This was the first time that Sang Tingyu saw Sang Jiu lose control of his emotions.
"Small wine..."
The next second, Sang Jiu fainted. She just came out of the hospital today and now she has to go into the hospital again.
Sang Tingyu's face became ugly, but she still sent the person over quickly.
As for Sheng Mian, her bug was still under the chair. It wasn't until Linda and the others were sent away that the corners of her mouth curled up.
Her mood became very good. Now that she had dealt with the arrogant rich second generation, all she needed to do next was to let Ran Ling cooperate with her to solve Wen Zhao's matter.
Sheng Mian sat on the office chair and waited for a long time before she heard her cell phone ringing and a voice coming from there.
"Ms. Sheng, it has been confirmed that those people have been forcibly deported."
Sheng Mian took out her cell phone, opened Sangjiu's dialog box, and sent her a text message.
[Linda is gone, Ms. Sang won’t go to see her off? 】
This is a direct confession. What happened to Linda was what she did, and there is nothing to hide.
Sheng Mian didn't know that Sang Jiu was hospitalized again, and it was Sang Tingyu who was holding the phone now.
When Sang Tingyu saw this text message, his face darkened and he immediately called.
Sheng Mian was not afraid and pressed the answer button directly, speaking in a relaxed tone, "Ms. Sang, are you okay with your illness?"
She believed that she was not a good person. Since the Sang family wanted to deal with her and had already taken action, why should she be polite?
But what came from the other end was not the sound of mulberry wine, but that of mulberry trees.
"Sheng Mian, you pissed me off this time."
Sang Tingyu is also one of the leading talents abroad. In fact, he did not contribute much when cooperating with Fu Xingzhou this time. At most, he just said hello to the group of people the Sang family knew and asked them to give Fu Xingzhou a convenience. He did not think
What should I really do to Fu Yancheng?
But what Sheng Mian is doing now has stepped on his minefield.
Xiaojiu suffered two persecutions from Sheng Mian, and now faced hospitalization again. Her physical condition became worse each time, and Sang Tingyu finally couldn't bear it anymore.
He had to take action and make Sheng Mian pay the price.
Sheng Mian was stunned for a moment when she heard his voice. After she came to her senses, she chuckled and said, "Mr. Sang, I can't just allow you to deal with me and not allow me to fight back. What's the point of this?"
Sang Tingyu's eyes were like knives, looking in the direction of the void, and it took a long time before he uttered a sentence.
"Xiaojiu is different from you, Shengmian. I thought you had already recognized your identity."
"What's the difference, Mr. Sang?"
"Xiaojiu is the pearl in the sky, and you are the mud on the ground. Don't you know the difference between cloud and mud?"
These words were like a knife thrust into Sheng Mian's heart.
She winced all over in pain.
By the time he reacted, Sang Tingyu had already hung up the phone.
Sheng Mian looked at the darkened screen, smiled bitterly, and then received a call from Fu Yancheng.
She grabbed the coat next to her and when she arrived outside the building, she saw the familiar car waiting there.
Fu Yancheng held a cigarette between his fingertips. He was not wearing a suit today. He was wearing a white shirt and looked particularly young.
Seeing her coming, he put out his cigarette.
Raising his hand, he opened the door with a very calm tone.
"You have offended Sang Tinggu thoroughly."
Sheng Mian was a little surprised, but then he realized it. It seemed that everything that happened in the imperial capital could not escape his sight.
She sat inside, and when she saw that he didn't come in, she was a little confused, "What's wrong?"
"Remove the smell of smoke."
He stood outside without going in. The car door was open. He leaned his elbow on the car door and just lowered his head to chat with her.
"Mianmian, s.m. is very important to you, right?"
He bowed slightly and looked at her intently.
"Isn't Mr. Fu important to you?"
It contains so many years of hard work, and it is impossible to really give it to Fu Xingzhou.
Fu Yancheng didn't reply and looked at her quietly for half a minute, "You are more important."
Sheng Mian's face suddenly felt a little hot, and she looked around with a guilty conscience to make sure there were no employees of her own around, and then she slowly raised her fingers towards him.
Fu Yancheng walked to her side obediently, leaned down, and the two of them got very close.
"What's wrong?"
The tip of my nose is the faint fragrance of her body, and her voice rings in my ears.
"You are more important than s.m."
She did not say against her will that the company was not important, but that Fu Yancheng was more important than the company.
Fu Yancheng felt as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points. Her words were in his mind for a while, and then his father's words questioning him were in his mind.
He lowered his eyelashes and spoke softer, like a gust of wind.
