When he got out of the gate of the Fu family, Fu Qiuya caught up with him and sighed.

"Yancheng, I didn't expect your grandfather to be so angry, I'm sorry."

"Auntie, this has nothing to do with you, it's about me and Penny."

At the mention of her, Fu Qiuya's face turned cold.

"Don't blame me for being troublesome, since I was whipped, this matter will be over, and I will break it off with her, otherwise your grandfather may not know how to get angry in the future, and save her from being implicated."

"Auntie, I know my own affairs."

Fu Qiuya knew that if she said more, she would be disgusted, so she shut up.

Fu Yancheng got into the car and didn't dare to lean his back back.

The pain in the back is already a little unbearable.

But Sheng Mian called at this time.

"Mr. Fu, I'm in the hotel, will you come back tonight?"

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Fu Yancheng's hands were holding the steering wheel, cold sweat was overflowing on his forehead, and his lips were a little white.

"Hmm."

His tone was faint and he hung up.

Sheng Mian waited outside the hotel room with peace of mind.

Ten minutes later, Fu Yancheng appeared at the elevator entrance.

Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief, nodded at him, and then got down to business.

"Mr. Fu, what I want to talk about is about Ms. Fu."

Fu Yancheng walked up to her, but did not look at her, but took the room card and swiped the door.

Sheng Mian had no choice but to follow in, she smelled a hint of blood, and her brows furrowed.

It stands to reason that Fu Yancheng's injuries should be healed, what is this smell of blood?

Fu Yancheng walked into the room and subconsciously wanted to take off his suit jacket, but when he thought of her, he stiffened and sat directly on the sofa.

"My aunt intercepted your order?"

It seems that he still remembers the events of last night, but he doesn't know if he still has any memory about that kiss.

Sheng Mian wasn't so touched, but he was worried that he thought she was taking advantage of the drunkenness to deliberately kiss her relatives.

But now Fu Yancheng doesn't mention it, and she can't take the initiative to ask.

"Hmm."

"Is there a big influence on the studio?"

Sheng Mian's heart was a little warm, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to ask the studio.

"It's okay, but because I'm not very popular there, the affected designers have a bit of an opinion about me."

"I'll tell my aunt about this, and as for the misunderstanding between you and her, she won't come to you again after that."

After all, this whip has already been beaten, and then the distance between the two will be widened, and the events of that night can be regarded as completely over.

Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Fu, I will reconnect with the suppliers." ”

A smile curled into her lips, and the water in her eyes shone open.

Fu Yancheng glanced at her, said "um", and stopped talking.

As soon as the room quieted down, the atmosphere became subtle.

The lonely man and the widow, still the two who rolled over the sheets, sat facing each other at this moment, silent with each other, as if the air was full of each other's breath.

Sheng Mian realized that this atmosphere was too ambiguous, so he got up.

"Mr. Fu, then I won't bother......"

Before he finished speaking, Qi Shen's voice came from the door.

"President, are you okay with your injuries?"

Qi Shen was holding a medical kit in his hand, and obviously received a call from Fu Yancheng halfway.

Sheng Mian got up and looked at Fu Yancheng, he was injured?

On closer inspection, his forehead was indeed a little moist, and his lips were pale.

Qi Shen didn't expect Sheng Mian to be here, and after thinking about it, he put down the medicine box smartly.

"Miss Penny, since you're here, can you please give the president the medicine? You're more attentive than I am. ”

Sheng Mian, who had been helped by Fu Yancheng several times, couldn't shirk it at all.

Qi Shen put down the medicine box and found another excuse to leave.

He saw this woman one after another in the president's room, and the relationship between the two must not be simple.

How to develop depends on what the president of his family thinks.

Sheng Mian was carrying a medical box, and he could only bite the bullet at this time.

"Mr. Fu, where are you injured?"

Is it any wonder that she just smelled blood, the wound on her palm that cracked open again?

Fu Yancheng didn't speak, and was silent for a while before slowly turning his back and taking off his coat.

Sheng Mian exclaimed in fright when he saw the deep scars crisscrossing him, and the medicine box fell off from his hand.

"Mr. Fu, ...... are you?"

She hurriedly bent over and walked over with the medical kit, but because her shirt was already stuck to the wound, she didn't dare to tear it at all, and her face was sweating in a hurry.

Fu Yancheng squinted his eyes slightly, and through the glass in front of him, he could observe her expression just right.

She seemed to be really frightened, her hands and feet were at a loss, and the water in her pupils was all rippling.

As soon as he wanted her to use scissors, he felt a breeze blowing through the skin on her back, and she was already in a hurry, and subconsciously blew on the wound.

The cool wind blew on the wound, as if through the torn skin, burrowed into the pores, and then grew fangs in the pores and took deep roots.