Fang Li didn't notice the specific flashing words on the screen, but vaguely saw that it was a string of English.

"Fu Yancheng, don't you answer the phone?"

Fu Yancheng picked up the wine that the leader had saluted, and his eyelashes did not tremble.

"Harassing phone calls."

"Oh."

Fang Li actually didn't believe it, it was obviously a remarked name.

But at this moment, the other leaders at the table were persuading Fu Yancheng to drink.

"Mr. Fu, you try it, this is the plum wine brewed by the chef himself, and the plums are produced in the south of Youxian County."

Fu Yancheng took it, thanked him, and after taking a sip, he praised it twice.

The atmosphere was very good, and everyone was speaking around the project.

Fang Li felt that Fu Yancheng was a little more careless than just now.

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After three rounds of drinking, he unbuttoned the two buttons and briefly said a few new additions to the project.

Several leaders did not raise any objections and said that new benefits could be added.

Halfway through eating, Fu Yancheng got up and went to the bathroom of the villa here.

Because the restaurant is on the first floor, the restroom is naturally on the first floor.

As soon as he turned in, he saw the person standing at the door of the bathroom, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Sheng Mian swore that she really didn't mean to be here on purpose, she was originally guarding the door of the villa.

Because there was a maid at the door moving potted plants, she helped to move in together, so she was able to enter and stop by here to wash her hands.

The toilets here are mixed for men and women, so at this moment she is standing at the door, and Fu Yancheng is about to enter. Reading Treasure Book House

"Mr. Fu."

Fu Yancheng didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

A few seconds later, he stepped past her and into it, turning on the faucet of the sink and slowly washing his slender fingers.

Because of this leaning action, the cold white wrist bone was exposed.

Sheng Mian was standing behind him, and it was a little difficult to speak when he saw him so cold.

He waited until he had finished washing his hands and wiping his fingertips with a tissue on the side before turning to look at her.

"Is there something wrong?"

It's already come to this point, and it's definitely impossible for Sheng Mian to retreat.

"Mr. Fu, among the leaders who drank with you on the spot, my uncle's son had a little conflict with his son, can you trouble Mr. Fu to say a few words in front of him?"

After Sheng Mian finished speaking, he was actually a little lacking in confidence.

Because she could feel that since last night, Fu Yancheng had become much colder.

“penny。”

Sure enough, he said expressionlessly, "What is our relationship?" ”

His voice was low and slow, and he said as he straightened the sleeves of his gray suit.

"What relationship can make you feel that I can help you again and again."

The implication is that you have crossed the line.

Sheng Mian lowered his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed.

Probably because she knew that this person was her nominal husband, and the two had kissed one night and three times, so she had the illusion that she could make a request.

But now Fu Yancheng's words woke her up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I'm getting too far."

She smiled and looked up into his eyes without shying away from it.

"We are the relationship between the interior designer and the owner, which I always keep in mind."

Fu Yancheng looked at this face, his eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth pursed into a straight line.

Sheng Mian felt that the cold air on his body was heavier, probably because he was not very happy to see him, so he obediently retreated.

"It's not early, then I won't disturb Mr. Fu's entertainment."

After speaking, he turned around and left without hesitation.

The party was still going on, and everyone was a little drunk.

Fang Li felt that after returning from the bathroom, Fu Yancheng's mood seemed to be even worse.