Several people were shocked, especially Feng Ying.

The other two are all human spirits, one of them laughed and beat him up: "Oh, Miss Feng, you'd better stop doing it. Isn't this a little secretary here? Mr. Fu also feels sorry for you."

"That's right, but Mr. Fu, you are a little gentle to girls. Look, Miss Feng is so scared."

Feng Ying hurriedly put the wine bottle back into the ice bucket, shrank his neck and did not dare to come out.

"Little Secretary, why are you still standing there? Come and pour wine quickly!"

Shi Sangluo looked at Fu Chengyuan, but he still frowned and did not object to this person's statement.

The time for those people outside was still a little short. If she had a quarrel with Fu Chengyuan at this time, it would be hard to guarantee that those people would not return.

So she nodded, skillfully pulled out a pair of white gloves from the wine cabinet drawer next to her and put them on her hands, then stepped forward and picked up the bottle of wine.

The cork opener was tightened and pulled out with a light pull.

She poured the crimson wine into the decanter and said, "This wine needs to be sober for fifteen minutes. The taste is the best. I will pour wine for everyone at that time."

After the task was completed, she returned to the shadow, took off her gloves and threw them into the trash can at her feet.

Her movements were smooth and she obviously did it many times.

The two men on the opposite side were amazed: "Is he really well trained? Is Mr. Fu a good teacher to train his subordinates?"

"The most important thing is that it is still beautiful and pleasing to the eye."

"Hahaha, if you look at it this way, Mr. Fu's aesthetic is still very consistent. The young secretary-general must be 70 to 80% similar to Miss Feng."

Fu Chengyuan glared at him: "You should pay more attention to your career and look at women less."

"Oh, Mr. Fu is jealous? OK OK, I'll cover my eyes now and I will never look at Miss Feng hahaha."

"By the way, I heard that Miss Feng is pregnant. When will Mr. Fu hold a wedding? Brothers will join in the fun too."

Fu Chengyuan's eyes roamed, his voice instantly softened, and a smile hung on his lips: "I'm preparing."

"Really! Is the day set?"

"It's not decided yet, there's too much happening recently."

"You have to settle it quickly. You can't delay it when you are pregnant. By then, your belly is too big and your wedding dress will not look good."

Fu Chengyuan smiled and did not object to this statement, as if he was a default.

Shi Sangluo felt a little strange. Isn’t Fu Chengyuan quite fond of Feng Ying’s IQ? Is he really decided to get married?

But thinking about it, it is not impossible.

After all, Feng Ying is so similar to Gu Siyao. Although her face is artificial, it is also a flawless replica of Gu Siyao.

"How are your hands?" he asked Feng Ying gently.

Feng Ying was a little flattered, "No, it's okay."

"Well, it's good that it's not frozen. The bottle of wine has been in the ice bucket for a long time. It's better for girls not to touch the ice."

“…Oh, OK.”

"Did you scare just now?"

"No! No, no."

"I care and it's messed up."

Feng Ying's face was flushed, but she was more confused. She couldn't resist Fu Chengyuan suddenly treated her so gently.

Fu Chengyuan smiled: "Eat fruit."

"Oh, OK."

Feng Ying received a piece of watermelon handed over by Fu Chengyuan, gnawing at him in small mouthfuls, and the appearance of his little wife was full of eyes. The two people across the street screamed.

"Oh my God, this loving show is so stingy!"

Fu Chengyuan glanced at them: "What's the point of showing off without showing in front of your brothers?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Fu, don't forget, there are more than two of us brothers in the private room, and there is one person."

The man blinked towards the corner, which was exactly where Shi Sangluo was standing.

Another knocked him directly with his elbow: "Look at the sensible appearance of the little secretary, maybe he has seen such a scene a lot."

"Yes, as the secretary, it's normal for anyone to see the boss's privacy."

Shi Sang Luo lowered his head and didn't say anything, Feng Ying was not cold, she was really cold.

Although she had always worn gloves, the white gloves were not too thick. She rubbed her hands and let out a breath of heat.
Chapter completed!