Towering Fu Tower.

Fu Mochuan was sitting behind the large desk processing documents, and the phone in the corner of the desk suddenly rang rapidly.

"I'm sorry, President, Miss An Qing has to see you, I didn't stop her, she has already taken the elevator up."

The voice of the front desk lady came from inside, Fu Mochuan hummed, and hung up the phone casually.

Miss Anjing?

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and just leaned back on the leather chair, there was a commotion outside the door, and the next second, the office door was pushed open.

He raised his eyes and looked coldly at the woman who appeared by the door.

"You get out."

He waved lightly, sent away the nervous secretary, An Qing threw the door and walked towards him with high heels.

Fu Mochuan squinted at her, and there was no expression on his angular face.

An Qing didn't speak, and when she got closer, she casually put her handbag on the desk, and the next second, she tore off her coat and threw it on the floor.

Under the coat is a black low-necked base dress, sex. Feeling and enchanting.

Under Fu Mochuan's cold and pressing gaze, she walked around the desk and sat straight on his lap.

"Roll ......"

Fu Mochuanjun's face tightened, and before he finished his cold word, An Qing leaned over, wrapped his thin arms around his neck, lowered his head and bit his lip.

When she was like glue, she also took the initiative to kiss him, which was young, but she could easily arouse his enthusiasm.

Fu Mochuan was slightly stunned, the fragrant fragrance belonging to her penetrated into his nose, and the familiar and charming breath made him feel in a trance for a moment.

After reacting, the corners of his eyes narrowed dangerously, and he grabbed the back of her head with his backhand, pressed her back against the desk, and pressed it down.

Today's An Qing cooperated abnormally, as if she had returned to the time when they were in love a few years ago, Xiaoshuang pulled the clothes on his waist and responded to him tenderly.

The kiss grew deeper and longer, and the man's movements were uncontrollable.

With a stabbing sound, An Qing's skirt was torn by him, and almost at the same time, he suddenly let go and pushed her away.

An Qing's back slammed into the desk, frowning slightly in pain, he took half a step back, condescending, and his thin lips outlined a cold arc.

"Look at your cheap look, you are so short of men, do you want me to find a few for you?" ”

It was as if a basin of cold water was poured down on her face, even if she was mentally prepared, An Qing's heart was still cold.

She didn't speak, brushed her messed long hair, walked around the desk, picked up her handbag, walked to the sofa in the room and sat down, took out her mobile phone from the bag, fiddled with it a few times, and then looked up again, her pretty face was as indifferent as water.

"Mr. Fu, I recorded the scene just now, you say, is the film sent to the media, or is it passed on to your sweetheart?"

Fu Mochuan's sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and his black eyes were gloomy.

"You designed me?"

"Otherwise?" An Qing sneered coldly, "Mr. Fu is in charge of ten thousand chickens, I am not embarrassed to bother you if I lack a man." ”

Fu Mochuan looked at her, suddenly lifted his lips coldly, and walked towards her with a step, An Qing looked up at him and smiled faintly.

"Does Fu always want to destroy the corpse and destroy the evidence? It's a pity, I just recorded it, and I've already sent it to a friend. ”

Fu Mochuan's footsteps were sluggish, and then he stepped forward quickly, leaned over and pressed her onto the sofa.

"Is that enough? Do you want me to make a full set? ”

An Qing's whole body fell on the sofa, looking up at the sarcasm in the man's eyebrows, and there was no expression on her little face.

"Yes, just right, I called your woman before I came, Mr. Fu, your ability, you can hold on until she comes."

Hearing this, Fu Mo Chuanjun's face was full of anger, and the big palm pressed on the side of her neck tightened, An Qing was suffocated, and she almost couldn't breathe.

"An Qing, I really underestimated you."

"Each other, each other." She pushed him hard and glared at him-for-tat: "Mr. Fu's methods also impressed me." ”

"What did I do?"

Fu Mochuan really had the rush to strangle her at this moment. It's good that he doesn't trouble this woman, she just comes over to make him angry.

"Xu Na is one of your women, without Mr. Fu's instructions, how could she be willing to destroy her reputation and frame Bi Dong for harassment?"

Fu Mochuan finally understood, and his eyes became even colder when he looked at her.

"You've done so much for that man?"

"Let go of me."

When he spoke, his big palm was slightly loose, and An Qing pushed hard, struggling out from under his hand.

"Whatever you think, the video just now changed Bi Dong's innocence, Fu Mochuan, I failed you, if you have any dissatisfaction, just come at me, don't get involved with others."

Others?

Fu Mochuan laughed angrily, for the sake of irrelevant others, she came over to act in this scene, and did not hesitate to be his enemy again.

Thinking of the situation when he met Bi Dong outside the elevator that night, a nameless fire surged from the bottom of his heart, he didn't say a word, took a half step back, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a number to go out.

"Cheng Yuan, go check on Bi Dong, yes, I heard that it's sex. Harassment, whether it's true or not, I want him to be real! ”

An Qing's beautiful apricot eyes widened, and the rolling anger made her eyes dazzling, and Fu Mochuan was upset.

"Fu Mochuan, you are still not a man, use all these dirty methods!"

"Don't you know if I'm a man or not?"

Fu Mochuan was sarcastic, and the figure half a head taller than her was cold and solemn, filled with a bloodthirsty aura.

Such Fu Mochuan is strange and dangerous.

An Qing looked up at him, her eyes flashing with disappointment, discouragement, indifference, and even ...... Resentment.

Fu Mochuan stared at her expression, and his jaw with clear lines was tightened.

"The video just now, how you want to use it, see who is the first to lose your reputation in the end."

Fu Mochuan's words made An Qing even more desperate, today's scene was originally a desperate bet on her, but it turned out that not only did it not work, but it hurt Bi Dong.

It's that she's so ridiculous, how can a man with a changed heart still let her take what she wants like before.

"Miss Fan!"

There was a specially raised voice from the conversation secretary outside the door, and Fu Mochuan's face darkened.

She's really exhausted.

An Qing didn't say anything more, picked up her coat from the floor, didn't wear it, just held it in her hand, picked up the bag with the other hand, raised her foot and walked out.

The door opened, and Van Lowe appeared outside the door, followed by an embarrassed-looking secretary.

An Qing walked over without squinting, and Fan Luowei saw her torn skirt at a glance, and the fire of jealousy burned thickly in her eyes.

An Qing swept past her with a blind eye, her haughty and indifferent posture seemed to be a kind of show-off, and Fan Luowei curled up her fingertips tightly.

"Brother Mochuan......"

Behind him, Fan Luowei's coquettish voice was heard, and the office door immediately closed.

The secretary glanced at An Qing with disdain, and said contemptuously, "This young lady, come with me." ”

An Qing's footsteps paused slightly, and she followed the secretary inexplicably, only to see her walk to the desk, open the drawer, and take out a few banknotes from it and throw them on the table.

"What do you mean?" An Qing looked at her expressionlessly.

"Too little?" The secretary pursed his lips and looked her up and down a few times sarcastically: "Mr. Fu's dragon bed is either a celebrity or a big star, how much more do you want for this kind of goods?" If it weren't for sticking it upside down, it wouldn't be worth licking Mr. Fu's shoes. ”

An Qing only felt that her heart was very blocked, it seemed that Fu Mochuan did that kind of thing in the office, and the secretary was familiar with it.

Very good, she finally understood today what it means to be humiliated.

The elevator door slid open, and she was stunned, and she was stunned to see Fu Weinian appear in the car.

Fu Weinian also saw her at the same time, saw her outside the door, as if waiting for herself to go out, leaned over and dragged her, and closed the elevator again.

The elevator slowly fell, An Qing shook him off, moved a few steps to the side, and looked at the constantly beating numbers on the elevator buttons.

"Why don't you go out, the dignified Fu family is young, there is nothing to do?"

Fu Weinian leaned over, his tall body leaning behind her, blowing in her ear.

"I think you're more important."

An Qing was made excited by him, goosebumps rose, and she moved half a step away in disgust, but fortunately, Fu Weinian did not continue to entangle, and in the reflection of the elevator, he saw him holding his hands on his chest and staring at her with deep eyes.

"What about you, coming to him?"

An Qing pursed her lips and was silent, and when she heard him say again: "When I came over just now, I saw Miss Fan, hehe, the new love and the old love are all together, and the third brother is really blessed!" ”

An Qing ignored his taunt, thought about it, and turned to look at him.

"Fu Weinian, don't you want to cooperate with me, I need you to help me now."

"What, you want to test my abilities?"

Fu Weinian really didn't have a good word, An Qing pretended not to hear it, and seriously mentioned Bi Dong's matter, Fu Weinian's eyes flashed, and he didn't say anything.

At this time, the elevator sank and stopped on the first floor, and Fu Weinian grabbed An Qing's hand.

"Help you, let me see your sincerity first."

After speaking, he led An Qing out of the elevator room, and later, instead hugged her waist and walked out of the Fu Mansion as if intimacy.

For Bi Dong, An Qing endured and didn't get rid of him.

Sitting in his sports car, An Qing said with a cold face: "Da Shao, don't forget our agreement, we are just a cooperative relationship." ”

Fu Weinian smiled, and in her defensive gaze, leaned down and thoughtfully buckled her seat belt.

He took An Qing to the fashion store, saying that it was for the party, and chose a set of casual clothes for each of them.

Then, the two went to a French dinner.

The restaurant is beautifully and romanticly furnished, with fresh roses on the table and the scent of flowers amidst soothing music.

Fu Weinian's three-dimensional and handsome facial features, in the dim orange light, also seem to be dyed with a special charm.

But An Qing didn't have any appetite at all.

After the meal, she rejected Fu Weinian's offer to take her home and flagged down a taxi outside the restaurant.

Not long after the car dealership, An Xin called her, and after answering, she heard her say: "An Qing, there are more sneaky people near my home these days, and some people have asked neighbors for news about me and Wan'er." ”

She looked at the night scene outside the car window, and her eyes were uneasy.

"In that case, come here, I've already cleaned up the room......"