Sheng Mian was too lazy to watch her act and quietly finished the food on his plate.
Fu Yancheng didn't look at the other side, but held his cheek with one hand and looked at her with a smile, as if watching her eat was very interesting.
Sheng Mian finished half of the meal and wanted to eat more, but was pressed down by one of his fingertips.
"Eat less cold food to avoid stomachache."
She had no choice but to let it go reluctantly.
Fu Yancheng calmly took the wet tissue next to her, grabbed her hand, lowered his head and wiped her fingertips one by one, as if her fingers were some kind of artwork.
He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't notice that the people present were looking at him.
Sheng Mian was also so engrossed in watching it that he didn't notice the strange atmosphere at the scene at all.
After a long time, Lin Jing finally said something.
"Cousin, Wen Sihe said that Xie Feng called you, but you didn't answer, so he asked you to get back to him."
When Wen Sihe said these words just now, Fu Yancheng was still wiping Sheng Mian's hands and didn't hear him, but his words made everyone look this way.
There were expressions of surprise, jealousy, and disbelief on everyone's faces.
Fu Yancheng only carried things for Sheng Mian, but now he wiped her fingers with such pampering just because she ate a king crab, and he did it so happily. Did she have no hands?
What kind of ecstasy soup did Sheng Mian pour into this man?
Sang Jiu gritted his teeth in anger, feeling that the blood all over his body was boiling and flowing backwards.
She kept saying that she liked Fu Yancheng, but now the more Fu Yancheng dotes on Sheng Mian in front of this group of people, the more he slaps her, the young lady of the Sang family, in the face!
"You're such an old man, you don't know how to wipe your hands?"
Her words broke everyone's imagination.
Fu Yancheng folded the paper towels in his hands, slowly threw them into the trash can next to him, and only replied.
"none of your business."
He was so unceremonious that Sang Jiu's face turned pale.
Sang Tinggu couldn't stand it anymore.
"Mr. Fu, my sister didn't say anything harsh. I heard that the Fu family has already opened up the film and television market, and it is very likely that the two companies will cooperate in the future."
This sentence raises the matter to a business level.
Fu Yancheng leaned back, and their eyes collided in the air.
"Mr. Sang, you want to protect your sister, and I want to protect my woman. There is a saying that the first flirt is cheap. Mianmian was very well-behaved tonight, but she didn't take the initiative to say a word to your sister. If your sister picks up
You can keep your mouth shut when you come down, I believe we can still get along harmoniously."
As soon as she finished speaking, Sheng Mian's cell phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number.
She stood up, patted Fu Yancheng on the shoulder and said something.
"I'm going to answer the phone. Don't talk anymore. I don't think Mr. Sang is a bad person."
This sentence instantly made Fu Yancheng very unhappy. He snorted coldly, crossed his arms and looked even colder in his eyes.
This was also the first time that Sang Tingyu had close contact with Fu Yancheng. In the past, he only knew a little bit about Fu Yancheng when he was investigating some things in North America.
But no one can find out the bigger details, and no one knows how the teenage Fu Yancheng took over the underground fighting arena, a no-nonsense zone.
He didn't really like having such verbal disputes with others, and besides, Sang Jiu really liked Fu Yancheng, so he didn't have the upper hand.
His eyebrows furrowed, and Wen Sihe at the scene quickly smoothed things over.
"There is a mahjong parlor inside. Do you want to play mahjong together? Yancheng, you can come too and join in."
So when it was time for everyone to eat, Wen Sihe took Fu Yancheng to the mahjong parlor next door.
The mahjong parlor is full of floor-to-ceiling windows, and there are many potted plants inside, so the air is particularly good.
There were several other people who came in. Fu Yancheng sat in one of the seats, but Sang Tingyu sat next to him.
Wen Sihe pulled another man over, and the four men started playing mahjong.
But Sangjiu had to come over to mix it up. She stood next to Sang Tingyu, asking him to play this card and then that card.
Sang Tingyu had a good temper. He raised a finger and tapped her forehead.
"You are the most talkative person in the whole room."
Sang Jiu sat down next to him, with Fu Yancheng on her left and Sang Tingyu on her right.
She said a few words to Sang Tingyu, then turned to look at Fu Yancheng, smiling eyes.
"Yancheng, what cards do you need?"
The strange man on the other side laughed and said, "Ms. Sang does seem to like Mr. Fu very much."
