Having said that, her posture did not mean to soften at all. It seemed that she wanted to be tough with Fu Chengyuan to the end.

Fu Chengyuan was so angry that he said: "This is what you said, then go and wash the clothes in the laundry room."

This is the servant's job. He clearly was in a difficult situation. Sang Luo, but she didn't take it seriously at all. Without saying a word, she rolled up her sleeves and turned to the laundry room.

Isn’t it just washing clothes? This is much easier than dealing with work problems. Shi Sangluo left with determination without any hesitation.

When Lin Jia saw Sang Luo left, he thought Fu Chengyuan's anger should have almost disappeared. He immediately put on his own sweet smile, picked up the fruit plate and leaned over to him: "Mr. Fu, don't be angry, for such a person is not worth it, it's better to--"

She didn't dare to say anything halfway through her words, but Fu Chengyuan pushed her aside without raising her head.

Lin Jia didn't know where she offended him, and wanted to make a few words of excuses, but before she could speak, she met Fu Chengyuan's disgusting gaze. He didn't want to see such a flattering expression on this face that looked very similar to Shi Sangluo.

Lin Jia is not smart, but she has more ability to observe her expressions than Feng Ying, and is very conscious of the current affairs. She didn't even bother to put the fruit plate and left the living room.

That night, Shi Sangluo was busy until after three o'clock, and she had not finished drying the clothes in the laundry room. She was so tired that her waist could not straighten, and her hands were soaked that she had to rest for a while whenever she put a piece of clothing on the clothes drying rack.

When she finally hung up her last piece of clothing and was about to leave, a figure suddenly appeared outside the dark window. She was startled and became alert: "Who is it?!"

Fu Chengyuan walked into the laundry room with a straight figure and said dissatisfiedly: "Who else can it be?"

Shi Sangluo was so tired that he had no energy to pay attention to his ridicule. He was about to say that she had washed all her clothes when he heard him ask first: "Why do you need to wash your hands? There is a washing machine in the laundry room, don't tell me that you can't even use the most basic appliances now."

"Of course it's because I'm still rational." A hint of pride flashed across Shi Sang Luo's face. She was the one who knew Fu Chengyuan the best, and even the thunder he deliberately buried was discovered by her in advance.

Shi Sang Luo sorted out his sleeves and said with a smile: "I can save as much as I can now. I won't cause trouble just to be lazy. Your clothes are either silk texture or pure wool, all of which are very expensive. If they are broken, I can't afford it."

Fu Chengyuan has excellent clothes and loves to be clean. It is almost impossible for him to save a bunch of clothes without washing them like this. Even if the servant is lazy, he will not care about it, so he will only use this bunch of clothes to trick her.

As soon as Shi Sangluo entered the laundry room, he saw through Fu Chengyuan's plan, but he did not turn back to the living room to expose him. Instead, he endured it until now. Looking at his rare expression of being defeated, he felt a little relieved, which somewhat diluted the fatigue caused by washing a lot of clothes by hand.

Fu Chengyuan took a look at the clothes he had dried and saw that she was really doing the job impeccable. He said with a blank expression: "It's true that I brought it out, and his observation skills are good."

Shi Sangluo rubbed his sore shoulders and asked, "If you have other conditions, just open it. If you finish it at once, I can finish it in one go before dawn. There are still many things to do tomorrow."

She was so tired that she forgot to use sarcastic honorifics for a moment.

Fu Chengyuan suspected that she would go to see Ye Wo, and asked in confusion: "Tomorrow is a weekend, and you don't have to go to work, what important thing can you do?"

Shi Sangluo resisted the urge to sneer and hugged his arms and said, "It was supposed to be a holiday, but I thank you for your blessing. The company's capital chain has been broken. As the vice president of Mingde, of course I have to find a way to raise funds."

"Do you think you can find investors now?"

"If you can't find it, you have to try your best. Leave it to fate. You have to work hard before you talk."

When Fu Chengyuan heard that she was running around for work, she looked a little slow and said bluntly: "I advise you not to waste your energy. Even if you break your legs, there will be no bank that agrees to lend you."

The night wind was bleak, and it was so cold that the two of them seemed to be very close, but their hearts were so far away that they didn't know where they were.
Chapter completed!