Chapter 353 Don't Understand What Fu Yancheng Thinks
Sheng Mian didn't even know how she looked at this moment. Because someone questioned the design, her eyes were slightly red with anger.
As a designer, this is more serious than being insulted in person.
There was no smile on her face at this moment, and her glazed eyes blinked twice.
"I don't dare. I just heard Miss Xiao calling you and knew that you were going on a date tonight."
Fu Yancheng just looked at her, and then gently rolled his Adam's apple for a long time.
"You've been staying in hotels like this since your marriage. Doesn't your family have any objections?"
Sheng Mian was a little surprised by his sudden change of topic, but answered honestly.
"My family had an accident recently, and this place is closer to the hospital."
"Why do you live on my floor?"
He still didn't use the card to swipe the door, but looked at her like this.
Standing casually, he looks carefree, but if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are as sharp as knives.
It was as if he wanted to see through her heart.
"There was a problem with the room I booked before. To compensate me, the hotel upgraded me to a suite."
When Sheng Mian said this, there was a sincere smile on her face.
“As expected of a hotel owned by the Fu family, the service is really impressive.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a little cold around her.
Fu Yancheng's carelessness disappeared, and his eyes became extremely dark.
"Just because of this?"
Sheng Mian didn't know what kind of answer he wanted for a while. Isn't it good to praise Fu?
Her mind was spinning and she pursed her lips in embarrassment, "Mr. Fu, I don't understand what you mean."
Fu Yancheng chuckled, feeling a tightness in his chest.
For the first time, he felt a little angry, an emotion brought out by a woman.
He looked away and swiped his card to enter.
"Call me tonight if you need anything."
Sheng Mian followed and said in a sincere tone, "I want to hand over the design of Yujingyuan to others."
Fu Yancheng paused. He didn't turn on the light, and Sheng Mian didn't take the initiative to turn it on either.
Sheng Mian stood behind him and did not close the door, so the light outside the corridor passed through the two people's backs, leaving their overlapping shadows in front of them.
Fu Yancheng looked at the shadow, his fingertips hanging on one side stiffened slightly, and her voice still came from behind him.
"Ms. Xiao should know a better designer. These are all the materials I have prepared so far. I don't know if the next designer can use them, but I will give them to you, Mr. Fu first."
She walked past Fu Yancheng and placed the information on the coffee table.
Because of the light from outside the corridor, the room was not dark.
The space was filled with her breath, which blended softly with the breath on his body and slowly settled.
"Mr. Fu, I believe others can make better designs."
After putting down the information, she turned around, walked up to him, and smiled at him.
She didn't say anything bad about Xiao Chuqing. After all, Xiao Chuqing was the Bai Yueguang of the person in front of her. If she really said it, she probably wouldn't be able to escape unscathed.
Fu Yancheng stood at the door, his suit wrapped in a perfect figure. Because he had torn off his tie, his collarbone was exposed.
Sheng Mian was about to pass by him, thinking that he had already explained clearly and did not intend to say anything else.
But he stretched out a hand and landed on the doorframe on the other side.
This slender arm blocked her path.
Sheng Mian didn't know what she was thinking. It was probably her body's conditioned reflex. She subconsciously wanted to bend down, but her arm moved down a few centimeters and continued to block the way.
The tip of her nose almost touched the fabric of his suit, so she straightened up and looked up at him.
At that moment, he also lowered his fine eyelashes, and the light outside illuminated his angular face. He looked cold and noble, and his deep eyes were like a whirlpool, trying to suck her in.
The entangled breath makes people's faces feel hot unconsciously.
Sheng Mian's hand hanging to one side was covered with sweat.
There was no light in the room, and the ambiguous atmosphere spread, wrapping both of them, leaving her breathless.