When Sheng Mian walked to her car, she raised her hand and rubbed the center of her brow.
Wen Zhao stood aside and looked at her almost like a little fanboy.
"Mr. Sheng, that piece of music is really nice and shocking."
Sheng Mian found it funny and raised her hand to pat him on the shoulder.
"I won Ford's endorsement deal. I'm going to sign the contract tomorrow. Let's work hard."
Wen Zhao's eyes were flashing with indistinguishable emotions, and seeing no one around him, he said softly: "Mr. Sheng, there is something on your face, close your eyes."
Sheng Mian had no doubt that he was there, "Where?"
Wen Zhao looked at this face, his Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help but want to kiss her, but he heard footsteps behind him.
He could only quickly rub Sheng Mian's cheek and said in a disappointed tone, "No more."
Sheng Mian opened her eyes and smiled at him, "Thank you, I've asked your agent to pick you up, go back first."
After saying that, she saw Fu Yancheng not far away and was a little surprised.
He is back?
Wen Zhao had already seen the man behind him through the car glass in front of him, so he had no choice but to get into the car driven by his agent.
"Mr. Fu."
Sheng Mian shouted, but she was actually not in a good mood. After all, playing the violin reminded her of some past events, so she bent over to get into her car.
But Fu Yancheng quickly approached and hugged her from behind.
She stiffened and glanced around with a guilty conscience.
The banquet is not over yet, but she left early, so there is no one around.
She originally wanted to go to the driver's seat, but Fu Yancheng pushed her to the passenger seat while he went to the driver's seat.
Sheng Mian felt that he was unhappy, and he was very unhappy.
The atmosphere inside the car was dull. While waiting for the traffic light, his fingertips tapped lightly on the steering wheel.
"He just wanted to kiss you."
Because more than half an hour had passed, Sheng Mian didn't know who he was talking about for a while. After reacting, he realized that it was Wen Zhao.
"Mr. Fu must have misunderstood."
Fu Yancheng tightened his fingertips on the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator when he saw the traffic light changed.
Back at Shanxiao, Sheng Mian frowned when she saw that he wanted to follow him in on his own initiative.
"The injury on your back should be almost healed. It's better to move back. You're quite satisfied with the house in Yujingyuan, right?"
After all, it was designed by her herself.
Fu Yancheng didn't say anything. At this moment, the two of them were standing in the courtyard, with the brightly lit Shanxiao Villa in front of them.
Liu Qiong opened the door at this time.
"Miss Sheng, Mr. Fu, it's going to rain soon, come in quickly."
While he was talking, lightning started to flash in the sky.
Sheng Mian immediately couldn't say anything, so she raised her feet and walked in first.
Fu Yancheng followed her confidently.
Sheng Mian ate some fruit at the banquet and didn't feel like eating much at night, so she went directly to her bedroom to take a shower.
But after washing, she suddenly remembered that this room had been occupied by Fu Yancheng, and she didn't bring her pajamas when she came in.
The clothes I just changed out of were already wet and were thrown into the dirty clothes basket.
There are only bath towels here.
She lightly tied her hair, thinking that Fu Yancheng might be downstairs and didn't come up, so she wrapped a bath towel around her body and went out.
As soon as the bathroom door opened and she went out, she saw Fu Yancheng, who had been sitting in a chair.
He has a slight mysophobia, and the clothes he wears outside will not touch the bed until they are taken off.
Sheng Mian didn't expect that he had been sitting here silently, so he quickly raised his hand to turn off the light beside him.
Opening the bedroom door on the side, she wanted to go out and go to the guest bedroom where she was currently sleeping.
But Fu Yancheng's footsteps soon came behind her, closing the door she opened, shrouding her in shadow from behind.
"Mianmian."
He shouted, her scent filling his nose.
"Mianmian has been working very hard for the company recently, and she's sick again. Why do you feel like you've lost weight?"
His breath hit her ears, his hands wrapped around her, and he began to kiss her exposed skin.
Sheng Mian's hand was on the doorknob, and she was dizzy due to his teasing.
But the coldness on the doorknob brought her back to her senses for a moment, and she pushed him away.
"I asked Qi Shen to come pick you up and pack the clothes in the cabinet. Don't leave them here. Don't come here again in the future."
