Chu Yue was very angry with Ma Fulei.

She couldn't wait to see the woman look so ruined and remorseful at her feet.

Look down on Fu Chiye, right?

Wait and see!

See who can have the last laugh!

However, I think so, but Chu Yue doesn't even have Fu Chiye's contact information now, which makes her very annoyed.

If you can't even see people, then it's all meaningless!

What to do?

Just when Chu Yue walked out of the headquarters of Guanghua Media, thinking about how to contact Fu Chiye.

Suddenly.

A bright red sports car attracted Chu Yue's attention.

Seeing a suave man sitting in the sports car, Chu Yue fixed his eyes and felt that the other party was a little familiar.

I thought about it.

Suddenly remembered that this man was not his friend who often corresponded with Chi Ye, Lin Xiangchen?

Seeing each other, Chu Yue's eyes suddenly lit up.

Then he immediately walked towards the other party.

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The other end.

Lu Fan, the lead singer of "Oriental God", who became popular overnight and has countless fans, was called to the office of the company's top boss Mr. Liu.

But.

Mr. Liu, the president of Huayue Media, was obediently staying outside the office at the moment.

Inside the office.

On the leather seat belonging to the president, there is a handsome young man with an extraordinary bearing, he is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his demeanor has a noble elegance and luxury.

It was Fu Chiye.

Lu Fan stood opposite the man, as restrained as a student.

I don't know why, every time I see this man, I feel quite cowardly, and I feel that my aura is half weaker.

He is obviously a "modified person" cultivated in the laboratory, and how can he be afraid of an ordinary person if he is an existence standing at the top of the human race?

Lu Fan was puzzled in his heart, and at the same time took the initiative to ask the man who was looking at him carefully: "What's that, Mr. Fu, if you have anything to say, don't be a riddler." ”

“……”

When Fu Chiye heard this, he suddenly smiled at Lu Fan again, and finally opened his golden mouth and said, "Actually, I came to you for Xiao Jin's business." ”

As soon as this remark came out.

Lu Fan hurriedly broke off the relationship with Chu Xiaojin and said, "I have nothing to do with her!" I haven't seen her lately! ”

"I know."

Fu Chiye smiled and said: "But that girl has been avoiding me all these days, I asked her the reason, she didn't say, I think she has a common language with you, why don't you help me ask the reason?" ”

Although he had only only met Sumire Po.

But.

The contradiction between the two has not been resolved, and he and Sumire still can't meet as much as they wanted before, and he can't even know the reason.

It is very likely that this Lu Fan is from the same place as Sumire Bao.

So the man is thinking.

If Lu Fan is asked to ask, he may be able to ask something.

When Lu Fan heard the man say this, his heart began to beat again, and he hurriedly said, "Don't beat my idea!" Chu Xiaojin didn't tell you, what can I ask? ”

Besides.

Even if he asked, if it was related to the laboratory, then he couldn't tell Fu Chiye!

"Let's try it first."

Fu Chiye smiled kindly, "What if? ”

Lu Fan was speechless in the face of this "male fox", he was rich and noble, and he couldn't bend to be lewd and mighty, and said very principledly: "Mr. Fu, I really can't help with what you said, what am I involved in the matter of the two of you?" ”

Hearing this, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, "Can't you really help?" ”

"I can't help, I really can't help!"

Lu Fan insisted.

"Fifty million."

The man began to count, smiled and said, "What if you could ask for a little useful information and tell me that I will give you fifty million?" ”

Lu Fan said: "Mr. Fu, this is not about money, okay!" ”

Fu Chiye was unmoved, and continued to report: "Eighty million." ”

Lu Fan: "...... Don't tempt me, I said, it's not about money. ”

Fu Chiye: "One hundred million." ”

Lu Fan: "............ Why are you like this? Don't try to corrupt me with money......"

Fu Chiye: "150 million." ”

Lu Fan: "You, you ......"

Fu Chiye: "Two hundred million." ”

Lu Fan: "......"

Fu Chiye: "Three hundred million." ”

Lu Fan: "...... Success, deal. ”