Han Zeyu really didn't know what else to say to the president, so he had to find an excuse to go back to the group to deal with business.

Fu Yiran is not there, and Han Zeyu has to be responsible for all the big and small things of the Fu Group. Looks like we're going to have to work overtime again tonight.

"Han Zeyu, Dad asked you to go home for dinner tonight. On the other end of the phone, Wen Jingchu's voice was a little impatient.

"I don't have time. ”

"Oh. ”

"Wait a minute!" Han Zeyu looked at the document in his hand, "If you're idle, help me send a document to Fu Yiran?"

This urgent document will be used in the bidding meeting tomorrow, and it must be signed by Fu Yiran himself.

"Han Zeyu, it seems that you are Fu Yiran's assistant, right?"

"Please! 100,000 urgent!" He still has a bunch of things to do, and he has too late to do it.

"Send me the address. ”

"It's also a private address, you'd better go yourself. Han Zeyu specially instructed.

"I'm also an eighteenth-tier star, and I'm also afraid of being secretly photographed!"

After hanging up the phone, Han Zeyu sent the address and room number of the hotel to Wen Jingchu. In order to prevent it from being too abrupt, he also called Fu Yiran to inform him in advance.

Wen Jingchu wore a black sweatshirt, black slacks, and black canvas shoes. Standing at No. 101 of the Presidential Suite and pressing the doorbell, for a minute, Fu Yiran opened the door.

"Are you going to be a thief?" Fu Yiran looked at her in a "night suit".

"Give it to you, sign it for me, and I'll send it back. Wen Jingchu stood outside the door, wearing a hat, and had no intention of going in.

"Come in, I'm afraid the security guards will arrest you as a suspicious person in a while. Fu Yiran took the document and went into the room to find a pen to sign.

Wen Jingchu opened the door of the room, took off his hat, and sat down on the sofa. looked around and asked curiously, "If you don't go home, President Fu is running away from home?"

"What do you little kid know?"

"Are you willing to let your little wife stay alone in the empty room?" Wen Jingchu joked, remembering that when she first met Fu Siqing, she also advised herself to stay away from the scumbag. Thinking of this, Wen Jingchu couldn't help but laugh and shouted: "Fu scumbag!"

Fu Yiran handed her the signed document and gave her a roll of his eyes by the way, "You can talk to your father and let your brother go back." ”

"I don't care about them. Wen Jingchu stood up and took the documents, "Please ask Mr. Fu to settle the errand fee." ”

"Go to your brother. Fu Yiran waited for her to go out and locked the door directly.

"Hmph, stingy!" Wen Jingchu put on his hat and muttered to himself.

Following.

The eighteenth-tier star Wen Jingchu and Fu Yiran, the domineering president, successfully made the front page headlines of entertainment news and the hot search rankings of major Weibo.

At the same time, Fu Yiran's officially announced Weibo comment has exploded.

Han Zeyu came early in the morning to plead guilty, so he couldn't kneel down. "Your Excellency, it's my fault! I have asked the public relations department to deal with the photos and posts circulating on the Internet as soon as possible, and I have also issued a clarification statement as soon as possible!"

Fu Yiran sat lazily on the sofa, not seeing a trace of anger, but a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"President Fu Da?"

"It's fine. ”

Han Zeyu was stunned by his reaction, "You're not afraid that your baby will be angry when he sees it?"

The president of Fu Group will be a third-rate star at the night party.

This kind of lace news, whoever watches it will make up a movie in their brain, right?

"What I'm more afraid of is that she doesn't get angry. ”