Jiang Licheng was mercilessly pulled into the study by Fu Wenxiao, and Jiang Licheng looked at Fu Wenxiao sitting on the chair as if he was watching a good show.

"I don't know if the result is a good thing for you, you can see for yourself." After Jiang Licheng handed a few pieces of paper to Fu Wenxiao, he sat on the chair on the other side by himself, picked up a book on the table and rummaged through it.

Fu Wenxiao directly turned the paper to the last page, looked at the final result, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll just say you two don't look alike." Jiang Licheng said casually, not knowing what kind of turns Fu Wenxiao had experienced in his heart.

"Why is that? Why me? Fu Wenxiao threw the appraisal report into the shredder next to him and asked Jiang Licheng who was hanging next to him.

Jiang Licheng suddenly put down the book in his hand, sat upright, and said in a matter-of-fact manner: "What if—I just want to entrust my daughter to you?" ”

"Would you entrust your daughter to a stranger? Besides, it's still a supporting role with no ability to speak of. Fu Wenxiao took a self-deprecating puff of the cigarette in his hand, turned around and stood in front of the window, not knowing what kind of contemplation he had fallen into.

"But, then again, what do you mean by putting people in your house?" Jiang Licheng opened his mouth teasingly.

It's the first time I've seen Fu Wenfeng take a woman back to his nest. Although this woman is a little girl to death, 22 years old is such a beautiful grade, innocent and without a city.

"She just doesn't have a place to go." Fu Wenxiao calmly spoke.

"I've never seen you so kind, you won't really like Jian Ran, right?"

"You think too much, she is really different to me now, and she is a vital part of my plan." Fu Wenxiao snuffed out the cigarette in his hand. A long gaze loomed in the rising clouds of smoke.

When Fu Wenxiao and Jiang Licheng came out of the study, Fu Wenxiao was holding a coat in his hand, and Jiang Licheng followed Fu Wenxiao and was blocked tightly.

Jian Ran thought that the two were going out, so Fu Wenxiao threw his coat into Jian Ran's arms. Jian Ran looked at Fu Wenxiao puzzled.

"Put it on." Fu Wenxiao coldly threw two words to her, and pushed Jiang Licheng out of the door. Jiang Licheng's complaining was cut off by the door.

Jian Ran looked at the clothes in his hand, and then looked at what he was wearing, they were really two old men, what's wrong with wearing suspenders at home in summer?

Jian Ran put her clothes on the sofa, took two carrots, picked up the computer and walked to the room.

Fu Wenfeng watched his clothes abandoned on the sofa unharmed, and the initiator was walking towards the room without care.

What a child. Fu Wenxiao put his clothes aside and couldn't help laughing. Lately, I've been feeling more and more worried about myself like an elder.

For Fu Wenfang, it was a gift that appeared at the right time. So it's not unusual to have a little more care and love, right?

Fu Wenxiao pressed down those strange thoughts, reopened the notebook, and looked at the recent situation and stock trend of the Fu Group.

Jian Ran walked out of the bedroom again because she smelled a very fragrant smell, and she followed the smell and saw Fu Wenfang standing in the kitchen.

He was dressed in a dark blue lounge suit, holding a spoon in his right hand, and was savoring the taste of the soup in the pot. Jian Ran quietly walked into the kitchen.

"So you know how to cook." Jian Ran stood next to Fu Wenxiao and looked at the soup in the pot.

Fu Wenxiao was taken aback by Jian Ran's sudden appearance. glanced at Jian Ran's appearance staring at the soup in the pot. These are completely two people from Mr. Jane, who pretends to be strict and cold in the company.

"What kind of soup is this? It smells pretty good. Jian Ran took a deep breath and unreservedly showed his truth in front of Fu Wenfang.

"Then let's go to the table and wait." Fu Wenxiao turned off the fire and neatly served the soup.

It is winter melon ball soup.

Jian Ran and Fu Wenxiao sat at the dining table, holding a bowl of soup and drinking it slowly.

The roar of cars outside the window and the greetings of neighbors walking their dogs downstairs seemed to have been pressed the mute button. In the whole world, only the soup in front of you and the people in front of you are left.

"Fu Wenxiao, you have done so much because Jane's is worthy, not pitiful, right?" Jian Ran didn't look up, still looking at the bowl of soup in front of him intently. No one knew how Jian Ran mustered up the courage to ask.

Jian Ran felt like a drowning child, in the cold sea, surrounded by emotionless water, and Fu Wenfang was her driftwood, she could only hug him tightly, but she was worried that if she hugged him tightly, Fu Wenfang would not throw her off, but if she hugged her loosely, she would drown.

So she never dared to mention it, didn't dare to ask, what kind of mood do you have for Jane, what kind of role?

She could only comfort herself and force herself to believe in him, because there was nothing else she could do.

It may be that Fu Wenxiao stretched out his hand when he was about to indulge, so Jian Ran had a glimmer of hope.

After being silent for a moment, Jian Ran, who still couldn't get a response, had to look up at Fu Wenxiao. Fu Wenxiao met Jian Ran's eyes. It was as if Fu Wenxiao had been locking his eyes on Jian Ran.

He said word by word.

"No, it's because I need Jane's to prove my worth." Fu Wenxiao told the truth.

"What do you mean?" Jian Ran put down the spoon in his hand and looked at Fu Wenxiao blankly.

"That is to say, maybe Jane needs me, maybe it's not bad to have me, but I do need Jane. You just have to remember that Jane's and I are both prosperous and lossy. ”

This was the first time Fu Wenxiao explained to Jian Ran, and it gave Jian Ran a reassurance.

"Then why Jane's?"

"To be honest, I don't know why your father gave up Jane's to me, just take it as fate."

Fu Wenxiao is like a teacher patiently answering questions for primary school students. Jian Ran still has a lot of questions to ask, but now is not the time, and asking too many questions will appear distrustful. Whether it's true or not, Jane's is the last thing Jian Ran has to protect.

"I believe in you, and I know you're going to be responsible for Jane." Jian Ran responded to Fu Wenxiao's words reverently.

Fu Wenxiao grinned slightly, which was an upward angle.

It's really easy to coax, so easy to trust an outsider, Fu Wenxiao really doesn't know whether to let Jian Ran get rid of this bad habit.

Two people with their own thoughts sat harmoniously around the restaurant drinking the same pot of winter melon ball soup.

No one knows what kind of people they will become in the future and what decisions they will make.

If this encounter is really fate, then Fu Wenxiao hopes that Jian Ran will be his lucky star.

If this encounter is really fate, then Jian Ran hopes that Fu Wenfeng will be his savior.