Wen Sihe was holding a glass of wine, a little confused.
"What did she think?"
"I said penny."
"I'm fucking talking about Xiao Chuqing!"
Fu Yancheng paused with his hands and lowered his eyelashes, "Oh."
Wen Sihe found it funny and pursed his lips to suppress laughter.
"So what you just meant is that what you think about your relationship with Penny is not important, what is important is what she thinks."
If Penny wants to rely on him, will he admit it?
But Fu Yancheng was unwilling to reply.
Wen Sihe scratched his head and scratched his head anxiously, "Is that what you mean? You didn't listen to what I said to Xiao Chuqing just now. All you think about is a married woman?"
"I don't."
Wen Sihe rolled his eyes and suddenly pointed at a woman not far away. Taking advantage of Fu Yancheng's drunkenness, he asked.
"How does that woman compare to Penny?"
Fu Yancheng raised his cold eyes, glanced at them briefly, and then looked back.
"Not as good as her."
Wen Sihe glanced at the empty bottle on the table. Was this man drinking alone just now?
It's rare.
He quickly took out his mobile phone and turned on the recording.
"Yancheng, look at the woman on the right, the one with a hot body. How does Penny compare to her?"
I will send this recording to Fu Yancheng himself tomorrow, it will be really exciting.
But Fu Yancheng didn't reply, he just narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Wen Sihe imposingly.
Wen Sihe suddenly felt guilty. This man was drunk, so he was still so defensive?
But he finally understood that Fu Yancheng was indeed somewhat interested in that little designer.
Wen Sihe has no other pleasure than watching these smart people quarrel with each other.
The place where they are sitting now is not in the box, but in the hall.
In Wen Sihe's words, in the hall, you can see the elites taking off their masks and mingling on the dance floor, looking like humans or ghosts.
His creations will become very inspired.
At this moment, he helped Fu Yancheng up, and met Sheng Weiyuan at the door.
Sheng Weiyuan knew that Wen Sihe was Fu Yancheng's good friend and the most famous gold medal screenwriter.
When she saw the drunk Fu Yancheng, her eyes flashed and she quickly went to meet him.
"Let me take Mr. Fu back. I came here specifically to pick him up tonight."
This is God giving her a chance!
Wen Sihe supported the person, glanced at her, smiled slightly, and had sharp eyes.
"If you want to sleep with him, there is no mirror at home. There should be other things. Go back and take a good look at him. Don't use these despicable tricks on him."
Sheng Weiyuan froze in place, shocked by his glance, and felt cold all over.
Wen Sihe took a step away and then turned back.
"Yancheng is not someone you can afford to mess with, no matter who you are."
Sheng Weiyuan only felt that an arrow had been stabbed in his chest, his whole body was shaking, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms.
Wen Sihe's words were already very polite. After all, there have been many women who want to have sex in recent years.
Moreover, this woman's face is full of calculations, and you can tell what she is thinking at a glance.
Low level.
He helped Fu Yancheng into the car and sent him directly to Shanxiao.
And tonight, Sheng Mian himself is staying in Shanxiao.
Because it was already midnight, she and Liu Qiong both thought that Fu Yancheng would not come over.
When Fu Yancheng was helped out of the car, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.
Wen Sihe saw that he seemed to be more awake, so he got back into the car.
"Go in by yourself, I have to work overtime to write the script."
This is nothing more than a bad friend.
Sheng Mian was working overtime alone in the lobby, still checking the company's five billion list, and didn't notice that the door to the lobby had been opened.
