Sang Qi quickly stood in front of Sheng Mian, and his face darkened when he saw several lunch boxes scattered on the ground.
"Fu Yancheng, you haven't thought about what to do if these things burn and disfigure her face?"
Fu Yancheng put a cigarette into his mouth and said calmly: "Just right, it will save her the trouble of hooking up with others outside."
He was cursing Sang Qi in a roundabout way.
Damn it!
Sang Qi only felt that his fist was itchy.
Fu Yancheng didn't stay here longer, didn't even go to see Sheng Mian, and left directly.
Sang Qi was so angry that he wanted to chase after him, "Are you a fucking man? How can you bully a woman like this?!"
But Sheng Mian raised her hand and pulled his sleeve.
Sang Qi simply hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.
"Penny, let go, I will vent your anger now and kill him."
Sheng Mian squatted down and started to pick up the lunch box on the ground.
Seeing this scene, Sang Qi felt inexplicably sad.
"Sorry, I didn't expect him to show up in your company."
Sheng Mian threw the lunch box into the trash can nearby, acting very calmly.
Sang Qi really couldn't figure out what she was thinking. If it were any other woman, she would have cried a long time ago. How could she still be so calm?
"penny."
"Master Sang."
The two spoke almost at the same time.
Sheng Mian took out the paper towel on the tea table and wiped the soup on her chest. She had to change clothes.
"Penny, tell me."
"What he said was angry."
This him refers to Fu Yancheng.
Sheng Mian called Zhuang Wan and asked her to prepare some clothes, then looked at Sang Qi.
"He heard what I said, and he only said that when he was angry."
But in Sang Qi's view, this was Sheng Mian defending Fu Yancheng.
Even the words Fu Yancheng said can be forgiven. He probably really cares about Fu Yancheng. It is a bit cruel to let her leave, but the little sister...
"Penny, my little sister is too obsessed with him, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Remember to give me three Hollywood spots. I'm going to select the actors now. Since I've lost so many minutes, the role Master Sang gave me shouldn't be a perfunctory role, right?"
"No, as long as the people you choose are qualified, I will definitely let them take their first shot in Hollywood."
Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him, "Can we sign the contract within three days?"
"Can."
Even now, she is still busy working in an orderly manner.
Sang Qi couldn't say anything.
And the other side.
After Fu Yancheng entered the elevator, he glanced at himself reflected in the mirror.
Extremely embarrassed.
He threw the cigarette into the trash can next to him, and felt funny when he thought that she only hesitated for a minute.
He finally felt the pain of being looked down upon.
As soon as the elevator door opened, he returned to his car and held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to crush the steering wheel.
The boss of Qibo called him at this time and his attitude was very polite.
"Mr. Fu, Fu Hengshu has contacted me again. Look..."
"roll."
"Okay, I'll call you later."
Fu Yancheng just felt irritated, pulled off his tie and threw himself on the back of the chair.
Three Hollywood entries.
Oh shit.
When had Fu Yancheng been so humiliated?
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
After staying in the car for half an hour, the old man called and asked him to go back for dinner.
Fu Hengshu's recent actions have been too big and have alarmed the old man, so I want to ask Fu Yancheng what's going on here.
"Does Mianmian want to come with you?"
After hearing these words, Fu Yancheng felt that his chest was filled with anger and was about to explode.
"Not coming."
"Oh, then I'll let the kitchen do whatever it wants."
The old man even hung up quickly.
When Fu Yancheng arrived at the old house, he finally understood what it meant to do things casually.
While Sheng Mian was here, everything flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water were all brought to the table. She just wished that the legendary dragon could be brought to nourish her body.
Fu Yancheng was the only one tonight, and what was on the dinner table was a bowl of white water without even chopped green onion.