Sheng Mian was very confused about Sheng Wei's attitude towards him, saying that the two should get along harmoniously, but the other party always seemed to love to break his mouth in front of Sheng Zhong.

casually mentioning something made Sheng Zhong angry with her.

But if the relationship between the two is not good, Sheng Weiyuan calls himself a sister affectionately every time, as if she is really a sister.

Su Lan's dislike for her was on the surface, but Sheng Weiwan's thoughts about her were hidden deeply.

At this moment, Sheng Mian figured it out, Sheng Wei couldn't like her, because she occupied the position of Fu Yancheng's wife.

Thinking of the previous things, it can be explained clearly why Sheng Wei is willing to drag his sick body and go outside.

Listening to Sheng Wei's voice of walking away, Sheng Mian slowly straightened up, the tip of his nose was the breath on Fu Yancheng's body, and the distance between the two instantly became extremely close.

Now she looked up, and he happened to be looking down, the tip of his nose almost touching the tip of his nose.

She quickly let go of the person and pretended to hold her forehead, as if she was just uncomfortable, so she leaned on him.

Fu Yancheng's eyes narrowed, only to feel that his arms were empty, and he was a little lost, but he quickly collected his emotions.

Sheng Mian glanced out and saw that the Sheng family's car had already left, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

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As soon as I wanted to get out of the car, I heard my mobile phone ringing, and it was Sheng Zhong calling.

A hint of surprise crossed her eyes, and she suppressed the trembling of her fingertips from the discomfort, and pressed the answer button.

There was the sound of a bell.

"Mianmian, the second round of financing has been successful, and the Fu family has invested money again, I am thinking about this discharge from the hospital to celebrate, you invite Yancheng to your home by the way, I will ask Aunt Su to prepare a dinner, I have to thank people."

It sounds like thank you, but in fact, I just want to continue to build a relationship with the Fu family.

This kind of cognition made Sheng Mian feel sick to his stomach, but when he thought that Sheng Zhong was now in the advanced stage of liver cancer and only had the last year to live, he felt a wave of weakness in his heart.

"Dad, who discharged you from the hospital?"

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Sheng Zhong's face was full of relief, because of the success of the financing, his face was full of joy.

"The company's market value has doubled, and it will rely more on the relationship with the Fu family in the future, just the night after tomorrow, call Yancheng to the Fu family to gather, after he returns to China, we haven't seen it yet."

"Let's talk about it."

Sheng Mian hung up the phone directly, and his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

At this moment, she had already gotten out of the car, and she wanted to say thank you to Fu Yancheng when she turned around, but Fu Yancheng just looked at the documents between her legs intently, with a posture of not moving like a mountain in the wind and rain.

In a short period of time, she owes too much to others, and she doesn't know how to pay it back.

"Mr. Fu, thank you for tonight."

Fu Yancheng's thin lips pursed, and with a faint "um", he ordered Qi Shen to drive.

Qi Shen glanced at him in the rearview mirror and stepped on the accelerator.

Waiting for the car to go away, Fu Yancheng glanced at Sheng Mian from the rearview mirror.

She was still standing where she was, presumably conscious, and turned around and walked towards the hospital alone.

Fu Yancheng took the document away from his lap and looked down at a part of himself that he was a little excited about.

He had just touched a place that he shouldn't have touched in a hurry, and with his hands around his waist, his warm breath sprayed on his chest through the fabric of his shirt.

He pursed his lips, his fingers pinching the document tightened, and his wrist bones were straight, slender and powerful.

Fu Yancheng raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and a touch of irritability appeared in his eyebrows.

I don't understand whether she is intentional or unintentional, like a cat's paws, tickling people just right every time.

Fu Yancheng didn't like this feeling of pinning his emotions on others, and almost rationally extinguished that trace of vacillation.

He told himself that it might be because of that night that he was moved.

It's just restless dopamine at work.

It's not like.