After Fu Yanlin said this, Meng Wei's face turned even more ugly.
But others are unicorns, and they have to hold them up. No matter how unhappy Meng Wei is, he can only swallow the anger in his heart.
After it was over, Meng Wei went to see off the other party and his party of four.
Wen Sheng was supposed to go together, but when she walked out of the conference room, Meng Wei specifically turned around and said to her, "I'll just go and see you off."
Wen Sheng had no intention of fighting with her and returned to the office.
Shen Guannan sent a WeChat message to ask about the meeting and whether Chang Jing had any chance to participate in financing? Wen Sheng told the truth, but Shen Guannan did not express many opinions and only said to follow up when he comes back next week.
However, Wen Sheng couldn't help but think.
At the current development speed of Linyun Technology, an IPO will be inevitable within two years. Whoever invests in Linyun will make a fortune. Parents of funders are rushing to send money. Why would Linyun consider Changjing Capital?
It’s not that Wen Sheng has destroyed his own prestige, it’s just that although Changjing has developed well in the past two years and has an excellent reputation, it can focus on pre-B round corporate financing. Faced with the enthusiasm and financial resources of other funder fathers, Changjing Capital’s Where is the competitiveness?
Wen Sheng was puzzled.
Is this the willfulness of unicorn companies?
After working overtime until ten o'clock, she finally finished the materials for Qingzhou Restaurant. Wen Sheng walked to the subway station and took the subway home. In fact, she saved a sum of money, but she was reluctant to buy a car for transportation and wanted to buy a house first. She always felt that the house was It doesn’t matter whether you have a car or not.
After arriving home, Wen Sheng took a shower first, then returned to the bedroom to read and sleep.
As soon as the floor lamp was turned on, Wen Sheng noticed the Star Dew doll in the corner that was half blocked by the curtains.
That was a gift from Jiang Yukuo last Christmas.
A fish that slipped through the net.
Wen Sheng went to the kitchen to get an oversized garbage bag, put Xingdelou in it, and took it downstairs to throw it away.
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Fu Yanlin was sitting in the car, with two buttons unbuttoned at the collar of his black shirt, and he was smoking leisurely against the back of the seat. His resolute face added a few strokes of solemnity under the clear light of the street lamp.
The fingers with sharp bones crossed the WeChat chat box page and landed on the WeChat with the Samoyed avatar.
Fu Yan clicked in and saw a black line in the circle of friends.
Before returning to Jiangzhou, he also browsed Wen Sheng's circle of friends. The content was lackluster. All that came and went were financial and investment banking information. The few days he shared his life were all with Zhu Qingjia.
Now there is only one black line.
He was blocked, or in other words, blocked from the circle of friends.
Just when Fu Yanlin was about to verify which one it was, the sensor light in the unit building suddenly turned on, and a delicate and slender figure appeared in sight carrying a black garbage bag.
Fu Yanlin bit his cigarette at an angle on his thin lips, squinted his eyes, and his eyes fell on Wen Sheng's slender, dazzlingly white ankles.
He suddenly remembered that night, when her white and petite soles stared at his calf, which was smooth and tender.
Wen Sheng wore a white floral cotton dress after taking a shower. The square-neck design just revealed her swan neck and beautiful collarbone.
She must have just washed her hair, her black hair is spread around her shoulders, and her palm-sized face shines white in the dim light. Her nightgown is loose and pats on her body when she walks, making her figure even more graceful and slim, and her waist too thin to hold. p>
Fu Yanlin followed her to the garbage room with his eyes. Within half a minute, he saw her turn back and go up the stairs, and the beautiful figure disappeared.
Fu Yanlin threw away his cigarette butt, got out of the car and followed him.
The house Wen Sheng lives in is in an old residential area in Jiangzhou. The house is older than her. Naturally, there is no elevator. The sensor lights in the corridors are on and off, which is a unique temperament.
She lives on the sixth floor.
When she took the key to open the door, Wen Sheng was suddenly shrouded in a shadow - she turned around in surprise, but was tightly hugged by someone, covering her mouth, and her scream turned into a muffled sound. p>
Wen Sheng thought it was Jiang Yukuo, but the cold aura and ebony aroma of the man were not Jiang Yukuo's style at all.
Fu Yanlin buried his lips in her neck, rubbed her deliberately, and then said in a lusty and deep voice, "Open the door, go in and scream slowly."