It was raining at night, Sheng Mian held an umbrella and asked her.
"Is it resolved?"
Zhuang Wan was soaked all over, sneezed, and nodded slowly, "Solved."
But she didn't tell Sheng Mian about the three million.
"Well, come to my place tonight and just spend the night. If you don't have a place to stay, you can go and pick a room in one of the several residential buildings where the company's artists live."
This is why Sheng Mian chose to provide housing for artists, because in the imperial capital, the rent is almost half of the salary.
Zhuang Wan really had nowhere to go now, so he nodded.
"Mr. Sheng, thank you very much."
Sheng Mian didn't say anything. Zhuang Wan was her assistant and a very capable woman. Such a woman could never stand up because of a man.
The two returned to Shanxiao.
As soon as she got out of the car, Sheng Mian heard a dog barking, and then a huge black shadow ran over, grabbing her legs and wagging its tail.
Zhuang Wan likes dogs very much, but because Fang Dong doesn't like them, she has never kept a dog in order to accommodate him.
Seeing Guan Nian at this moment, her eyes instantly lit up.
"Mr. Sheng, do you have a dog?"
"Well, its name is Sticky, and it's very naughty."
Zhuang Wan knelt down and couldn't help but hold his sticky face.
Sticky's body has always been healthy, his fur is smooth, and his eyes are bright.
Zhuang Wan watched for a while, and tears suddenly flowed down, but she bit her lip to prevent her voice from breaking.
Sheng Mian knew that she needed a place to vent. After seven years of relationship, how could she get better instantly after seeing a man clearly in one night?
"I'll tell Aunt Liu and ask her to prepare a room for you to sleep in. I also have to work overtime at night. You play with Nian Nian here for a while, then go straight in, take a bath and have a good rest. Don't think about anything." Zhuang
Wan, I promise you that S.M. will become a great company in the future, and you will always be by my side. When the time is right, I will give you shares."
Zhuang Wan lowered her eyelashes and shed more tears.
"Well, I know, thank you, Mr. Sheng, I will work hard."
Sheng Mian patted her on the head, hugged her, and went in.
As soon as she left, Zhuang Wan let go of Nian Nian, and her tears became even more intense.
Sticky has a human nature, he lies quietly at her feet and doesn't speak, occasionally wagging his tail.
At this time, Zhuang Wan sadly discovered that dogs are more reliable than men.
After Sheng Mian returned to her room, she turned on her computer and read the information for a while.
It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and she received another strange text message on her mobile phone.
【Get me off the blacklist!】
When she saw this news, she suddenly remembered that she was so busy signing the contract with Chen Jingxi that she had even forgotten about Fu Yancheng.
She quickly released the person from the blacklist.
After a while, Fu Yancheng sent a message.
【What are you doing?】
After sending this message, Fu Yancheng was still rummaging through the emoji package, and finally found a rose and sent it.
In fact, he rarely chats with people on his mobile phone, and usually the chat does not exceed three back-and-forths.
Not to mention any emoticons.
When Sheng Mian saw the rose, she frowned and asked a question.
【?】
So Fu Yancheng sent two question marks over.
【??】
Is Fu Yancheng sick?
Sheng Mian put her phone aside and continued to check the information of recently signed artists.
When it was time to go to bed, Fu Yancheng sent another message.
【Shengmian, are you asleep?】
She turned off the screen of her phone, pretended not to see it, and began to think about Song Tang.
Fu Yancheng is still waiting for a reply.
But ten minutes passed, and the news seemed to have disappeared.
It's better to stay on the blacklist, at least knowing that she didn't reply to the message because she didn't see it.
