After Sheng Mian slapped her, she felt tired and couldn't muster any more strength.
There were five red finger prints on Fu Yancheng's cheek, but he didn't care. Instead, he squeezed the shower gel onto the bath ball and wiped every piece of her skin.
Finally, he poured hand sanitizer into his own hands, grabbed her hands, and rubbed them carefully.
Her body left many marks, deep and shallow, that were gathered together, like oil paintings on white paper, extremely beautiful.
Fu Yancheng's eyes lingered on her for a few minutes before he picked her up and took the clean bath towel next to her to wipe her.
When being carried back to bed, Sheng Mian woke up again and cursed.
"brute."
He didn't say anything, as long as people eat it.
Just being scolded doesn't mean you lose a piece of meat.
After covering her with the quilt, Qi Shen called and said that the share transfer document had been prepared.
Fu Yancheng looked at the person lying next to him and said softly, "Yeah."
"President, do you really want to hand it over to them? If Fu Hengshu gets the shares from other members of the Fu family, plus the old man's, then the president of the Fu family may..."
"This has always been my second uncle's plan, otherwise he would not have arranged Fu Han into the Fu family."
"If Fu Hengshu becomes the president of Fu..."
"Grandpa's shares will not be given to him."
After saying this, Fu Yancheng raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "It's okay to give it to him. I've long been tired of sitting in this position."
From the moment he took this position, countless people warned him that this should have been Fu Xingzhou's, but it fell into his hands only after Fu Xingzhou died.
He respects this brother, but he really can't have a heart-to-heart relationship with him.
Living in his shadow since childhood, he hid in the army.
If it weren't for taking on the role of the so-called heir, he should still be working hard in the army instead of sitting in the mall and stirring up trouble.
I don't want to argue with Fu Xingzhou about anything, it will only bore him.
He also has his own pride.
When he was about to fall asleep, Wen Sihe called again.
"I heard that you want to sell 10% of Fu's shares?"
Wen Sihe's voice was full of disbelief, but he knew very well that since Fu Yancheng had made this decision, he must have thought about the consequences.
"Um."
"For a good night's sleep?"
"Well, I said, I like her."
"Yancheng, do you like it or love it?"
This time Fu Yancheng was silent for a few seconds before asking, "Is there any difference?"
As a gold medal screenwriter, Wen Sihe was really unable to popularize this science for a person who didn't know much about love.
"How should I put it? For men in our circle, it is very common to like them, just like raising small animals. When they raise a very beautiful little animal, they want to take it out for everyone to see.
But love is different. Love is exclusive. As long as another man of the opposite sex lays on her for a second, the darkest things in your heart will be stimulated, which are heavy, dirty, and even fragile. So you see in our circle
Among people, few people mention the word love."
Wen Sihe just hoped that if it was love, he would restrain his temper and not use the tactics used in the army to deal with Sheng Mian, otherwise he would regret it sooner or later.
But if you only like him superficially, then let him be.
As for the 10% share, Fu Yancheng has money, so he can build it however he likes.
But if you want to win a woman's heart, relying on these is definitely not enough.
