Chapter Seventy-Eight: Tangled

Sheng Mian waited here all night, but he didn't expect to receive such a question when he came back to his senses.

Her lips were clenched, her heart was a little sour, and she just wanted to refute, but she heard Sheng Zhong cough a few times.

He coughed hard, Sheng Mian took the tissue from the side and handed it to him, and he saw the scattered blood stains on the tissue.

Sheng Zhong himself saw it, a little surprised, and his brows furrowed.

But he didn't take it to heart, he just thought he was angry.

"Mianmian, I know you don't like Fu Yancheng, when you were in the Imperial University, did you have a boyfriend?"

Sheng Mian didn't answer, and his mind was full of blood on the tissue.

She asked the doctor to hide it from Sheng Zhong himself, so Sheng Zhong always thought that he would be able to return to the company soon.

Sheng Zhong didn't wait for her answer, and he regretted it a little.

"It's because I'm too greedy, the company was built brick by brick by me, to this point, it's hard to let go, I will let you marry Fu Yancheng at that time, and Old Man Fu likes you very much, you will never suffer if you marry in the past, you should know how many women in this imperial capital want to have something to do with Fu Yancheng, he is my son-in-law, and I will be blind even if I die."

"Dad!"

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Sheng Mian wanted to stop him, but now he couldn't hear the word "death".

"In the future, even if I can't hold it and let the company collapse, you still have a backstage cover, and I will give you 10% of the shares another day, and you and your Aunt Su don't worry about this catty anymore."

Slap a sweet date to a sweet date, this is Sheng Zhong's usual method.

Sheng Mian couldn't hate him bitterly, not to mention that his days were numbered.

"Mianmian, learn to get along with Fu Yancheng, as for your boyfriend in college, you don't know what his identity is, and he won't reveal it to you, how can he really like you."

Sheng Mian only felt tired, agreed a few words, and sat still.

And Xu Shun had been standing respectfully on the other side of the hospital bed, until the sound of rain came from outside, and he didn't ask.

"Miss Sheng, do you have an umbrella?"

Sheng Mian shook his head and poured Sheng Zhong a glass of warm water, his eyes full of exhaustion.

"Dad, you take the medicine, and then read the documents."

Sheng Zhong's face was not good-looking, and he waved his hand, "I know my body, anyway, I'm bored here, it's okay to look at it." ”

Sheng Mian had nothing to say.

When she left the hospital, it was 11 o'clock in the evening, and Sheng Zhong said that there was a document that she had not brought at home, and asked her to drop by and send it later.

Xu Shun has already left, Sheng Zhong is not good to call him again, and Su Lan is estimated to have fallen asleep.

"Dad, why don't you rest?"

"Mianmian, after reading the document, I will have another meeting tomorrow, just have a good rest, the project has been robbed, and I have to re-establish cooperation with the CEOs of other companies."

Sheng Mian had to agree, but the car drove halfway, because of the rain, the tires sank into the pit, causing all the surrounding cars to be blocked by her car, and the drivers came up one by one to ask, and scolded directly with a bad temper.

Sheng Mian felt embarrassed, and in the end, even the traffic police came to her.

Two of the sleeping tires burst and had to get off the station.

There is no umbrella, and the whole body is drenched in soup.

She sneezed, watching her car being towed away by the traffic police, and the blocked road was also cleared, she was thinking about whether to take a taxi, but when she touched her body, she found that she had left her bag and mobile phone on the car.

Sheng Mian suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, and at the same time, there was a wave of weakness in his body, because of the person Sheng Zhong mentioned tonight.

Her eyes were a little hot, and she planned to walk back to the Sheng family like this.

Not far away, Fu Yancheng's car moved slowly along the evacuation traffic, still holding a pen in his hand, looking at the woman standing on the side of the road outside.

The raindrops condensed on the car window, like a layer of broken diamonds, and like collecting the neon lights outside, slowly brightening his face.

His brow furrowed slightly.

Sheng Mian was just about to wait for the traffic light to pass, when she saw a car stop in front of her.

The window fell, and she saw the man's grim face.

"Mr. Fu."

She shouted politely, and she couldn't help sneezing because she was soaking wet.