Fu Yancheng looked around, then took the disposable paper cup prepared nearby and filled it with water.
Xu Lue looked at this man and, what should I say, felt that he was not a good match for this cheap wholesale paper cup.
His hand seemed to be used to hold a goblet and serve red wine.
This space seems to be automatically divided into two areas.
From the moment he came in, no one paid attention to other people or things.
The two people standing in the corner thought so too, feeling ashamed of themselves.
Fu Yancheng's movements were unhurried and calm, but he had never used this kind of paper cup before, and there was a strange smell when he held it to his mouth.
His eyebrows twisted slightly, but he didn't drink. He nodded politely to the two people who were stunned in front of him, said hello, and returned to the conference room with water.
The male employee next to Xu Lue touched his shoulder, a little surprised.
"Who is this? He has such a strong aura. Our president doesn't seem to look like this."
Xu Lue sneered, "The president bows his head in front of him. I don't know. I've never seen him. Just pay attention to the financial newspapers."
The two complained about the leader a few more times and then returned to their workstations.
When Fu Yancheng returned to his seat with water in a paper cup, everyone else at the scene fell silent.
The CEO of Baoke even stood up quickly with a look of panic on his face.
"Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, I didn't entertain you well, I didn't entertain you well."
He winked at his assistant, who quickly went to get a glass that had been specially sterilized several times and brought Fu Yancheng water.
But Fu Yancheng didn't take a sip, and just listened to them continue to discuss things about this project.
After it was over, everyone shook hands with each other.
Fu Yancheng walked at the front, followed by Qi Shen, and a group of people walked out of the building accompanied by Baoke's senior executives.
After getting in the car, Fu Yancheng still didn't speak.
The person driving in front was Qi Shen. Qi Shen glanced at his president through the rearview mirror. For some reason, he felt that the president's aura was not right today.
I can’t say what’s wrong with it, but it’s just weird.
But Fu Yancheng just looked at the document on his knees as before, with no expression on his face, and seemed to be grading it very seriously.
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After Sheng Mian returned to the rose garden, she just rested at home for a while when she received a call from the partner who had previously canceled the order, and the order was continued.
She breathed a sigh of relief and raised her hand to rub her eyebrows.
Then she thought of the injury on Fu Yancheng's back, and for some reason, she felt that she should say hello to Mr. Fu.
Although she understood Mr. Fu's desire to hold his great-grandson, it was really hurtful to use family methods like this before the truth of the matter was investigated.
What's more, she knew very well that the reason why Fu Yancheng was willing to tolerate this marriage was simply because he cared about the old man's health.
Before seven o'clock in the evening, Sheng Mian was about to call the old man, but received a call from Aunt Liu, saying that the old man had sent a bunch of gifts to Shanxiao.
Sheng Mian thought of Fu Yancheng's injuries and instantly understood that this was the old man trying to compensate her in some way.
Some couldn't laugh or cry.
After hanging up Aunt Liu's call, she now had no intention of calling Mr. Fu.
After all, this matter has been settled with the old man. The old man is so sharp. As long as she looks into this topic, he will guess that she knows about it. I'm afraid it will be more complicated by then.
It would be fine if you had made up your mind to reveal your identity, but now that you have decided to hide it, you have to think about whether the old man will call the couple over for a small meeting after answering the phone call, and then you will no longer be able to hide it.
Tuck it in, and the consequences will be more serious.
Sheng Mian turned on the computer and checked on the Internet to find out which ointment was most effective in removing scars.
Thinking of those criss-crossing traces, I feel a little guilty after all.
She placed an order for an ointment and had it delivered by local courier to the hotel where Fu Yancheng was staying.
Fu Yancheng heard a knock on the room door and thought it was Qi Shen. When he opened it, he found the lobby manager standing outside.
"Mr. Fu, a courier just delivered this."
There is a receipt on the express packaging bag. Fu Yancheng took the bag and closed the door.
Just as I was about to look at the name on the express delivery slip, there was another knock on the door.
He thought it was the lobby manager who had something to say, so he opened it and saw a weak-looking woman standing outside, looking at him pitifully.
"Mr. Fu."
Sheng Weiyuan's cheeks were red and she was wearing a thin dress.
