"Mianmian, don't worry, I won't do that again, it's not worth the loss."
Sheng Mian nodded, thought for a while, and then asked, "The boss who sells jade sandalwood flooring, does anyone know him in your unit?"
Lin Dong's current job is quite respectable, and it can be regarded as a public institution. Apart from the low salary, he knows a lot of people.
"I'll ask you later. I'll send you a message when I get the result."
Sheng Mian then returned to the hotel with peace of mind.
She originally wanted to take a shower and go to bed.
But when she came out of the shower and saw the big black bug on the bed, she immediately didn't dare to go to bed. She just wore her own clothes and stayed on the chair all night, and her neck hurt from sleeping.
When she woke up the next morning, Lin Dong sent her a text message, saying that Lao Li and the others happened to be going there tonight.
[I said hello to Lao Li and asked him to pick you up.]
Sheng Mian drank some porridge and ate a piece of corn, then waited outside the hotel.
The first car to arrive was a Hongqi, but it was a basic Hongqi model and cost less than 200,000 yuan.
Behind Hongqi was a Rolls-Royce, and Shengmian instantly recognized it as Fu Yancheng's car.
No way?
Before he finished his thoughts, Lao Li walked down and pulled Sheng Mian directly to the side of the Rolls-Royce.
Mr. Fu was very satisfied with the painting Sheng Mian painted last time, and Sheng Mian had also ridden in Mr. Fu's car before.
The car window rolled down, revealing Fu Yancheng's face.
Even here, he still had a pile of papers on his lap.
Wearing an expensive Patek Philippe on her wrist, her nails are neatly trimmed, the joints of her hand are long and fine, and because her wrist is so white, the veins on the back of her hand can be clearly seen.
This hand is as attractive as his face.
"Mr. Fu, this is the little girl who painted last time. We happen to be going on a field trip later. The place she is going to is nearby. There are a few old men in our car, and some people are smoking.
, I’m afraid that the little girl will get smoked, so why don’t you let her take your car?”
Lao Li spoke very sincerely, with a smile on his simple face.
Sheng Mian's sharp eyes noticed that Fu Yancheng's fingertips holding the document tightened slightly, probably because his thoughts were disturbed.
She was just about to say no, when she heard his clear voice, "Come up."
Sheng Mian had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit in.
As soon as the car door closed, she pretended to turn her head and look out the window, admiring the scenery outside.
But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the orange on the shelf nearby. It was the one she had sent last night. It looked a little out of place among the pile of documents.
The owner of Jade Sandalwood Flooring has a villa in the mountains. Because he has stable customers and does not have to worry about orders, and because he has low material desires, he chose to stay in the county.
There is a very large villa in the mountains, and there is also a villa in the county, so we can live there interchangeably.
This is the information Sheng Mian got from his uncle. When dealing with this kind of boss, I really don't know how to impress him.
The car jolted, and Sheng Mian saw that the oranges on the shelf were about to roll down, and quickly reached out to pick them up.
But Fu Yancheng reached out his hand at just this moment, and their fingertips instantly grasped each other.
One is cold and one is hot.
Sheng Mian looked up at him in surprise, and Fu Yancheng frowned slightly, probably not expecting this surprise.
Sheng Mian quickly took her hand back and broke the atmosphere with a topic, "How is the injury on Mr. Fu's back?"
Because she withdrew her hand, the orange fell to the ground.
Fu Yancheng bent down and wanted to pick up the orange. Sheng Mian thought of the injury on his back and this action would pull his wound, so she quickly put a hand on his shoulder.
"Mr. Fu, let me pick it up."
The orange fell closer to Fu Yancheng, but Sheng Mian remembered his injury, so she leaned forward and squatted over.
She squatted and reached out with her hand, and the tip of her nose inevitably touched the fabric on the outside of Fu Yancheng's legs.
The moist breath penetrated the fabric and penetrated into the body instantly.
But Sheng Mian didn't notice. She just reached for the orange with her fingertips and pulled at it twice. After reaching it, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Pick it up and put it in front of Fu Yancheng.
Fu Yancheng didn't look at the orange. He only felt that the beating frequency of his heart was a bit chaotic. He frowned and tried to ignore this feeling.
"Leave it alone."
Sheng Mian thought that he didn't like this, but due to his good upbringing, he didn't throw it away. After all, it was given as a gift, so he kept it here.
She put the orange back in its place and sat back down.
A subtle atmosphere spreads in the silence, like a lingering fragrance.
Fu Yancheng looked down at the document, and his peripheral vision stopped on the outside of his leg. There was some itching there, as if the warmth was still there.
