Fu Yancheng's tone was extremely cold, and he leaned back slowly, "Don't introduce yourself to these women on your own from now on."
Brothers are both customers, so he doesn't feel uncomfortable with it?
There is indeed someone in the circle who has such a hobby, but he has been consciously abstinent for many years and has never shown any interest in such things.
I don’t know what kind of nonsense Lin Jing has learned outside these years. It seems that he needs to get some peace of mind as soon as possible.
"Cousin, you really don't want to come over and meet her? I searched for her for a long time before I thought she is suitable for you."
If Fu Yancheng is really not interested, he still has a few vacant houses. "If you don't want it, then I'll let her stay with me. I quite like it."
Inexplicably, Fu Yancheng sat up straight.
"I will arrange for you to come to Fu's for an internship, so that you don't have to hang out with these shady people all day long. Your mother has already said hello to me. You can come to work tomorrow morning."
Lin Jing paused, but before he could refute, the other party hung up the phone.
He looked at Sheng Mian distressedly, and Sheng Mian could probably guess that he had been rejected.
She said with relief, "Boss Lin, don't worry. Maybe Mr. Fu has a more satisfactory plan. After all, that villa is designed for his favorite person, so he should be more cautious."
Lin Jing sighed, "It's impossible, he's obviously still looking for it."
Sheng Mian's face was calm, "Doing business also depends on fate. Maybe I don't have a fate with Mr. Fu."
"Let's do this. I'll ask him in person later. If he really doesn't need it, you can design those houses for me. I really like your style."
Sheng Mian smiled and slowly stretched out his hand, "Okay, thank you, Boss Lin, for your appreciation."
Lin Jing answered the phone again, then smiled apologetically at the two of them, "Sorry, I have to go back tonight. Please leave me a phone number. I will call you another day."
Sheng Mian gave her number out without hesitation, Lin Jing kept it in mind, got up and left the box.
In a blink of an eye, only Sheng Mian and Liang Hanqing were left. Liang Hanqing was already in his second show tonight. He drank a little too much and didn't put on any airs when there were no outsiders.
"I'll call a driver for you."
Sheng Mian knew that he was holding on until now just to negotiate this deal for her, and she had no reason not to appreciate it. Besides, she felt very comfortable in Liang Hanqing's studio.
"Then I'll trouble Xiaomian."
After Liang Hanqing felt relieved, he became drunk instantly.
It's not that Sheng Mian didn't want to send Liang Hanqing back, but Liang Hanqing got married a year ago, and the man in the family was very jealous, so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, it was more reliable to drive for him.
She helped him out of the box and walked along the corridor to the elevator on the other side.
That leads to the exit, which is closer.
Liang Hanqing was drunk and even mumbled a few words.
"I told you it's not what you think. I'm tired of you being like this."
"Can you give me some privacy?"
She must have been quarreling with the guy at home all the time in her dreams. Sheng Mian politely supported him with her hand. This action was a bit difficult because she had to keep a distance.
Liang Hanqing staggered and almost fell out when the elevator door opened.
Sheng Mian quickly grabbed the person and stretched out a slender, white hand with clear joints to block the elevator that was about to close for them.
Looking along this hand, what came face to face was Fu Yancheng's face.
The word "thank you" suddenly stuck in her mouth.
How come we can meet people everywhere who we haven't seen each other for three years since yesterday? Is this fate or not?
Fu Yancheng's eyes turned to her and Liang Hanqing, then looked back, "Which floor is it?"
The man's shirt collar had two silver buttons loosened. He was not as indifferent as before, but his face was calm.
Sheng Mian keenly caught the trace of sarcasm and disgust flashing in his eyes.
The atmosphere was a little strange. She helped Liang Hanqing go in, her tone was polite and distant, "First floor, thank you."
It happened that Liang Hanqing said some nonsense again at this time.
"Opening or closing your mouth is all about money. Do you have feelings for me?"
Sheng Mian heard from colleagues in the studio that Liang Hanqing's family spent a lot of money. Liang Hanqing himself was very motivated and built a decent studio, but he didn't keep any of the money he earned.
Give it to the one at home.
Sheng Mian felt the air-conditioning coming from next to her. She shuddered and heard Fu Yancheng whisper softly:
"client?"
Sheng Mian felt embarrassed, but at this time he could not admit that Liang Hanqing was the boss.
Fu Yancheng was already dissatisfied with her, and knowing that the studio boss was so drunk in a place like this, he was afraid that they would be immediately blacklisted and never hired, so he had no choice but to nod.
