Mo Sen took a closer look, Fu Beichen was soaked up and down, and he didn't open his eyes, couldn't it be that something happened?

Mo Sen instantly understood that this was definitely not Fu Beichen's intention, there must be an ulterior secret in it, maybe the boss was tricked this time.

"I'm sorry, Miss Su Ling, Mr. Fu is not feeling well, let's make an appointment another day!" I didn't expect that in the face of such a panicked situation, Mo Sen could be so calm.

"It was Fu Beichen who asked me to come here, how dare you break in and disappear in front of my eyes as soon as possible!" Su Ling didn't give up, after all, now he had to send an arrow.

"I'm sorry, Miss Su Ling, Mr. Fu does have a lot of other things!" Mo Sen's attitude is very tough, with his understanding of Fu Beichen, Fu Beichen will never do such a thing, Fu Beichen has always treated Su Ling as a sister, not to mention that Fu Beichen's current state is not very sober.

The bodyguard helped Fu Beichen up, stuffed him into the car, and Mo Sen closed the door of the room.

Su Ling stayed where she was, her teeth itched with hatred, she didn't expect that all the plans would fail this time, Liu Qianqian was a real gunner, she was the one who helped Fu Beichen to this room, Su Ling shouldn't get into any trouble.

"Fu Beichen, I have to sleep with you sooner or later!" Su Ling clenched his fists tightly, and the flesh was pierced into his palm.

Mo Sen drove Fu Beichen back to Genting Manor, and Fu Beichen was a little sober in the car, but the whole person was like a volcano about to erupt, and the heat wave in his body overshadowed one wave after another.

I don't know if the woman was at home at this time, after Mo Sen stepped into the villa, he felt a sense of relief, but the woman was not at home, Mo Sen had to ask the doctor to give Fu Beichen a dose of tranquilizer and send him to the bedroom to rest.

"On weekdays, isn't Miss Chuxia in the villa? At this time, the president just needs it, how did she leave? Mo Sen complained to Aunt Zhou, with a meaningful expression.

"This morning, Miss Chuxia, I went out early in the morning, in a hurry, and my face was very happy."

"Something must be going on, right?" Aunt Zhou looked confused and didn't understand what was going on.

Hurry up and get the early summer back, Mawson ordered a few bodyguards.

China Literature Group is the most well-known film and television IP creation company in China, where some Chinese opera and Beijing Film graduates write scripts and shoot TV series, and some of them are some extremely outstanding students who work part-time here, and they have countless wonderful ideas, which will be turned into wonderful scenes in TV dramas to meet everyone.

China Literature's platform capabilities are obvious to all, and many gold medal screenwriters have appeared in recent years, and the development of early summer will definitely reach a higher level if they sign a contract with China Literature.

China Literature Group is really a big group, the handwriting is really different, this time the price of 2 million was offered, this is the largest number heard in early summer, early summer suddenly remembered Fu Beichen, this man has been protecting her, thinking of this name, early summer's heart has been pounding.

When I came to China Literature Group, I was greeted by a twenty-four or five-year-old woman in early summer, an elegant woman, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, wearing a gray suit, outlining her thin calves, the woman had an elegant temperament, it turned out that she was Tang's female assistant.

Under the guidance of the assistant, Chu Xia came to Tang Feng's office, the assistant pushed open the door, and Chu Xia walked in.

There was no one in the office, so I began to look around in early summer and quietly admire Tang Feng's office.

The main color of Tang's office is white, whether it is the desk, chair or the decoration on the wall, there is a post-modern style, which is super in line with the temperament of Tang's literary youth, and has a clean texture of moonlight.

There are several oil paintings hanging in the office, all of them Tang style, one on the banks of the Volga River, and another on the Siberian forest, with a snowman wearing a red scarf.

In early summer, I guessed that this snowman should have been piled up by Tang Feng and the woman in the picture.

Just when Chu Xia wanted to get into trouble, the door was pushed open, and Tang Feng's smile couldn't hide the exhaustion on his face.

This man was wearing a white suit and a colored undershirt, and the whole person was full of youthful enthusiasm, but there was a faint sadness in his eyes, which was extremely inconsistent with his age.

"You didn't paint well back then, did you?" Early summer responded to Tang's smile.

"What do you mean back then?" Tang Feng pursed his eyes and realized that Tang Tiantian had already told Chu Xia about his study abroad in Russia.

"Miss Chu Xia, you came today, you shouldn't be talking to me about oil painting, right?" Tang Feng looked faintly indifferent, and it seemed that he didn't want to mention the past.

"That's right," Chu Xia realized that this had involved Tang Feng's emotional forbidden area, after all, he was here to sign a contract today, not to talk about Tang Feng's love history, and Chu Xia quickly pulled his thoughts back.

"Well, what kind of work have you been working on lately?" Originally, he signed a contract with a screenwriter like Chu Xia, and Tang Feng didn't need to come forward in person, but in order to repay Fu Beichen's favor, Tang Feng also attached great importance to Fu Beichen's wife's works, and he wanted to know if there was any creativity that could really be done in early summer.

"China Literature Group is now the most formal film and television IP company in the domestic market, if you like it, you can become our contracted writer," Tang Feng set a good contract condition.

"Well, that's true, I've recently been working on a costume drama called "Exquisite Banquet"." In early summer, he told Tang Feng about the new theme he was trying.

Tang Feng's eyes lit up, this theme is very interesting, the idea goes beyond the current era, this is also the cultural soft power that China Literature Group wants, it is unique, if it is promoted in the screenwriter world, it will definitely be a new popular direction.

Listening to Chu Xia gushing about the new work he conceived, Tang Feng fell into deep thought, and his eyes swept the girl's face, and Chu Xia's face was full of light.

No wonder Fu Beichen likes early summer, this girl, everything in her mind is wild, and ordinary people can't get what kind of point she has in her head.

Could it be that the brain hole of early summer has crossed into the world of the three-body problem, Tang Feng thinks he is a person with advanced thinking, but he can't catch up with the brain hole of early summer, for early summer's new works, Tang Feng showed a satisfied smile.

"Well, if you don't have a problem, this work will be signed with our group, and China Literature Group will adapt it into a film and television IP based on the work "Linglong Banquet", how about it?"

"Mr. Tang, I am still quite sincere, and it is really my honor to be able to sign a contract with China Literature." In the face of the olive branch handed by Tang Feng, Chu Xia also officially accepted it.

In early summer, when he saw Tang Feng's serious appearance, he was really curious, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a second when he had long hair fluttering in Russia at that time.

"Okay, then let's sign a contract!" Tang Feng and the assistant handed the two of them any copies of the signing, saying that they had signed their names seriously and shook hands.

If you are not busy, you can visit China Literature Group, how these screenwriters work on weekdays, and the process of film and television IP adaptation, Tang Feng originally wanted to arrange an observation in the company in early summer, but the mobile phone lit up, it was a somewhat familiar call, Fu Beichen called.

As soon as the early summer came out for a while, Fu Shao missed his wife? Tang Feng was about to make a few jokes, but found that the voice over there was not Fu Beichen, but Fu Beichen's assistant Mo Sen, what was going on?

Chu Xia listened to it on the sidelines, it seemed that Fu Beichen called, his face was red, this Tang Feng was joking, it really didn't matter the occasion.

"That's the case, something happened to Mr. Fu's side, and Miss Chuxia needs to rush back immediately!"

"Okay, I got it!" Tang Feng hung up the phone, realizing that this time might not be a trivial matter.

Before he had time to react in early summer, he was dragged to a white sports car by Tang Feng, and he couldn't even name it in early summer.

Along the way, Tang Feng drove so fast that he almost threw everyone out.

What's going on here? This Tang Feng should always say something, right? Sure enough, things gather like and people are grouped, and this Tang Feng's actions are the same as Fu Beichen's.

Tang Feng never spoke along the way, and when he saw the side face of early summer, he actually had the feeling of returning to the time when he was collecting wind in Russia, how could this woman's side face be so similar to the woman back then!

Fu Beichen's love for Chu Xia now touched Tang Feng, Tang Feng actually had an impulse to get back the woman he was back then, I don't know why Ruhua is gone?

If there is a hardship, she should always leave a few words, she is like a leaf, disappearing without a trace, Tang Feng's world has also entered winter from autumn, her heart is desolate, and she can no longer get out.

If there is any doubt about some things, we must get to the bottom of it, a thing always has a result, if this woman is allowed to be tortured inexplicably, then what is the point of a person's life?

Chu Xia seemed to have seen through Tang Feng's thoughts, this man had been using a false appearance to hide his heart, and he didn't dare to admit that he was the one who was abandoned.

Tang Feng was also a scholar at Binshi University at that time, a well-known rich second generation in Binshi, was dumped, this is a scar in his heart that cannot be erased, I don't know, whether face is important, or a person's feeling is more important, Chu Xia sighed.

I don't know when, the car has stopped at the door of the villa, and Chu Xia and Tang Feng hurriedly walked to the room.

Mo Sen and Aunt Zhou have been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Miss Xia, you're finally back!" As if he had seen a life-saving straw, Mawson's eyes lit up.

Chu Xia looked at everyone's panicked faces suspiciously, he just came here, and he didn't know anything.