Assistant Yan coughed beside him, and once again quickly picked up Song Nana's umbrella, put it away, and handed it to her.

Song Nanai took it silently, and under the thick curly eyelashes, a ghostly light flashed.

Song Yushuang was stunned by this out.

She's stupid.

Could it be that Song Nanai really hooked up with Mr. Fu?

Knowing this, she shouldn't have given Song Nanai to Manager Wang before.

Song Nana was raised by her and is her daughter, and now that she has been taken by Fu Tingchuan, as long as Song Nana blows some pillow wind, she may not only be able to re-enter the Fu family, but also possibly be promoted.

Thinking like this, Song Yushuang hurriedly smiled at Song Nana, "Blame me, if I knew that Nana knew Mr. Fu, I wouldn't be so anxious to call Nana out, Nana didn't rest well last night, and she didn't eat this morning." ”

She glanced at Fu Tingchuan hintively, "If Mr. Fu is fine, why don't you stay and have breakfast?" ”

As soon as her voice fell, she thought that Fu Tingchuan had come to work, and he should have eaten breakfast, so he hurriedly said:

"I just want to thank Mr. Fu, I was deceived before and almost hurt Nana, if it weren't for Mr. Fu, I really don't know what to do."

Song Yushuang held an umbrella with one hand and grabbed the hem of her clothes tightly with the other, the expectation in her eyes was undisguised, for fear that Fu Tingchuan would reject her.

Fu Tingchuan put his eyes on her at this time, his pupils were extremely dark, and being looked at with such eyes, Song Yushuang only felt a chill behind him.

The smile on her face froze, and before she could react, she heard Assistant Yan whisper: "Mr. Fu, it's almost time." ”

Mr. Fu also has a business council this morning.

Fu Tingchuan raised his hand and looked at his watch, then nodded lightly, and was just about to turn around, his eyebrows moved, and his gaze moved down to Song Nanai's skirt.

The little girl was wet all over, and her summer clothes were already light and thin, but at this moment, she was even more delicate, and the willows were weak and delicate.

From time to time, he glanced at him quickly, and lowered his head quickly, as if he were some kind of flood beast.

Song Nanai lowered her head, held the umbrella that had been collected, pulled the strap on the umbrella, glued it up and ripped it off, and the tip of her nose was the sandalwood that Fu Tingchuan's string of Buddhist beads lingered.

According to the original plot, Fu Tingchuan should take pity on her and take her to his nearby apartment.

Kanaya Zangjiao.

However, as soon as he thought about it, Fu Tingchuan handed the umbrella to Song Nanai and asked her to hold it.

Song Nana glanced at him, and the next moment, Fu Tingchuan took off his coat and covered Song Nana's head.

Song Nana's eyes were dark, she pulled off her clothes, and saw Fu Tingchuan's bony hand holding a business card.

"You can come to me if you need it." Fu Tingchuan looked at her, and when he looked at the black and white round eyes, his demeanor was in a trance for a moment.

But soon his face cooled again, he glanced at Song Nana deeply, and left with his feet up.

Assistant Yan walked in and raised the umbrella to Fu Tingchuan's head, and the backs of the two of them were hazy in the rain.

And Song Nanai held Fu Tingchuan's umbrella in one hand and his business card in the other, and slowly made a question mark in her heart.

What about the good gold house Zangjiao?

The round cat pupils were dyed with water, sparkling, very beautiful, the tails of her eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of her lips overflowed with a smile.

Interesting.

Her gaze fell on the nameplate of the umbrella handle again, and a sneer overflowed from the bottom of her heart.

An umbrella costs thousands of dollars.

Voluptuous.