Chapter 939: The Aesthetics of Fraud (28)
Standing at the door and thinking for a while, Wen Cha opened the door and walked in.
At that time, Fu Han was talking on the phone in the bedroom.
"I've checked what I asked you to check?"
"I haven't checked it in Tibet for three months, but Zhou Ya has already found an opportunity to send her to City B, and now she is making a half-year report in their head office, and it is estimated that she can stay in City B for three days, and she can find a time to meet with her."
"I see." Fu Han hung up the phone and pulled out Zhou Ya's information from the mailbox alone, with a thin anger in his eyes that had not dissipated.
Wen Cha couldn't sleep in the room left and right, got up and put on a mask, sat on the sofa and read fashion magazines.
The mobile phone on his side rang suddenly, and Wen Cha picked it up and saw that it was a studio number.
- The three-month mission is coming to an end, how is the mission completed?
Wen Cha frowned, during the completion of the task, the studio rarely sends such a message, what is going on?
- Now that someone is checking your identity, you are already at risk of being exposed, and if the task cannot be completed, the team will send someone to replace you as soon as possible.
Revealing your identity?
Wen Cha's fingers clenched slightly, who would check her at this time?
Ning Sheng and Ning Pearl definitely won't, and Liang Zixu doesn't doubt her tendencies, the only thing that is-
Wen Cha's eyes were deep, and he really found himself in trouble.
She quickly tapped a few clicks on the screen of her phone.
- Before the mission time, the replacement request will not be accepted.
The studio doesn't force it.
- Protect your identity and ask the studio for support as soon as possible if you have any difficulties.
ββOK
After sending this message, Wen Cha found Fu Han's phone number and sent a text message.
- Did you sleep?
Fu Han put down the mouse, glanced at his phone, and ignored her words.
Wen Cha was not annoyed, and continued to send - Doctor Fu, I have something I want to tell you.
Fu Han took the phone.
- said.
Wen Cha: Let's break up.
Fu Han: ......
Wen Cha: Today's events, I think about it, I haven't fallen asleep until now, I think about it a lot, I feel like I can't do what you like, we started inexplicably, and the personality is also very inappropriate, while everyone hasn't paid more feelings, let's separate as soon as possible.
Fu Han: ......
Wen Cha: I know that I said this in the middle of the night very abruptly, but my attitude is very serious, I hope you can understand me, of course you are also a very good person, you will meet better people than me in the future, thank you for taking care of me during this time, I'm sorry.
You'll meet someone better than me in the future.
This sentence is one of the most scummy breakup quotations, and it is quite annoying to be said by Wen Cha.
Break up and break up, and pretend to say this kind of blessing, it's really toxic.
Fu Han was still angry, but when he saw these three text messages, he was a little blinded by his sanity.
It's just that there was a little contradiction, and the cold war was agreed, but it evolved into a hand in less than one night, can it still be faster?
After sending the text message, Wen Cha breathed a sigh of relief.
Can't you hide if you can't afford to provoke it?
Dr. Fu is so curious, it is better to forget it, she can live as she wants in the future, and she doesn't need him to dictate.
She threw away her phone, removed her half-wet mask, and paced back into the bedroom to get ready for bed, when there was a knock on the door before she could reach the bedroom door.
Wen Cha raised his eyebrows, feeling that the comer was not good.
But she can ignore it.
She unscrewed the bedroom door and pretended not to hear it, but the phone suddenly rang again, and the three big words "Dr. Fu" on the screen were shocking.
Wen Cha: Can "......" be more miserable?
There was no chicken jelly in the warm tea, so I turned off the mobile phone directly.
As soon as the bell stopped, so did the knocking on the door outside.
It is estimated that Dr. Fu has died.
Wen Cha walked to the back of the door on tiptoe, and glanced out through the cat's eye, the door to the door was half-hidden, and Dr. Fu was at the door of her room with a ghost-like pestle, staring at the door coldly, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, obviously about to be angry.
Wen Cha was shocked and didn't dare to look at it anymore.
Fu Han seemed to know that she was behind the door, and his keen eyes almost turned into substance through the cat's eyes, and fell on her, poking a big hole in her.
"Open the door."
Wen Cha's body stiffened, how did he find out that she was coming?
"Don't make me say it a second time." Fu Han was in a very bad mood, and even his tone dropped ice slag.
Wen Cha hypnotized himself but didn't hear it, and planned to go back and continue sleeping.
Fu Han was like being able to see through, "If you dare to run, I will tear down your door, do you believe it or not?" β
Wen Cha shuddered and stopped moving.
"Open the door." Fu Han repeated his previous words.
Wen Cha rolled her eyes, didn't she say it a second time?
"We've broken up."
Knowing that he couldn't escape, Wen Cha didn't pretend anymore, relaxed his body and leaned against the back of the door, "Didn't you see all the text messages I sent you?" β
"I don't agree."
Wen Cha snorted, and said very domineeringly: "I don't care if you agree or not, I'm informing you."
Fu Han: "......"
"I used to be with you, I thought you were good-looking, and it was quite face-saving to take you out, but now I regret it, I think you can't be eaten as a meal if you look good, I prefer to be rich."
Fu Han's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I'm poor?"
"More than that," Wen Cha shook his head and continued to die: "I still annoy you, you have a dead face all day long, and you are depressed when you look at it."
Fu Han began to emit black air all over his body, "That's why you broke up with me?" β
"Pretty much." Wen Cha sighed, "In fact, there is another reason, that is, you have a bad temper, you always control me, I have no free time at all except for work, this kind of life is too harsh for a big beauty like me, if my beauty is not shown to others, then what is the meaning of existence?" β
Fu Han: "......" so she should be disfigured, right?
Wen Cha didn't know what he was thinking at all, and continued: "Think about it, I'm such a young and beautiful girl, how can there be such a good thing to endure that you have no money to endure your bad temper and be obedient to you?"
Fu Han: "......"
Fu Han couldn't help but be a little unable to resist his own desolate power.
If I knew this would happen, I should have cooked such a and let her know what a bad temper is.
"I need a little freedom to do what I want, but you don't even give me that little freedom, so let's break up."
Wen Cha thought that he had said that he was dead, after all, no man could accept such dislike.
"What I'm saying now is true, and there is no suspicion of irrationality or arrogance, so let's stop here."
Fu stared coldly at the door, looking unresponsive to her words, but his eyes were already cold and frozen.
"Open the door."
"I'm not open." Just kidding, now put him in, if he is born of love and hate, he will definitely be broken into countless pieces of minced meat, okay? She's not so naΓ―ve.