Chapter 475 What kind of wind brings you here, Mr. Fu?
She put on the clothes she had prepared and took a look at her cell phone.
The phone was turned on, and there were several missed calls from Xu Lue and a message from Fu Yancheng.
He went abroad.
After seeing this message, Sheng Mian's mind suddenly woke up.
Fu Yancheng has gone abroad, which means that no one will bother her in the past two days?
She washed her face and wanted to go back to the rose garden, but found that she really didn't have the strength to go back.
Tired, sore and achy all over.
Someone silently pushed the dining cart in and left without daring to ask a single question, leaving behind a medical kit.
Sheng Mian knew several of the medicines there.
She had gone to the hospital to buy some before, and it seemed that Fu Yancheng also knew that he went too far last night.
Sheng Mian took a bath, applied medicine on herself, took another fever-reducing pill, then leaned directly on the sofa and fell asleep.
She thought she was going back to the Rose Garden that night, but the fact was that she stayed in this hotel for two whole days.
Rest, reduce fever, and apply medicine.
It took two days before she had the energy to leave the room.
Sheng Mian was really scared now.
Back in the rose garden, she immediately picked up her computer and started asking for help on it.
"What should I do if my husband is too energetic? Is there any way to make him lose interest?"
When she typed this question, her fingertips were shaking.
This kind of pain does not come from the body, but a kind of soreness and weakness, and I can't muster the energy to do anything else.
She desperately wanted to know how to solve this problem.
But this question was quickly replied to by more than a dozen people.
"Are you here to show off?"
"It's true that I don't know how blessed I am when I'm in the midst of blessings. My husband only lasted three minutes at most, and it was over before he was ready. He wanted to cry but had no tears."
"The drought will kill you, and the flood will die."
"After ten years of marriage, I no longer have any desires or desires. The man yells fiercely, but it only takes a few minutes for him to actually go into battle."
"If you dislike your husband, give him to me. I'm about to spin a cobweb."
Sheng Mian looked at these replies and sent a very sincere one.
"I am serious."
She thought everyone was joking.
But these netizens responded quickly.
"Where do I have to go to find a husband like you?"
"No, this person thought we were joking, but the average time for a man in China is only a few minutes. In order not to hurt my husband, I always praised him for being awesome. But now, he really thinks he is awesome. I don't even think about it.
It’s not easy to expose.”
Sheng Mian felt a sense of anxiety, thinking of what Fu Yancheng said last time.
Fu Yancheng truly means what he says.
She has rested for two days and still feels tired.
She closed the computer in frustration and lay down on the sofa nearby.
Fu Yancheng had just gotten off the plane at this moment, and sitting with him was Xiao Chuqing.
This time, everyone who went for Zhang Rong's painting came back disappointed.
The auction was deliberately staged as a gimmick, saying that Master Zhang Rong's paintings would be the finale.
But the finale was not by his hand. I heard that the master's painting had been given away, but after many inquiries from people in the industry, no one knew who the painting was given to.
Xiao Chuqing's face looked a little ugly. She had already prepared funds and wanted to use this painting to please Yao Rong.
Now that the painting has been given away, all her hard work has been in vain.
She couldn't help but look at Fu Yancheng on the side. His expression was always calm. This time he only showed up at the auction and really went to handle official business.
I have been meeting abroad these two days.
Xiao Chuqing recalled sitting in the same row with him on the day she went abroad. Although Fu Yancheng was dealing with documents the whole time, she just felt that he was filled with satisfaction from the bottom of her bones.
It's like... eating something you like and being satisfied.
But it was hard for her to ask. Fu Yancheng didn't seem to like anything in particular.
He has a very indifferent attitude towards everything.
"Yancheng, do you know who the painting was given to?"
Fu Yancheng didn't even take his eyes away from the document. The phone next to him rang. It was a message from the hotel, saying that the lady had gone back today.
It took two days before she could go out.
He chuckled, thinking about that night in the underground garage again, his chest felt like something exploded, and the corners of his mouth curved.
"I don't know."
Seeing that he was in a good mood, Xiao Chuqing asked him about sensitive topics.
"Grandma Yao seems to dislike the person you are marrying. If she comes back, she will definitely divorce you."
Fu Yancheng raised his eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief.
"If grandpa's health gets better, I will sign the divorce agreement without hesitation."
