Chapter Forty-Eight: I Don't Know What to Do

Fu Chen turned around unhurriedly and looked down at her white fingers pulling at his sleeve with a flat expression.

"Back in class. ”

Yan Mu hurriedly put his hand back, his expression was dyed with anger: "He is my younger brother, this is harming him, you want to show your power, please change ......"

Fu Chen's deep and cold eyes fell on her face, gently interrupting her words.

"The Yan family is bankrupt now, it doesn't matter, and there is still a mess of debts, but your father's death is a hundred. ”

Yan Mu's eyes were instantly full of red hatred, and his hands were clenched into fists, and he was about to pounce on Fu Chen.

"You bastard!"

Fu Chen's face did not make waves, his big hand gently moved forward, pressed the person who was approaching directly into his arms, leaned over, and his voice was cold.

"Is it unpleasant? a hundred times worse than this, have you ever heard of it?"

Yan hated him to the extreme, and struggled with anger.

The voice in my ears continued to fall softly.

"You haven't heard of it, Yanyu has heard it. This can anger you, and why should you ask him to admit his mistake. ”

Yan Mu's breath stagnated and froze there.

Du Yunqian approached in an instant, and his face changed: "Mr. Fu, please respect yourself!"

Fu Chen let go of the person in his arms, and his deep eyes shone towards Du Yunqian.

"Sure enough, it's love, that's why you're in such a hurry to divorce. ”

Yan Mu took a deep breath and came back to his senses: "It has nothing to do with you. ”

Du Yunqian looked at Fu Chen's gaze: "Mr. Fu, please respect Xiao Mu's own choice and think about the divorce." ”

Fu Chenrumo's eyes closed in an instant, and he suddenly strode over, and after half a step, his big palm stretched out to Du Yunqian's collar.

The man in front of him immediately changed his face and took a step back.

Dusting off a piece of confetti from the collar with a big hand, Fu Chen snorted disdainfully: "Let's talk." ”

Du Yunqian coughed lightly with some embarrassment: "If you have anything to say here, Xiao Mu is not an outsider." ”

Fu Chen let out a soft snort from his nose.

"I heard that Du Shao's new company in Seoul has not been going well recently, and the foreign industry is not very peaceful. ”

Du Yunqian immediately showed vigilance: "What does Mr. Fu mean?"

"Don't panic, just say it casually. ”

Yan Mu blocked in front of Du Yunqian with a cold face, and looked at Fu Chen angrily.

"My choice has nothing to do with him, if you insist on embarrassing him, then I can only leave Seoul. Even if you don't agree to a divorce, sooner or later our marriage will lapse. ”

Fu Chen's face was dark to the extreme, and he bit the words very heavily: "I don't know what to do." ”

He turned around and went back to pull the car door, and then looked back at Yan Mu: "You're not going to work?"

"I'll take a taxi. ”

Yan Mu looked sideways, avoiding his burning gaze.

Du Yunqian grabbed her arm, and his voice was soft: "I'll send you, it's not good to take a taxi in this kind of weather, don't freeze outside." ”

"Slowly, today's situation is special to give you two hours, and you won't be able to deduct half a month's salary before ten o'clock. ”

Fu Chen's face was cold, he got into the car, and walked away with one foot on the accelerator.

Du Yunqian drove the car, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and he quickly returned to normal, looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Do you have to go, if you want to work, you can do the same in my company." ”

"After working for a month, I'll go back to find a job, I'll be enough to trouble you. ”

Yan Mu looked out the window, the thick snow melted, the New Year had passed, and it was spring.

Then stay in the Fu clan and trouble the other one, can you just swallow it back when Du Yunqian came to his lips.

He hasn't had that kind of relationship with her now, so he doesn't have the right to care about her, and talking more will only disgust her.

Yan Mu went back to the company to take over the work assigned by Wen Wangshu, and halfway through the document entry, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep at the workstation.

In a daze, someone knocked on her desktop, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Wen Wangshu standing in front of her.

There was a whisper of chatter around him.

"I can fall asleep during work hours, how big this shelf is. ”

"Shut up, as for the president's wife, it's good that you didn't move a bed here. Do you still expect people to be able to work?"

Yan Mu looked at Wen Wangshu with some guilt: "I'm sorry, I ......"

Wen Wangshu handed over a document: "It's okay, pay more attention to rest, you can send this to the president." ”

Yan Mu hurriedly took it and nodded out of the office.

Last time, he was embarrassed by the signing of the contract, but this time he just sent something over, so there shouldn't be a problem, right?

My mind was still groggy and groggy, as if I had been suddenly woken up in the early hours of the morning.

Yan Mu secretly wondered, obviously he slept well last night.

Fu Chen took the document in her hand and inserted it into the folder before she could take a closer look, Yan Mu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this can be regarded as accepting.

"Terrible?" Fu Chen suddenly raised his head, his gaze not salty or faint to her.

A little weak for no reason, Yan Mu hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, if the president is fine, I'll go back first." ”

Fu Chen's eyes were still fixed on her, and he couldn't hear too much emotion in his voice.

"I heard that it has a good face, and I don't make any extra money, so I just slept back. ”

...... Clairvoyance?

Yan Mu raised his heart up, and he didn't know how to answer.

What he meant was that he wanted to deduct her salary again?

"Next, not next time. ”

Fu Chen's voice was cold: "Do you want to have a next time?"

"I don't think about it, there's no next time. Yan Mu's head was low enough to touch the ground.

When she returned to the office, it seemed that the gaze was still on her, which was simply refreshing.

As a result, she fell asleep again near noon, but fortunately everyone was so busy that no one noticed her anymore.

During the lunch break, everyone in the office went out to eat, and Yan Mu was still in a daze, lying on the workstation.

In a daze, there seemed to be a calm, familiar footsteps approaching, pausing beside her for a moment, and then the footsteps became farther and farther away.

Fu Chen walked back to the president's room, his mind was chaotic for a moment, and then he couldn't help frowning.

Was he thinking something, or was he expecting something?

Uncle Zhou had already brought food in, followed up the cubicle, and stood quietly on the side, waiting for Fu Chen to finish eating, before he opened his mouth.

"I just heard Xiao Wen say, has Mr. Jin agreed to cooperate with you, young master?"

"Well, that's refreshing. Fu Chen responded.

Uncle Zhou was surprised and said: "It's a little strange to say, businessmen have always been profitable, this time Mr. Er's side is bound to win, and he gave extremely attractive conditions, but Mr. Jin didn't consider it at all." ”

"It's a bit strange, you go back and check it. ”

Uncle Zhou nodded respectfully and continued.

"Another thing, I heard that at Mr. Yan's funeral a few days ago, Jin Heng was also in the condolence list. ”

Fu Chen's voice was still flat.

"It's a good thing to agree to cooperate. Jin Wen Group has developed rapidly in recent years, especially after the new president returned to China. There are many benefits to working with him. ”

Uncle Zhou saw that Fu Chen had almost eaten, poured a glass of water and handed it over.

"Also, Mingyuan said that it has been repaired, do you think you need to move back in?"