Chapter 465: This blessing is for you, do you want it?
Fu Yancheng sat down at the desk beside him and picked up the documents again.
"What's up?"
"Zhang Rong has a painting at auction recently. I wonder if you will go to North America. Don't you admire the old gentleman's paintings very much? If you go, can you take me with you?"
Xiao Chuqing's tone was coquettish. She looked at the things on the dining table and sat down slowly.
"It just so happens that I haven't eaten either, so why don't you come with me?"
Fu Yancheng's eyes fell on the documents.
"talk later."
"Yancheng, it was because you liked the old gentleman's style that I went all the way to find him as a disciple. But he is no longer a disciple. I don't know who he is. I heard he is quite young."
Xiao Chuqing was a little unconvinced, "Maybe it's one of his relatives."
Fu Yancheng's eyebrows furrowed, "Chu Qing, I have some official business to attend to."
From the moment Xiao Chuqing stepped here, she always felt that something was wrong with this space. This was a female intuition.
"Yancheng, did the housekeeper come to clean the room this morning?"
She raised her feet and was about to walk to the bedroom, but Fu Yancheng said nothing.
Xiao Chuqing pushed open the bedroom door. There were two pillows on the bed in the bedroom. If only one person was sleeping, the other pillow should be put away.
She frowned, felt slightly uneasy, and walked directly towards the cabinet.
As for Sheng Mian, who was hiding inside, his heart skipped a beat when he heard the sound of high heels.
It's really over now.
With Xiao Chuqing's rare enthusiasm for Fu Yancheng, he would probably kill her next.
Just as Xiao Chuqing was about to open the cabinet door, Fu Yancheng stood at the door, holding his hands slightly and speaking calmly.
"I have mysophobia."
He doesn't like other people to touch his things.
Xiao Chuqing was so dizzy just now that she barged straight into the bedroom.
She quickly took back her hand and smiled at him.
"I just want to buy you some ties, so I can see which suits you usually wear."
Fu Yancheng did not expose her and walked back to the living room.
Xiao Chuqing had no choice but to follow, with a little embarrassment on her face.
Sheng Mian heard the footsteps walking away and breathed a sigh of relief.
In the living room, Xiao Chuqing's voice was very low.
"Yancheng, I know you won't find other women."
Fu Yancheng sat back on the chair, holding a pen and continuing to review.
Xiao Chuqing was worried that he would be angry, and when she saw the dining car nearby, she felt even more uneasy.
"Then I'll go first. If you want to attend the auction in North America, I can be your female companion."
"Um."
Fu Yancheng didn't look at her.
Xiao Chuqing looked at this man with fascination and walked to the door unwillingly.
Fu Yancheng's voice came from behind.
"Hand the room card back."
Xiao Chuqing's face became even more embarrassed, because everyone thought she and Fu Yancheng would get married, so her face was of great convenience.
When she asked the lobby manager for her room key, he gave it to her.
Now that Fu Yancheng said this, it was obvious that he was not satisfied with her actions.
She opened her mouth, feeling ashamed and embarrassed, biting her lip.
"knew."
When she left the room, her eyes were full of resentment!
Thinking of the long hair she found in his room last time, she was very sure that Fu Yancheng had a bed partner!
Who could it be, penny?
She immediately called the monitoring room here, but the entire hotel was kept confidential regarding Fu Yancheng's situation.
Xiao Chuqing was so angry that she returned the room card and waited downstairs.
She wanted to see which shameless bitch crawled into bed!
inside the house.
Fu Yancheng got up and went to the bedroom.
The layout of the bedroom is very simple, with a custom-made European bed and a row of cabinets.
Low luxury is everywhere.
He opened the cabinet door and saw several neatly ironed suits hanging in the cabinet, with a beautiful woman sitting underneath.
He knelt down and looked at her.
Sheng Mian was not wearing any shoes. When she first came in, she kicked her shoes under the bed in a hurry.
His knees were curled up and he was wearing only a shirt.
The cabinet was filled with her scent, not the scent of perfume, but the scent of the shower gel he often used.
He was used to this smell and never thought it was anything special.
But at this moment, looking at her frightened eyes, I felt that this smell was extremely touching.
Just as Sheng Mian thought about it, the next second she was pushed deeper and the man kissed her.
