The news that Sang Jiu was injured for Fu Yancheng this time has spread in the circle. Compared with Sheng Mian's sudden betrayal, Sang Jiu stood up for love at the critical moment. If Fu Yancheng can't even look down on this, then he really doesn't know.
What kind of woman do you want to marry?
There is no way it could be the missing Sheng Mian.
Everyone in the circle is waiting and watching, and many family members have already started calling Fu Yancheng.
Now the entire Fu family belongs to Fu Yancheng. If we can marry him, it will be a good thing for both families.
Fu Yancheng received no less than ten phone calls, and they all said that they wanted to send someone to do an internship and take care of him, but they almost said that they wanted to give the woman to him.
He didn't respond at all.
Until now, Sang Jiu looked at him pitifully and asked that sentence.
"Husband Yancheng, what's the difference between me and Sheng Mian?"
Fu Yancheng's eyelashes trembled fiercely. He remembered what he had asked Sheng Mian in his dream -he compared with his brother, where is the difference.
Now Sang Jiu asked the question about him, and he actually saw the feeling of sympathy with the disease in her.
在感情里,不被爱的那个永远都是卑微的.
Sangjiu cried, and the pear blossoms were wet with rain.
He stood up calmly and said something when he saw Sang Jiu's tears.
"Let me think about it."
桑酒的眼里划过一丝狂喜,还有些不敢相信.
“燕城老公,你说真的么?你愿意考虑跟我在一起的事情?!”
Fu Yancheng left without saying anything else.
桑庭桉追了出去,两人都穿着西装,看着一个比一个矜贵.
"Mr. Fu, I don't want you to tell lies to deceive Xiaojiu. She is very simple and has never been in love. Now she is devoted to you. If you give her hope and let her down, I will not let you go.
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"Brother!"
桑酒的声音从门内传来,她打开门,脸上都是不赞同.
"Don't talk to Yancheng's husband like this, I believe him, he won't let me down, and even if it makes me disappointed, I have enough love to wait."
桑酒一直把自己放在卑微的爱恋者的位置,而且从进入帝都的第一天,就毫不掩饰对傅燕城的追求.
No one will doubt her sincerity.
Sang Tingyu felt helpless when he saw her speaking for Fu Yancheng like this.
"I'm afraid you will be deceived. You are very stupid."
Sang Jiu supported the wall and slowly walked to Fu Yancheng.
"I believe he won't lie to me."
When she said, "I believe it," her eyes sparkled.
Fu Yancheng just looked in the direction of the elevator, nodded to a few people, and left slowly.
Sang Tinggu didn't catch up, but raised his hand and touched Sang Jiu's head.
"Don't worry, if he is irresponsible in this matter, I will negotiate with him. You must not wrong yourself, Xiaojiu, you are the daughter of the Sang family."
Sang Jiu's face was filled with sweetness and she held his arm.
"I understand, brother, you don't have to worry about me. You can go and do your own thing. Wind will be here to watch over me."
Sang Tingyu nodded, gave some instructions, and left.
As soon as he left, the smile on Sang Jiu's face slowly disappeared, and he looked coldly at the elevator door.
Now Fu Yancheng still hasn't made up her mind, she must add more firepower.