At night, the moon is on the top.

The Yan family is lively, and guests are constantly coming and going.

In the guest room on the second floor, Song Qingyu covered her lips and coughed lightly, handing a document to the man opposite.

Yan Shaoqin smiled lightly: "This is?" ”

"I know you're buying a stake in Dingsheng Pharmaceutical, and the total number of loose shares in your hands is 36 percent, right?" Song Qingyu leaned on the leather sofa, with a beautiful appearance and a bewitching figure, even if she was sick for a long time, she still did not lose her style.

The beauty is not in the skin, her bone color and skin are all accounted for.

Yan Shaoqin looked her up and down for a long time, and the corners of his lips hooked up a meaningful smile: "So Miss Song is planning to cooperate with me?" ”

Song Qingyu's lips closed slightly: "I have fifteen percent of the shares in Dingsheng, and I can sell you thirteen percent of them." ”

Before Yan Shaoqin could speak, Yan Miao couldn't sit still, Song Qingyu was her best friend, of course she had to help her best friend speak: "Brother, you only make money and don't lose money on this deal, so you signed it!" ”

Yan Shaoqin glanced at his sister who was eating inside and out: "Thirteen percent of the equity, just want to exchange for three percent of my shares in the Song family?" Which is more important, Dingsheng and the Song family, isn't Miss Song clear? ”

The Yan family and the Song family got a little close in the early years, Yan Shaoqin's mother is the grandniece of the old man Song, and she loves her very much on weekdays, Yan Shaoqin's mother gave her three percent of the Song family's shares with a stroke of a pen when she got married, and now these three percent naturally fall into Yan Shaoqin's hands.

"Song's three percent of the shares can only take annual dividends, but the thirteen percent I give you is different, Fu Tingshen's shares in the heyday are forty-nine percent, and the loose shares in your hand plus the one I gave you are exactly forty-nine percent. You can compete with Fu Tingshen in Dingsheng and get half of the right to speak. Song Qingyu smiled: "Yan Shao, this deal is not a loss." ”

Yan Shaoqin's eyes darkened slightly, stared at Song Qingyu for a few seconds, and said with a smile after a moment: "It is worthy of being the daughter of the Song family, I signed the contract." ”

As soon as Yan Miao heard that his brother wanted to sign, he hurriedly handed over the pen, and Yan Shaoqin signed his name on the document with a big stroke of the pen.

"It's a pleasure to work with." Song Qingyu stood up, got up a little harder, coughed a few more times, and turned red.

Song Qingyu said happy birthday and then planned to leave, originally she came to talk about business today, but the crowd outside was full of noise in her ears.

Yan Shaoqin watched the slender back disappear, and the interest in his eyes was even greater: "This is the weak and bullying little white rabbit friend in your mouth?" ”

Yan Miao: "Yes, what's wrong?" ”

Yan Shaoqin knocked on Yan Miao's head: "Idiot." ”

Yan Miao said unhappily: "Brother, how can you speak, it is a loss that Qingyu just sold you the shares of Thirteen." ”

"Do you know why she only sold me thirteen of the fifteen shares in her hand? The remaining two percent in her hand is the life of me and Fu Tingshen, and in the future, if we make her unhappy, she will be able to sell the shares to another person. ”

In other words, she not only got three percent of Song's shares, but also got excellent control of Dingsheng.

Yan Miao didn't understand business matters, but she could roughly understand the meaning, she clapped her hands happily: "I didn't expect Qingyu to be so smart!" It is worthy of being my friend of Yan Miao! ”

Yan Shaoqin looked at his sister, who didn't have a long brain, and really had a headache, so he drove people out with a cold face.

Song Qingyu avoided crowded places and walked all the way to the backyard, and before coming in, she asked Uncle Chang to go around the car to the back door.

The Yan family's manor is very large, and there is a swimming pool in the backyard, and many young men and women open champagne and play games by the pool.

Song Qingyu sent a message to Yan Miao as she walked, informing her that she had gone home first, and before the message was finished, her arm was suddenly held, her whole body was crooked, and she was pulled behind the glass door.

The lights in the corridor went out somehow, and it was pitch black all around, and Song Qingyu panicked in her heart, trying to break free from the embrace that suffocated her.

As much as she struggles, there is as much strength as the other side.

The tip of his nose smelled a vague smell of tobacco, which was very familiar, and Song Qingyu's heart that was originally panicked and frightened suddenly fell back into place, and he was inexplicably relieved.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Fu Wenzhou, you're not finished!" ”

The man's breath was hot, intertwined with her ear: "It's not over, it's never over." ”

Song Qingyu didn't know what to say for a while.

Fu Wenzhou did not give up, firmly holding the person in his arms, his palms rubbing restlessly on his waist, and his eyes were full of strong desire and unwillingness: "Don't contact again?" Song Qingyu, who allowed you to say this, huh? ”

Song Qingyu wanted to dodge, but she couldn't dodge at all, she could only withstand his attack, her curled eyelashes were stained with a layer of mist because of anger and shame, she bit her lower lip lightly, and glared at Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou's heart seemed to have been lightly hit by cotton, and it was soft. But when I thought of her being so ruthless to myself, the depression that I had just suppressed came back again.

With a slight force in his palm, he brought the person up a little, and kissed him involuntarily.

"Hmm!"

Song Qingyu let out a low voice, and she could still hear the noise outside in her ears.

One door away.

She didn't dare to imagine that if someone happened to open this door and walked in now, seeing this scene, how she and Fu Wenzhou would deal with themselves in the future.

She wanted to break free of his shackles, but the man became more excessive because of her resistance, her long legs pushed against her, the long kiss was deep and lingering, extending all the way down, Song Qingyu's body trembled slightly, and she almost couldn't support it and slipped down.

Fortunately, Fu Wenzhou held her up in time, and simply picked her up against the wall.

Song Qingyu finally got a breather, and her voice was crying: "Don't be like this, there are ...... people outside."

She couldn't even finish her words, her lips were choked again, the footsteps in the distance gradually became clear, Song Qingyu's confused eyes suddenly became clear, she pushed Fu Wenzhou desperately, afraid that she would be known to be doing these unseemly things here.

Fu Wenzhou stubbornly hooked his lips, as if punishing, leaving marks on her fine white tender flesh.

The conversation between the two outside the door was getting closer and closer, and the moment the door was pushed open, Song Qingyu was taken into her arms, and it was dark in front of her, and there were clothes covering her head.

She was hugged by Fu Wenzhou and left the Yan family.

Song Chang waited outside for a long time, and when he saw Fu Wenzhou holding someone into the car, he paved until Song Qingyu's angry voice came out from inside: "Uncle Chang, drive!" ”

Song Qingyu tore off her suit jacket and threw it out the window, urging Song Chang to leave quickly.

Fu Wenzhou picked up the clothes and carefully patted the dust off them.

Yuzu wore it, and he was reluctant to throw it.