After leaving the gate of Fu's house, Fu Qiuya caught up with him and sighed.
"Yancheng, I didn't expect your grandfather to be so angry. I'm sorry."
"Auntie, this has nothing to do with you, it's between me and Penny."
Speaking of her, Fu Qiuya's face turned cold.
"Don't blame me for being meddlesome. Now that I've been whipped, the matter is over and done with. Otherwise, your grandpa might get angry later and avoid getting her involved."
"Auntie, I know my own affairs well."
Fu Qiuya knew that if she spoke any more, she would be disliked, so she kept her mouth shut.
Fu Yancheng got into the car and did not dare to lean back.
The pain in my back was excruciating, and this pain was already a bit unbearable.
But Sheng Mian called at this time.
"Mr. Fu, I'm at the hotel, will you come back tonight?"
Fu Yancheng's hands were holding the steering wheel, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his lips were a little white.
"Um."
His tone was calm and he hung up the phone.
Sheng Mian just waited outside the hotel room with peace of mind.
Ten minutes later, Fu Yancheng appeared at the elevator entrance.
Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to him, and then started talking about business.
"Mr. Fu, what I want to say is still about Ms. Fu."
Fu Yancheng walked up to her, but did not look at her. Instead, he took the room card and swiped the door.
Sheng Mian had no choice but to follow him in. She smelled a hint of blood and frowned.
It stands to reason that Fu Yancheng's injury should be healed. What is this bloody smell?
Fu Yancheng walked into the room and subconsciously took off his suit jacket, but when he thought of her presence, he froze and sat directly on the sofa.
"My aunt intercepted your order?"
It seemed that he still remembered what happened last night, but he didn't know if he still had any memory about the kiss.
Sheng Mian wasn't too touched, but he was worried that he might think that she was trying to get close to her while she was drunk.
But now that Fu Yancheng didn't mention it, she couldn't take the initiative to ask.
"Um."
"Is there a big influence from the studio?"
Sheng Mian felt a little warm in her heart, but she didn't expect that he would take the initiative to ask about the studio.
"It's okay, but because I'm not very popular there, the designers who were affected have some objections to me."
"I will tell my aunt about this. As for the misunderstanding between you and her, she will not come to you again."
After all, the whipping has been received, and the distance between the two will be further distanced, and what happened that night can be considered completely over.
Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Fu, I will contact the suppliers again."
A smile formed on her lips, and the water in her eyes gleamed.
Fu Yancheng glanced at her, said "hmm" and stopped talking.
Once the room became quiet, the atmosphere became subtle.
A man and a woman alone, the two people who had rolled over the bed sheets, now sat facing each other, silent to each other, as if the air was filled with each other's scent.
Sheng Mian realized that the atmosphere was too ambiguous and stood up.
"Mr. Fu, I won't disturb you..."
Before he finished speaking, Qi Shen's voice came from the door.
"President, are your injuries okay?"
Qi Shen was holding the medical kit in his hand, and apparently received a call from Fu Yancheng midway.
Sheng Mian stood up and looked at Fu Yancheng. Was he injured?
Upon closer inspection, his forehead was indeed moist and his lips were pale.
Qi Shen didn't expect Sheng Mian to be here, so after thinking about it, he put down the medical kit in a smart move.
"Miss Penny, since you are here, could you please give the president medicine? You are more careful than me."
Sheng Mian, who had been helped by Fu Yancheng several times, couldn't shirk it at all.
Qi Shen put down the medical kit and found another excuse to leave.
He saw this woman one after another in the CEO's room. There was definitely something not simple between the two of them.
How it develops depends on what its president thinks.
Sheng Mian was carrying the medical kit and could only bite the bullet at the moment.
"Mr. Fu, where are you injured?"
No wonder she smelled blood just now. Was it because the wound on her palm had opened again?
Fu Yancheng said nothing and remained silent for a while, then slowly turned his back and took off his coat.
When Sheng Mian saw the criss-crossing deep wounds, she screamed in fright, and the medical kit fell off her hands.
"Mr. Fu, what are you..."
She quickly bent over, took the medical kit and walked over, but because the shirt was already stuck to the wound, she didn't dare to tear it off, and her face was sweating in such anxiety.
Fu Yancheng squinted his eyes slightly and could observe her expression properly through the glass in front of him.
She seemed to be really frightened, she was at a loss what to do, and all the water in her pupils was shining.
Just when he wanted her to use the scissors, he felt a breeze blowing across the skin on his back. She was so anxious that she subconsciously blew on the wound.
The cool wind blows on the wound, as if it has penetrated into the pores through the torn skin, and then grows fangs in the pores and takes root deeply.
