasn't that night, but the last time she wore a home suspender belt, revealing a large area of fair skin.
And the tempting fruits hidden under the cloth are destroying people's sanity.