Even though Jiang Siyu was a hundred unwilling, in the end he could only leave here silently and return to his small office.

At this time, Fu Zhoucheng had already come here and was seriously dealing with the matter at hand.

Before Jiang Siyu could speak, he took the lead in speaking.

"For the sake of your privacy, I have separated your work area today, from here you can see the outside, I don't think you will be depressed......"

Jiang Siyu pursed his lips and finally nodded.

"I see, Mr. Fu."

"Well, it's good to know."

The matter disappeared, and soon reached Fu's mother's ears, and she was so angry at the moment that she hurried to the company and asked Jiang Siyu out, it was still the original coffee, or the original location, and the two of them sat with a precarious expression, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Auntie, I'm sorry to disappoint you, I can't be the interpreter flower by Mr. Fu's side."

Seeing that tears were pouring into her eyelashes, she was about to shed tears when she was sad, but Fu Mu just smiled faintly, but her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together.

What went wrong? At this moment, she had to figure it out.

Her son, she knows better than anyone else, Fu Zhoucheng likes things that are true and pure, and the most perfect and beautiful, if the girl in front of her arms herself and shows a pure and lovely appearance, maybe it will attract him even more disgust.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth lightly, and looked at her again by the way.

In the end, I made up my mind decisively, in this world, there is no thing with the same paragraph, but it can be made of high imitation.

Next, she has to package the girl in front of her at all costs.

She still doesn't believe that her son can control it?

So two people who are similar will always have a moment when their feelings are uncontrollable, right?

"Jiang Siyu, Auntie told you that some things can't be blindly relied on bravery, you must use some tricks, because only in this way can you make Mr. Fu like you......"

Next, the two had a long talk, chatting for two hours, and finally, under Jiang Siyu's physical and mental excitement, the two waved goodbye.

"Auntie, thank you, thank you for the ......"

Jiang Siyu bowed 90 degrees to her.

Mother Fu smiled faintly and said confidently, "Don't worry, I will send you all the outfits tonight, starting tomorrow, don't wear all the clothes you wore before, and your words and deeds will also change, since you want to win my son's favor, well, from now on, you have to imitate that woman well." ”

It's hard to imitate someone, but if you really make up your mind, maybe it will come naturally.

That night, Jiang Siyu really received the clothes sent by Fu's mother, which were dazzling, all kinds of them, but all of them were black, white and gray, and the color was light and light, which looked very temperamental.

Fu Mu stood in front of her, amazed.

"Yes, yes, these clothes are quite suitable for you."

The clothes Jiang Siyu was wearing were all owned by Tong Qianxi, and now that she has disappeared, she is naturally at the disposal of others.

It's just that all this is being done under Fu Zhoucheng's nose, if he knows that these clothes were taken out by Fu's mother, then he will be able to pay it back, maybe he may fight with her.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little palpitations, but for the sake of Fu Zhoucheng's lifelong happiness, the Fu mother in front of me also let go and decided to ignore it.

"Okay, I'll send someone to get your hair done tomorrow, and just wait here for me when I get off work."

After saying that, Fu Mu left here.

She didn't know if she was right or wrong to do so, and there was no arrow to turn back when she drew the bow anyway.

………

Early the next morning, Jiang Siyu, dressed in new clothes, came to the company, and sure enough, Fu Zhoucheng stayed on her face for two points.

"Is this dress your own?"

Jiang Siyu's heart was frightened, and he endured the panic in his heart and nodded.

"Well, yes, I thought these clothes looked good, so I wore them."

"Oh, that's good."

Unprecedentedly, Fu Zhoucheng actually said a few more words to her, and finally lowered his head and began to work on other things.

Bearing in mind Fu's mother's words, Jiang Siyu expressed a special beauty, and the feeling it brought to people was as if Tong Qianxi had returned here.

Even if Fu Zhou was refined into steel, his spirit was a little trance in the end, and he couldn't tell whether the woman in front of him was Tong Qianxi or Jiang Siyu?

To be honest, the two of them look too similar.

Now wearing exactly the same clothes and saying exactly the same thing, that feeling is like a resurrection......

Fu Zhoucheng closed his eyes with difficulty, and finally forced himself to open them hard, and solemnly told himself that the woman in front of him, her name is Jiang Siyu, and she is definitely not Tong Qianxi.

……

At night, Fu Zhoucheng looked out of the window, holding a wine glass in his hand, and his black eyes looked up at the night sky silently with unspeakable pain.

He poured down a glass of spirits, and he didn't seem to feel anything, just numbly used the alcohol to confuse himself.

"Shallow Creek, when the hell are you going to come back to see me?"

Facing the night sky, Fu Zhoucheng muttered, leaving a trace of tears in his eyes that were slightly red from pain, and his tall body trembled uncontrollably in the next second, if it weren't for the strong support of the railing, I am afraid that he would have fainted to the ground, and he would have been able to hold on day and night until now, and he can no longer support it......

In this life, the most painful thing is joys and sorrows, nothing more than the clouds and sunshine, and nothing more than heaven and earth.

Thinking of the pain, he couldn't help but raise his wine glass, and poured the last glass of wine into his stomach deeply, the spicy feeling in his throat burned his stomach, and the pain made his face a little distorted, but even so, he was still unwilling to let go of himself, maybe only in this way could he paralyze and regain a trace of consciousness.

In the end, because of the excessive pain, he threw down the wine glass in desperation, staggered back to the sofa, and his tall body rolled uncontrollably on the carpet.

Frightened, the maid at home instantly pounced on him from the corner and helped him up from the ground, facing Fu Zhoucheng's situation, everyone was already familiar with it, but they didn't know what words to use to comfort him.

could only be stunned and silent, and said a word, which touched Fu Zhoucheng's heart that was still bleeding.

"Haha...... Let go of me, I'm going to drink. ”

"Young master, you really can't drink anymore, if you drink like this any longer, you will die."

Liu's mother squatted beside him bitterly, trying to persuade him, but helplessly, no matter what she said, it didn't work, Fu Zhoucheng still went his own way, immersed in the past that couldn't be mentioned.

"Give me wine, do you hear? Bring me the wine, don't you want to hear what I say? ”

Mother Liu sighed, and finally could only call the others and sent Fu Zhoucheng back to the bedroom.

"Young master, go to sleep, don't drink anymore, drinking too much is not good for your health, I think if Madame can see it, it will definitely be extremely heartbroken."

"What did you say?"

Mother Liu's unintentional words, but I didn't expect to touch Fu Zhoucheng's scales, only to see his eyes suddenly widen, and he sat up from the bed desperately.