As soon as Xu Lai walked out of the office door, his mobile phone vibrated several times.

Luo Ting: [Does Mr. Fu and the others have any other schedules? 】

Well??

Why is everyone babbling today?

Something not to take with him.

Xu Lai: [There may be a drinking party to go to in the evening]

Xu Lai just wanted to say something more, and the door to the office opened.

He immediately put away his phone: "Mr. Fu." ”

"Pushed off tonight's drinking party, ma'am?"

Xu Lai was stunned for a moment, and immediately followed: "Mrs. will shoot a magazine again this afternoon, and this point is estimated to be over and go home." ”

"The evening cocktail party and the organizer said that it was pushed down and went home."

"Okay, Mr. Fu."

Luo Ting: [If Mr. Fu is ready to send me a message when he is ready to come back, thank you!] 】

Xu Lai: [Mr. Fu didn't go to the drinking party in the evening, and now he is on his way back]

Luo Ting looked at Xu Lai's message on her phone and read it out word for word: "Mr. Fu didn't go to the drinking party at night, and now he is on his way back." ”

What??

Jiang Mian had just finished filming and was sitting in the nanny's car.

"What's going on with you today, what are you doing to inquire about Mr. Fu's itinerary, sneaky."

Luo Ting narrowed her eyes: "Is there something?" ”

It's certainly not that simple.

Jiang Mian lowered his head and was chatting with him, his eyes were sparkling, revealing a sly smile: "Tomorrow Fu Sichen will be 28 years old, prepare for him." ”

"Oh yo! When did it become so intimate. ”

Luo Ting couldn't help but joke about her own artist: "I don't know who said that we were married at the beginning, but I haven't seen anyone celebrate the birthday of my plastic husband." ”

"No, no, no."

Jiang Mian stretched out his white and slender fingers and shook them: "That's not my plastic husband, Mr. Fu's thighs have to be pleased." ”

Luo Ting: "......"

I believe your again.

"After all, I spent so much money on people some time ago, and I should repay it."

"So what did you get in return?"

Jiang Mian's beautiful peach blossom eyes curled up with a smile: "You'll know in two days." ”

Tsk tsk.

It's so mysterious.

"Don't go back to Beijing Mansion, go to Beijiang Hotel."

Yes??

"Why don't you go home to the hotel for Mr. Fu's birthday......

Luo Ting regretted it as soon as her words came out: "It's okay, you don't have to say it, I understand." ”

What do you know?

Luo Ting patted Jiang Mian's hand with a smile on her aunt's face: "Little young husband and wife, you remember to wake up tomorrow and post about the LMAL spokesperson, I won't bother the rest of the time." ”

“……”

Almost didn't have a big eye to his own agent.

Jiang Mian choked: "There is no surprise when he goes home, so he can only prepare in a different place." ”

Luo Ting sent Jiang Mian to the hotel, helped pop some balloons, set up the atmosphere, and left first.

Jiang Mian put the cake on the table and arranged it neatly, turned off the headlights, and lit a few candles.

She had just wanted to go into the bathroom of her bedroom to wash up, when the large white bed was sprinkled with red rose petals.

？？？

Sister Ting secretly sorted out these again.

Jiang Mian looked at the time, and was afraid that it would be too late, so he went to wash up first.

"Haven't found your wife yet?"

Fu Sichen sat on the sofa with deep eyes, and still held the delicate velvet gift box in his hand.

When I got home, I didn't see Jiang Mian, and I made a few calls and said that I was not there.

The alarm clock on the wall was until eleven o'clock.

Fu Sichen looked down at the undialed number on his mobile phone, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his expression was gloomy.

Xu Lai finally got through Luo Ting's phone: "Hey? Sister Ting, are you with your wife? ”