Sheng Mian didn't know what he was looking like at the moment, because he was questioned about the design, and his eyes were slightly red with anger.

As a designer, this is more serious than being abused in person.

There was no smile on her face at this moment, and her glass-like eyes blinked twice.

"Don't dare, I just heard Miss Xiao call you and knew that you were going on a date at night."

Fu Yancheng just looked at her, and only rolled his Adam's apple lightly for a long time.

"You've been living in a hotel like this since you got married, and your family has no opinion?"

Sheng Mian was a little surprised by his sudden change of topic, but he also answered honestly.

"My family had an accident recently, and it's closer to the hospital."

"Why do you live on my floor?"

He still didn't swipe the door with the card, but looked at her like this.

Standing casually, there is a kind of careless good-looking, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a sharp color like a knife in his eyes.

Remember https://m in a second.

As if to see through her heart.

"There was a problem with the room I had booked, and the hotel upgraded the suite for me in order to compensate me."

Sheng Mian said this with a sincere smile on his face.

"It's worthy of Fu's hotel, this service really doesn't have to be said."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a little cold around her.

The carelessness on Fu Yancheng's body disappeared, and his eyes became extremely dark.

"Just because of this?"

Sheng Mian didn't know what kind of answer he wanted for a while, isn't it good to praise Fu?

Her mind spun and turned, and she pursed her lips in embarrassment, "Mr. Fu, I don't understand what you mean." ”

Fu Yancheng chuckled, feeling a lot of tightness in his chest.

The first time he felt a little angry, it was still the emotion that was brought out by a woman.

He withdrew his gaze and swiped his card to enter the door.

"Find me tonight, what's the matter?"

Sheng Mian followed in, his tone sincere, "I want to hand over the design of the Yujing Garden to someone else." ”

Fu Yancheng paused, he didn't turn on the lights, and Sheng Mian didn't take the initiative to turn them on.

Sheng Mian stood behind him and didn't close the door, so the light outside the hallway passed through the backs of the two of them, leaving their shadows stacked on top of each other in front of them.

Fu Yancheng looked at the shadow, the fingertips hanging on one side stiffened slightly, and her voice still came from behind him.

"Miss Xiao should know a better designer, these are all the materials I have prepared so far, and I don't know if the later designer can use it, but I will hand it over to Mr. Fu first."

She walked past Fu Yancheng and put the information on the coffee table.

Because of the light coming from outside the hallway, it wasn't dark inside.

The space was filled with her breath, which softened with the breath on his body, slowly precipitating.

"Mr. Fu, I believe that others can make better designs."

With the documents set, she had already turned around, walked up to him, and smiled at him.

She didn't say anything bad about Xiao Chuqing, after all, Xiao Chuqing was the white moonlight of the person in front of her, and if she really wanted to say it, she probably wouldn't be able to get out of it.

Fu Yancheng stood at the door, his suit wrapped around his excellent figure, because he ripped off his tie, his collarbone was exposed.

Sheng Mian was about to pass by him, thinking that he had already explained it and was not going to say anything else.

But he stretched out a hand and landed on the doorframe on the other side. m.

The slender arm blocked her path.

Sheng Mian didn't know what to think, probably because of the conditioned reflex of her body, she was about to bend down subconsciously, but the arm moved down a few centimeters and continued to block the way.

The tip of her nose almost touched the fabric of his suit, and she straightened up and looked up at him.

It just so happened that he also lowered his fine eyelashes, and the light outside illuminated his face with sharp edges, and the whole person looked cold and noble, and his deep eyes were like whirlpools, trying to suck her in.

The breath is entangled, making people's faces unconsciously hot.

Sheng Mian's hand hanging on his side was covered with light sweat.

There was no light in the room, and the ambiguous atmosphere spread, wrapping both of them and pestering her to breathe.