Sheng Mian originally wanted to refute, but suddenly remembered her promise to Sang Qi.
She had already taken advantage of others, Wen Zhaodu had already joined the Hollywood crew, but here she was, chatting and laughing with Fu Yancheng.
Lowering her eyelashes, she gripped the sheets tightly with her hands, feeling for a moment that she was really nothing.
But she had to accept her fate, she couldn't defeat that little princess Sang.
"I told you that you don't know Mr. Fu."
"You haven't done it, right?"
"Um."
Fu Yancheng's tone was calm, and his eyes were also calm. He stared at her, with some emotions surging in his eyes.
I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I became calm again.
"If I do this with you a few more times, will you forget about him?"
"Won't."
One of Fu Yancheng's hands hung naturally. When he heard these two words, his fingertips curled up. Although the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his eyes were cold.
"Really? Compared with him, I am so down to you."
Sheng Mian didn't want to talk anymore, but she had to remember her promise to Sang Qi.
"Mr. Fu, if you want to compare with him, you can't even compare to his fingernails."
"Bang!"
The cabinet on the side was kicked down by Fu Yancheng.
He looked at her in disbelief and even hurt.
Sheng Mian didn't look into his eyes and just lowered her head.
Fu Yancheng did not scold or question.
He stood like this for a long time, and his calves were numb and painful.
After a long while, he sneered, turned and left, as if he would never come back in this life.
The last time someone said that about him was when his eldest brother Fu Xingzhou was still there.
His mother, Bai Qiu, and his grandmother, Yao Rong, said that he could not even compare to one of Fu Xingzhou's fingernails.
"Your brother does everything better than you."
"Yancheng, if you were born into another family, you would be the proud son of heaven, but there is nothing you can do about it, your brother is too outstanding."
"You got full marks because you briefly mastered the knowledge points on the test paper. Your brother got full marks because there was only this perfect mark on the test paper. If there were one thousand points or ten thousand points, he could get so many points, but you
You definitely won’t get it.”
When Fu Xingzhou died, everyone suspected that he was jealous of Fu Xingzhou.
Bai Qiu doubted him.
Yao Rong doubted him.
Others in the imperial capital say that he can even kill his own brother, so don't provoke him, he is a lunatic.
He has been carrying this blame for many years, and he still carries it to this day.
Fu Yancheng, the proud son of heaven, his biggest dream is to no longer want to be compared to someone.
He is just Fu Yancheng, not Fu Xingzhou's younger brother.
Sheng Mian's words awakened some bad memories, letting him know that he was being compared like this again.
He can't even compare to a strange man's fingernails. Is he really that bad?
Every cell in the body is about to boil, as if the water in the body is being boiled dry.
When he got back to the car, he took out a cigarette and tried to light it.
But I was too excited and couldn't turn on the lighter.
After a while, he broke the cigarette and threw it into the trash can nearby.
In the evening, he took a private plane to North America.
When he arrived there, he was greeted by more than a dozen black cars and the people around him had been cleared.
He got into the Bentley Mulsanne in the front, leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to meditate.
When he arrived at a magnificent building, a voluptuous woman came out to greet him in person.
She holds a beautiful Chinese fan in her hand, wears a cheongsam, and walks in a way that makes a man's heart twist.
"Yancheng, you haven't been here for a long time."
Fu Yancheng handed the suit to the bodyguard behind him and unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt.
He ignored the woman, but she naturally took his arm.
"What's wrong? You're so angry."
He took his hand out and walked into the building without looking back.