Sheng Mian came downstairs. There happened to be no one in the living room. She called someone from the company over there to make an appointment at 7pm, so she took the bag at the entrance and went out. She didn't even notice the gifts on the coffee table.
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Liu Qiong was still instructing the kitchen to make a nourishing dinner, thinking of giving Sheng Mian a nourishing meal, so she didn't notice Sheng Mian leaving.
There are not many servants in Shanxiao. Sheng Mian rarely sees other servants here. Except for Liu Qiong who often appears in sight, she rarely communicates with other people.
Because she told Mr. Fu at the beginning that she likes to be quiet.
Therefore, Mr. Fu had previously ordered us not to send too many servants.
After Fu Yancheng arrived here, he received a call as soon as he got off the car. It was from the old man.
Regarding the old man's aggressiveness, Fu Yancheng was concerned about his health and did not refute.
"Grandpa, I have arrived at Shanxiao."
Mr. Fu finally let go of his hanging heart. After all, Mianmian's father was still sick a few days ago, and it was normal to be in a bad mood. As a husband, he should comfort others at this time.
Fu Yancheng hung up the phone, unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, and walked in.
Because he came back in a hurry, he had just finished a few meetings when he received the old man's order. His mood was already gloomy, and because of this order, he was in a state of anxiety.
The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up to the middle of his arms, revealing his smooth muscle lines and his eyes were deep and lively.
The bridge of his nose was high and his lips were pursed into an arc. When he opened the door, the air-conditioning was almost freezing him to death.
Liu Qiong was stunned for a moment when she saw him, and then she became respectful.
"Mr. Fu."
Fu Yancheng hung his clothes on a shelf nearby, changed his shoes, and then took a look upstairs.
For some reason, Liu Qiong felt a kind of indifference and boredom engraved in his bones.
"Dinner will be ready soon. I'll ask Miss Sheng to come down."
"Um."
Fu Yancheng agreed without hesitation, walked to the sofa and sat down.
Seeing that the coffee table was full of gifts, he frowned.
The coffee table is already filled with top-quality ingredients and jewelry.
The servant brought him tea and explained softly.
"This is what the old man gave to Miss Sheng."
Fu Yancheng didn't know much about jewelry, but what his grandfather brought out was certainly not cheap. This pile of stuff was probably worth tens of millions of dollars.
He sneered. Apart from the funds that helped the Sheng family in two rounds of financing, plus the gifts worth tens of millions from time to time, what qualifications did Sheng Mian have to deserve this?
With that inexplicable love, or with that fragile body?
Fu Yancheng is not a person who values appearance. If Sheng Mian has any illness, he will not ridicule her body. But that woman always looks at him with eyes that are determined to win and full of ambition, which makes people very uncomfortable.
answer.
upstairs.
Liu Qiong knocked on the door for a while, but did not wait for a response from inside.
Thinking of Sheng Mian being depressed when she came back, I wondered if she was fast asleep.
But now that Mr. Fu is here, if they don't wake him up, they may have another misunderstanding.
"Miss Sheng?"
Liu Qiong carefully knocked on the door a few more times.
Still no response from inside.
Although Liu Qiong and Sheng Mian were close, they did not dare to open the door rashly at this time.
So after waiting outside the door for a few minutes, I didn't see any movement inside, so I had to go downstairs.
But there was a giant Buddha downstairs, so she felt in a dilemma.
"Fu...Mr. Fu, Miss Sheng is probably not feeling well and needs to rest for a while."
Liu Qiong made an excuse for Sheng Mian.
But she heard Fu Yancheng chuckle, but the laughter contained a hint of ridicule.