Wen Jingchu accompanied Fu Yiran to many business banquets, and upper-class business people knew their relationship. What's more, they have known each other since they were teenagers and have a deep friendship. What kind of girl Wen Jingchu is, he knows more than those nonsense-filled media.

"How to deal with that?" asked Han Zeyu.

"Don't let the unscrupulous media smear Jingchu. ”

“OK！”

As soon as Han Zeyu wanted to thank him for thinking about his sister, he heard Fu Yiran speak: "She is a very hard-working eighteenth-tier star, she is finally a little hot, so she can stir up a wave while it is hot!"

Han Zeyu was glad that Wen Jingchu was not present, otherwise the two of them would definitely tear up.

The phone suddenly vibrate, Han Zeyu opened the phone, and saw that Wen Jingchu had just posted a Weibo: The president of the night party and the little wife. The accompanying picture is a selfie of Wen Jingchu and Fu Siqing.

The photo looks like the two have a good relationship. Face to face, standing on the campus of Songda.

This response is simply a double win.

On the one hand, the scandal between Wen Jingchu and Fu Yiran was clarified, and everyone knew that she had a good relationship with Fu Siqing. On the other hand, the little stars of the eighteenth line finally have a topic and attention.

Han Zeyu made a phone call, and after waiting for a long time, Wen Jingchu picked up the phone: "Trouble tell Fu Yiran, the old lady doesn't bother to rub his popularity!

The phone was speakerphone, and Fu Yiran also heard it, and the first thing he said was: "Where is Fu Siqing?

"She's fine, don't bother us on a date, bye!"

Before Fu Yiran heard Fu Siqing's voice, he was hung up by Wen Jingchu. When I called again, no one answered.

"In this way, your baby shouldn't be angry, right?" Han Zeyu's words were questioning, but his tone was firm.

Before Fu Siqing went home, she had dinner with Wen Jingchu. She was carrying a large bag and a small bag, and before she could enter her fingerprints, the door opened.

Fu Yiran was dressed in a formal suit, wearing slippers, standing there motionless.

"Mr. Fu, do you want me to enter the door?" Fu Siqing raised his eyes to look at him, dropped the bag in his hand, and turned to leave.

Fu Yiran grabbed her wrist, lifted the shopping bag on the ground with one hand, and pulled her into the house.

"Are you angry?" Fu Yiran asked tentatively.

"No!" Fu Siqing stared at the wrist that was grabbed by him, and he didn't break free, "What does Mr. Fu need to do, you don't have to report to me, and I'm not very interested." ”

Her face was full of unhappiness, and Fu Yiran could see it.

"Jing Chu and I are like brother and sister, we have known each other for so many years, if we could be together, we would have been together a long time ago. Besides, I can go directly to her house to sleep, and I still need to go to the hotel?" Fu Yiran explained.

"As I said, I'm really not interested in Mr. Fu's private life. It doesn't matter who you sleep with, male or female, to me. Fu Siqing snorted, not understanding why he was explaining this to himself.

"Then why are you angry?"

"Well, I'll admit, I do get a little. Fu Siqing was a little hurt by him, shook off his hand, and continued: "Didn't Mr. Fu go to the UK on a business trip? Why don't I know when the UK moved to the Fullerton Hotel?"

Fu Yiran was blocked and speechless. He lied to her, that's a fact.

"So Mr. Fu has time for a date, and he doesn't have time to accompany me to do business. A faint smile appeared on Fu Siqing's face, "For the sake of me helping you settle it again this time, please take some time for Mr. Fu?"

"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow. Fu Yiran breathed a sigh of relief, and ripped off his tie irritably, and the sound of shirt buttons being broken could be heard in the silent space.

Seeing that he agreed, Fu Siqing picked up the big bags of loot, turned around and went upstairs.