Chapter Twenty-Four: Where is the Pestle, as a Statue?

"Mrs. Fu, I'm really sorry, the president has instructed that no one can enter during working hours. ”

Wen Wangshu's voice was polite and alienated.

Yan Mu looked at Ling Yuwei who was walking from the inside through the glass floor-to-ceiling window, and couldn't help but sneer: "Anyone?"

Wen Wangshu followed her gaze and looked inside, with a slight embarrassment in her expression.

"I'm really sorry, Mrs. Fu, that's what the president meant. ”

"Then I'll just wait here. ”

Yan Mu glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, but there was nothing else to do.

Ling Yuwei's soft voice came from behind him: "Mrs. Fu, why don't you go in?"

Yan Mu frowned, and looked back, as if as long as there was a place for Fu Chen, he would always bump into her.

She glanced at Wen Wangshu again: "Can I go in?"

Ling Yuwei immediately continued: "Mrs. Fu, what are these words, of course you can go in." ”

Wen Wangshu looked at Ling Yuwei with an embarrassed face: "But Miss Ling, what ......does the president mean?"

"It's okay, Ah Chen has me on his side, Mrs. Fu is not an outsider. ”

Ling Yuwei interrupted her softly, and her words were quite tolerant and generous.

Yan Mu walked straight inside and looked at Ling Yuwei with cold eyes: "Thank you." ”

Fu Chen's hand signing the document paused slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the commotion in the office.

His gaze swept and landed on Yan Mu, his eyes instantly chilled: "What are you doing?"

Ling Yuwei approached him and explained softly: "Ah Chen, I saw Mrs. Fu standing outside the door, so I decided to let her in, is it okay?"

Fu Chen's eyes were still staring at Yan Mu, and he didn't hear Ling Yuwei's words.

Ling Yuwei froze aside a little embarrassed, and after a while, she spoke: "Then Ah Chen will talk to Mrs. Fu, and I will go back first." ”

Fu Chen didn't look away, but his big hand was wrapped, and he hugged Ling Yuwei on his lap, and his voice was gently pressed down.

"I didn't tell you not to have much contact with this woman. ”

Ling Yuwei's face turned crimson, and she pretended to struggle a few times, and buried her head in his arms.

Fu Chen looked at Yan Mu coldly: "Where is the pestle, as a statue?"

Yan Mu bit her lip tightly, and her eyes fell on Ling Yuwei in Fu Chen's arms.

She is indeed down now, but she is not without dignity at all, at least in front of this woman, she doesn't want to be too ugly.

Ling Yuwei made a gesture to get up: "Ah Chen, I'd better go out first, Mrs. Fu has something to say, I'm not suitable here." ”

Fu Chen put a slight force on his hand and wrapped her in his arms, his voice was cold and ruthless: "If you don't want to say it, go out." ”

"I can't borrow some money from you. ”

Yan Mu took a deep breath, and the words he said were like the dignity shattered on the ground, silent and messy.

Ling Yuwei in her arms was stunned, swept Yan Mu's eyes, and instantly hated and disdainful.

It's always been high, but now it's just that?

Fu Chen's eyes seemed to flash a hint of discoloration, his expression did not make waves after all, his middle finger tapped lightly on the huge office desktop, and he waited and waited: "Oh?"

Yan Mu's face turned a little pale, and that face made her feel terrified, but if she asked for someone, she had to have an attitude of asking for someone.

She lowered her head a little, and her voice was soft but sincere: "Something happened at my family and I urgently need money, please ask Mr. Fu to help and lend me 100,000 yuan." ”

Fu Chen's thick eyebrows were knotted, and they stretched out again in an instant. This is not what she would like.

His expression was indifferent, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his tone: "If I remember correctly, the Yan family is already bankrupt, right? ”

Yan Mu's clenched hands couldn't help but tremble, and he gritted his teeth fiercely, resisting the urge to raise his head and glare at him angrily.

Fu Chen's voice became more and more chilling: "It seems that the gold lord who struggled to climb up is not very good. ”

Yan Mu didn't understand very well, did the gold lord in his mouth refer to his father?

She raised her eyes, with a hint of begging in her eyes: "I did encounter an emergency, and I begged Mr. Fu to help me once." ”

"What do you have to do with me? Fu Chen's expression was indifferent, his gaze swept over her, obviously unmoved.

There was a knock at the door, breaking the dullness of the room.

Fu Chen's voice was cold: "Come in." ”

Wen Wangshu walked in with elegant steps, and stopped talking.

Fu Chen's voice was full of impatience: "If you have something to say, say it directly." ”

Wen Wangshu glanced at Ling Yuwei with a strange expression, then turned to Fu Chen respectfully, and said politely: "President, there is a lady outside the company who wants to see you, saying that it is Miss Ling's mother and wants to ...... Ask for some money. ”

Ling Yuwei almost "soared" from Fu Chen's body, hiding her face full of anger, and her expression was extremely embarrassed.

"Ah Chen, I'm going to tell her to leave, don't mind, my mother must be trying to find me and make a joke with you." ”

Fu Chen's big hand held Ling Yuwei's arm, but his eyes fell on Yan Mu's face, with an intriguing smile between his eyebrows.

"It's a trivial matter, it's rare for an aunt to speak, Secretary Wen, tell me to go down, and I'm entertained. ”

Wen Wangshu was obviously stunned, and when he met Ling Yuwei's resentful eyes, he quickly turned his gaze sideways, bowed slightly, and retreated.

You have to solve the matter in front of you first, and you can't take care of the rest.

Yan Muxin was sideways, and quickly took out the signed document from his bag and handed it over.

"If I take this, can I change it?"

Ling Yuwei's gaze quickly swept over the document on the desk, even though she had been pretending to be gentle and gentle, she didn't calm down at this moment, and her face changed.

The divorce agreement is only 100,000 yuan, and she is so willing?

Fu Chen lowered his eyes and brushed the document lightly, and his expression was almost instantly gloomy.

He took out a check from the drawer, put pen to paper, and said that he was a mixture of joy and loss, and he had already handed the check to Ling Yuwei.

"Weiwei, give this to Auntie, you go and accompany it, don't take care of it, I'll come over soon." ”

Ling Yuwei's expression changed slightly, flashed a trace of reluctance, and quickly took it obediently: "Okay, Ah Chen is busy first, I'll go out." ”

Yan Mu watched Ling Yuwei pass by her, and raised Lao Gao with a heart.

She was afraid of being alone with him, even seeing Ling Yuwei loving him was much more comfortable than just her and him.

Fu Chen's gloomy gaze was fixed on her for a long time, and his voice was cold: "This is to find a good home." ”

Yan Mu frowned, and looked at him with great displeasure: "I don't know what Mr. Fu said. ”

"It seems that the progress with Du Shao has been good recently.

"I'm not as bad as you think!"

Yan Mu took a deep breath, but after all, he was still angry, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He is like this, this is it! He must humiliate her like this, to embarrass her, to see her lose control, and he will be satisfied.

Fu Chen's voice was cold, without the slightest emotion: "I said, since you are married, you will be your wife Fu, and we will play slowly." ”