The cool wind made the heat on her face drop a little, and she felt much better.
Did Fu Yancheng do it on purpose?
Deliberately teasing her made her feel uncomfortable, and then she started to handle the work by herself.
Is this retaliation for her just focusing on work?
She frowned and couldn't help but glance at him.
But the expression on his face was so serious, as if something was really urgent at work.
Sheng Mian felt a little aggrieved. She lowered her eyelashes and tried to turn her mind back to her work, but she couldn't help but look at her hands out of the corner of her eye.
She really loves Fu Yancheng's hands, which are more beautiful than the most beautiful hand models.
To be precise, there is nothing unattractive about Fu Yancheng. His face, figure, and even the most secret appearance are perfect.
He does have the ability to play with women, but she doesn't want to be the one he plays with.
Suppressing all the restlessness, he heard the sound of typing on the keyboard, and the car had stopped in front of the old house.
A servant came to open the door. Sheng Mian went down first, with Fu Yancheng following behind her.
As soon as the door opened, she saw the old man waiting at the door of the living room, leaning on a cane.
"Grandpa Fu."
She shouted obediently and suddenly remembered that she didn't bring a gift. She was about to say that she would make up for it later when she saw Fu Yancheng asking a servant to take the gift from the trunk.
He also said something to the old man.
"Grandpa, me and...we prepared this for you."
He almost said that Mianmian and I prepared it for you. He almost blurted out this title, and it might have made her roll her eyes a few times.
To avoid embarrassment, he just used us.
A look of surprise flashed across Sheng Mian's face. She was a little surprised that he would prepare it in advance, which relieved her embarrassment.
Fu Chong watched the boxes of things being moved into the old house one by one, and sighed. If these two people had been fine from the beginning, he would have embraced his great-grandson by now.
He glanced at Fu Yancheng with hatred, blaming this man for his failure.
"Come in and sit down, Mianmian, what have you been busy with recently?"
"I took over my dad's company before, but because I couldn't get any business, I separated some of the people and established another business."
The words "not receiving business" were like a mountain, weighing down Fu Yancheng instantly.
Why the Sheng family can't receive business is all thanks to him.
Fu Chong's face was filled with relief, and he held her hand, "You can do well in anything, just like..."
He wanted to say that he was just like the child in Xingzhou, but he knew that Fu Yancheng was a little concerned about such words, so he changed his mind and said, "Just like other people's children, they can draw so well and run the company so well."
Great, Mianmian, you are really good."
Sheng Mian was a little embarrassed by his praise, "Grandpa Fu, I'm still learning how to run a company. I just read books and listen to open classes given by business people."
“It’s already pretty good.”
Fu Chong really felt it was a pity. That was why he liked Sheng Mian in the first place. He felt that she was serious about everything she did and rarely complained.
He looked at his grandson, who was sitting silently aside, and felt extremely angry.
"What is Yancheng busy with recently?"
"Work."
Fu Yancheng's tone was neither salty nor bland.
The injury on my back has not healed yet, and it hurts when I move even slightly.
"Haha, of course I know that you are busy with work, and you are so busy that you don't make a fuss. On the contrary, you make yourself lonely."
Fu Yancheng's face suddenly turned dark. In front of Sheng Mian, couldn't he say something nice about him?
