Although there is a saying that the enemy of the enemy is a friend, when facing Fu Jinliang, Ye Lanan didn't think so.

She actually doesn't have a good impression of Fu Jinliang, the root cause is because she is the child of a merchant, if you look at it according to the hierarchy of the feudal period, Shinong is the most humble businessman. And in Zhonghai, at the foot of the imperial city, there are countless dignitaries and dignitaries, the Fu family is an official, and the people do not fight with the officials, so Ye Lan'an does not like to get too close to the children of these high-ranking officials, once something happens, he has to bear the black pot by himself.

She has seen a lot of such things, and over time, she naturally has a psychology of self-preservation.

"Yes, since I am your client when I open the door to do business, it is reasonable for me to ask for privacy during the service, right? Miss Fu, if you don't mind, please leave me your private space, I will choose the color and want to start. ”

Ye Lan'an didn't plan to give Fu Jinliang any special face, she didn't need to rely on this woman's snorting life, and she had always been arrogant, why did she grovel to her as soon as she met, as if she had something to ask for her.

She put down the swatch in her hand, Shi Shiran walked to the position and sat down, stretched out her hands, and when she raised her face again, her eyes were slightly provocative.

Fu Jinliang didn't feel embarrassed at all, his face remained unchanged, and he looked at her with a smile.

"Miss Night, why don't you let me serve you today?"

The nail technician who was standing on the side immediately showed a slightly surprised look, and secretly looked at Ye Lan'an in front of him, guessing in his heart where she was sacred, and she could actually make the big boss go into battle in person. She has been in "Bonheur" for so long, and she only occasionally gets a word or two of advice, but she has never seen Fu Jinliang do nails for guests.

Ye Lan'an was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "You came to do it for me?"

Fu Jinliang gave her a look, and the nail technician immediately went to help her get her work clothes and gloves.

She sat down opposite Yelan'an, smiled and said, "What, don't you believe in my craftsmanship? Don't worry, I won't smash my family's golden signboard with my own hands." ”

Ye Lan'an opened his mouth, and he couldn't say anything to refute for a while, he just puffed out his cheeks, looked left and right, and responded in a low voice: "How dare you bother Miss Fu to help me with my manicure." ”

I don't know what Lu Dao is for, she feels a little regretful coming here, she came here for the gimmick of "private high-end image design club", but as soon as she saw Fu Jinliang at this moment, Ye Lan'an's heart felt a little inappropriate, mixed with anxiety, as if something was about to happen.

"I quit my job, and I have nothing to do all day anyway, plus this is a woman's paradise, so I come over every day to visit. But don't worry, Hancy Leung and I are good friends, I also used to have some professional training in her company, although I don't usually do much, but I will definitely be satisfied. ”

After speaking, Fu Jinliang picked up the hand sanitizer on the table, squeezed a few drops, and cleaned his hands carefully.

Who is Hancy Leung, no woman will not know the way, Fu Jinliang moved her name out, which is tantamount to a yellow robe.

As she spoke, the nail technician just now had already taken her overalls, asked her to change into them, and put on a mask again. Seeing this, Ye Lan'an couldn't refuse anymore, so he had to put his hands on the pillow in front of him.

Fu Jinliang took out the nail files, sand sticks, finger tongs and other nail art tools that had been sterilized, lined them up, and skillfully held one of her hands and began to trim and polish them.

"Your hands are so well maintained, there is not a single bit of dead skin barbs, and you must have put a lot of thought into them. ”

She whispered in admiration, her hands moving.

No woman will really be indifferent when others praise her, Ye Lan'an was stunned, nodded and said: "Well, I like nail art very much, so I care more about hand care." ”

Her facial features are still a little different from Ye Ying Ning, not so three-dimensional and deep, but she is better than fair skin, and she has the taste of a Jiangnan woman. But on the contrary, Ye Lan'an has been abroad for a long time, and she likes punk style very much, always dressing herself up like a rock girl, and of course her shiny ten fingers.

Soon, Ye Lan'an no longer had doubts about Fu Jinliang, and she could see that she was very professional and did not have any perfunctory.

"I can't believe that you would actually help me do my nails yourself. ”

Admiring his sequin-covered nails under the lamp, each piece is as beautiful as a work of art, Ye Lan'an said happily.

Fu Jinliang had already changed out of his work clothes, washed his hands again, sat down in front of her, and said with a smile: "I have already asked the assistant to help you match your clothes upstairs, including 2 sets of daily clothes and 2 sets of banquet clothes, both haute couture and personalized brands, you can go and see it for yourself in a while." Anyway, we have to wait a little longer, why not try our coffee and desserts here. ”

At this moment, Ye Lan'an had almost taken off his guard and nodded again and again.

The two sat across from each other, like friends, drinking coffee, tasting desserts, and chatting about some topics related to beauty and makeup. When it came to elation, they all laughed heartily.

"However, I found that my male friends don't really like their girlfriends to get their nails done, so it seems that your husband is still very supportive of you on this issue. ”

Fu Jinliang glanced at Ye Lan'an's hands and said.

Unexpectedly, one sentence made the smile on the latter's face froze slightly, she paused, and then said with some self-deprecation: "Support? ”

Lin Xingyuan hadn't been home for several days, and Ye Lan'an suspected at first that he had a woman outside, and the golden house was hidden. But every time she deliberately dialed the landline number on his desk, even in the middle of the night, he would pick it up right away and ask her what was wrong.

"Busy" was the word he said to her the most.

Fu Jinliang looked at Ye Lan'an, who suddenly looked lonely, smiled quietly, and said softly: "How come, look at what you said, the outside world is saying that Mr. Lin is young and promising, and he will inevitably focus on his career, and he may have neglected you a little recently." ”

She knows the psychology of women very well, sometimes she refutes other people's words just to refute them, not to mention that Ye Lan'an is particularly unwilling at this time, the more she persuades, the more serious her dissatisfaction will be, the more she wants to confide, the more she wants to be understood by others.

Sure enough, as soon as she heard Fu Jinliang persuade herself by saying such an understatement, the depression in Yelan's peace of mind immediately churned, she sighed and muttered, "Not recently...... Hey, things between us are so complicated that I don't even know where to start complaining......"

Fu Jinliang carefully examined her expression and speculated secretly.

In the past few days, the last private detective has sorted out all the things she wanted, basically, she has been able to sort out the relationship between several related characters involved, but I don't know what Lu Dao Yelan'an will think, whether she will stand on the same front as herself.

Although he still didn't figure out what role Ye Ying Ning played in it, Fu Jinliang felt that it didn't matter, as long as he could use these seemingly unrelated things to make Pet Tiange completely dead to her.

"How can this be? Is there some misunderstanding between you? It's better to say it and listen to it, and holding it in your heart won't solve the problem. ”

Fu Jinliang patted the back of Ye Lan'an's hand a few times and said with relief.