Fu Yanxing's answer was too official, and even cut off Jin Yuwei's opportunity to contact him in the future.

The corners of Jin Yuwei's lips twitched slightly, and her eyelids drooped. Could it be that this trick doesn't work?

It doesn't matter if it doesn't work, anyway, Jin Yuwei is sticking to him. He also had to get him to agree, be a defense lawyer for himself, and overturn the case for his father.

The girl didn't give up and sent a message to the past, and her tone looked aggrieved.

[The Dream of 900 Million Young Men]: QAQ, Uncle Fu, have you forgiven me? You don't know, it's because I think Uncle Fu doesn't like me, I can't eat these days, and I can't sleep well......"

Fu Yanxing: "......"

Can't eat, can't sleep well, is she looking for the wrong person?

In the conference room, the director of Mediterranean, who was standing in front of the projector to give a speech PPT, saw the complicated expression of the boss sitting opposite him, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

He looked at Fu Yanxing cautiously and asked, "Third Master, it's me...... Is there something wrong with the PPT just now? ”

Fu Yanxing was pulled back to his thoughts by the director's words.

He came back to his senses and looked as indifferent as ever.

The warm sun outside the window shone into the room, and between the man's eyebrows, a faint layer of gold was plated.

A cold voice rang out in the room, "No, go on." ”

The director of the Mediterranean, who pinched the sweat, finally continued to tremble and make a speech PPT.

Fu Yanxing put down his phone and didn't look at the news again.

At the other end of the Royal Villa, Jin Yu didn't have the heart to nibble on snacks, and devoted herself to how to talk to Fu Yanxing.

It's cool for a while, and it's good to please the crematorium.

Sad, sad!

Forget it, let's write the manuscript. It's more important to make money.

Jin Yuwei inquired about it, Fu Yanxing's previous charging standard, even if it was a simple consultation, it was 10,000 yuan an hour.

Even if she really asked Fu Yanxing to help her fight a lawsuit and become a defense lawyer, she would have to have money.

Although in the short term, she is not short of money to spend, but no one will dislike having more money.

Jin Yuwei moved the computer to the living room, sat cross-legged on the wool carpet, and put the computer on the coffee table to code words.

She reads the message once every half an hour, and Fu Yanxing really doesn't reply to her messages.

When she finished writing the day's updates, Fu Yanxing still didn't reply to the message, and Jin Yuwei couldn't sit still.

She sent several messages to Fu Yanxing in a row.

[The Dream of 900 Million Young Men]: Uncle Fu QAQ, I really know that I was wrong, you just forgive me, okay?

In order to look soft and cute, she deliberately pulled out a GIF expression of a white ragdoll cat eating hands at the bottom of the box from a bunch of sand sculpture panda head emojis.

Weak, pitiful, helpless .gif

After Fu Yanxing said that, he really never replied to her message.

Jin Yuwei opened the software, ordered takeout, turned on the TV, and waited for news from Fu Yanxing while watching Korean dramas.

The takeaways have arrived, but Fu Yanxing still hasn't replied to his messages.

Jin Yu sighed slightly and muttered, "Waiting for Fu Yanxing to reply to the news is more torturous than waiting for her boyfriend to reply to the message!" ”

Wait a minute?! Boyfriend, what is she thinking!!

Bah! Even if she finds a little white face, she will never fall in love with Fu Yanxing's big pig's trotters!

Jin Yu stared at Fu Yanxing with the portrait of the little eight heads slightly angrily, and said hatefully, "Hmph! Big pig's trotters, awkward and weird, I've bowed my head, can't you be generous? Take a step back and open the sky!! ”