Song Nana's hands were a little dirty, and when she put it on Fu Tingchuan's hand, there were droplets of water dripping on Fu Tingchuan's cuffs along her fingertips.

Fu Tingchuan glanced at it, and his gaze became even lighter.

As soon as Song Nana got up and stood firm, Fu Tingchuan quickly let go of his hand.

He took out a square towel from his pocket, his indifferent eyebrows and eyes were a little cold, and he wiped the water stains on his hands in front of Song Nana.

There is a feeling of dislike for Song Nana.

Song Nana was laughed at angrily.

Her cheeks were flushed with anger, and Fu Tingchuan's face was clearly reflected in her cat-like round eyes, and Song Nanai's eyes were a little angry.

Fu Tingchuan didn't take Song Nanai in his eyes.

For him, today's move is just because of Song Nana's face that resembles Xie Qinghan.

His faint gaze fell on Assistant Yan beside him, and Assistant Yan quickly picked up the umbrella that Song Nana had dropped next to him and handed it to Song Nana.

Song Nana thanked him in a low voice.

Song Yushuang didn't react at first, but now when she saw Fu Tingchuan actually getting out of the car and pulling Song Nana up, her eyes lit up instantly, and she directly ignored her sprained ankle, and her already mean face was dyed a little more calculating at the moment.

She hurriedly raised a fake smile and endured the pain and leaned over to Fu Tingchuan's side: "Mr. Fu, do you remember me?" I'm Song Yushuang, the deputy manager of the marketing department of Fushi Group——"

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Fu Tingchuan raising his hand.

Fu Tingchuan's gaze did not fall on Song Yushuang from beginning to end, his cold eyebrows and eyes looked more and more noble in the rain and mist, and the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist was dyed with a faint sandalwood.

He looked at Song Nana.

Song Nana lowered her head and looked at her toes.

Song Yushuang next to her quickly patted Song Nanai on the shoulder, "This is Mr. Fu, you saw it yesterday, why don't you hurry up and say hello?" ”

The calculation on Song Yushuang's face was undisguised.

Manager Wang is about to be promoted, but she is not the only deputy manager in the marketing department, so she can't wait to please him.

By chance, I learned that Manager Wang had a crush on Song Nana, and Song Yushuang naturally gave her to Manager Wang without hesitation.

In Song Yushuang's opinion, she raised Song Nana until she was eighteen years old, and now it was time for Song Nana to repay her.

And Manager Wang has just divorced, and she will be promoted again in a few days, and her future is limitless, if Song Nanai can win Manager Wang's favor and marry Manager Wang, then her life will be better in the future.

Song Yushuang felt that she was doing good for Song Nana.

Seeing that Song Nana was motionless like a wooden stake, she was so angry that she pinched Song Nana hard.

Song Nana's eyes instantly turned red, she quickly looked up at Fu Tingchuan, and quickly lowered her head, her voice trembled slightly: "Fu, Mr. Fu." ”

Although she moved quickly, Fu Tingchuan still saw that delicate and beautiful face.

The cat-like round eyes were wet, the tails of the eyes were red, and the tip of the nose was also red, especially on the white and tender cheeks, as if he had been greatly wronged.

I don't know why, Fu Tingchuan only felt a tightness in his heart.

The hand reacted faster than the brain, and he reached out and pulled Song Nana into his side, directly under his umbrella, and Song Nana's umbrella fell to the ground again.

She looked at him in a daze, the eyelashes on her lower eyelids were also very long, and at this moment there was a crystal clear tear hanging on it, which could not be dropped, and the whole person was indescribably pitiful and harmless.

Fu Tingchuan reached out and pinched her face: "Afraid of me? ”

Song Nana: "......"

Her expression was unusually stunned.