For several days, Qin Feiyu refused to answer all of Yu Chenyi's calls, text messages, etc., but he ignored them and did not reply, and devoted himself to work.

"Qin Feiyu, help me print this document!"

"Qin Feiyu, help me go to the twenty-first floor to get the sample!"

"Qin Feiyu, send this document to the quality control department on the eleventh floor!"

……

Every day, Qin Feiyu kept running around, serving tea and water, and doing some inconsequential, but very tedious chores.

During the day, after a tiring day in the company, and when she came home at night, she also had to hold the computer to supplement the information and data of all the products in the company's market, as well as the appearance design, etc., so the day she moved was delayed again and again, and she had no choice but to call the landlord and change the date of moving, and the landlord was also very talkative, and agreed very happily, and also said that she would start to calculate the rent from the day she officially moved in.

How did she know that her real landlord was actually Fu Jingye.

However, although life is busy, she feels very fulfilling.

She loves the feeling and gives her a sense of finding her lost self.

On the other hand, in order to prevent her friend Qin Feiyu from seeing that she had something on her mind, Song Wanwan took the initiative to apply to stay on the night shift, and deliberately staggered the time of going to and from work with Qin Feiyu.

In this way, every night, when she came home, Qin Feiyu had already gone out to work, and when Qin Feiyu came home from work at night, she had already gone out to work, although she was very tired in this way, she had no choice.

……

Australia.

The old house of the Fu family.

The whole house, both from the exterior and the interior decoration, is very retro, and it is also the kind of retro that is more Chinese style.

In the huge living room, there were four people sitting.

Fu Jingye, Fu Jingyao, and a middle-aged man and a young man.

Fu Jingye and Fu Jingyao sat together, while the young man sat on the single sofa some distance away from them, and the other middle-aged man sat on the single sofa opposite the young man.

The young man's name is Jiang Kai, and he is the eldest son of middle-aged men Jiang Jinrong and Fu Fengyun.

Of the four people, Fu Jingye held the tablet phone and looked at the email sent to him by the secretary Yunyan, Fu Jingyao held the mobile phone and played the king pesticide, Jiang Kai kept holding the mobile phone and talking on the phone, as for Jiang Jinrong, he looked at today's financial newspapers and headlines with a focused face.

Throughout the living room, there was something unusual about the quiet.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman's voice sounded, "Sister-in-law Liu, is my bird's nest porridge ready?" ”

I saw the middle-aged woman wearing a dark red fishtail dress, holding on to the escalator, stepping step by step, stepping down from the upstairs, her gestures were very elegant, her face was wearing the appropriate shade of makeup, and her hair was curled at the back of her head, it can be seen that she is a rigorous and meticulous person.

"Simmer on a small fire, I'll serve it for you."

"Remember to cool it for a while before serving it to me."

"Yes!"

Sister-in-law Liu left in response.

The middle-aged woman came to the living room, glanced at Fu Jingye and Fu Jingyao who were seated, sneered, did not speak, and sat down on another single sofa.

The maid on the side consciously served a cup of black tea to the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman picked up the black tea in front of her, took a shallow sip, and said lightly: "I heard that you have reached a cooperation with a makeup artist surnamed Gao, why, after the clothing industry, do you plan to develop the cosmetics industry?" ”

The middle-aged woman's words sounded like a casual question, but in reality, it was not.