Before Shi Sangluo could say anything, he heard one of the men ask: "Mr. Fu, is this your secretary? She is quite exciting. Aren't your wives jealous if you have such a beautiful secretary hanging around you all day?"

Fu Chengyuan glanced at Shi Sangluo with a half-smile, and said coldly: "What wife? It's nothing."

Shi Sangluo's heart sank suddenly.

She worked as Fu Chengyuan's secretary for three years, and also as his wife for three years.

In a legal sense, she is the real Mrs. Fu, but in fact, she is just a secretary who comes and goes when called upon. She is not even qualified to question why he has another woman in his arms.

It's not surprising, she and Fu Chengyuan didn't get married because of love.

It's just because the woman he loved died, and she happened to look 60-70% similar to that woman.

Fu Chengyuan recruited her to be his secretary, but later the old man urged her to get married, so he simply took her to register for the top tank.

Why choose her?

She knew in her heart that 1% was because she was obedient, sensible and good at working, and 99% - it was because of her face.

After getting married, she also wanted to be a good wife and take good care of her in life. She worked hard to match his pace at work, trying her best to cater to his every decision and satisfy every one of his extremely demanding requirements.

Among them is that one - no matter at any time or any place, as long as he needs it, he must appear in front of him within thirty minutes.

For three whole years, she never had a single complaint.

In the past three years, she has lived not like herself at all, but more like the shadow of that woman.

And now, Fu Chengyuan has found a shadow that is more similar to her——

It was Miss Feng who was sitting in his arms acting coquettishly.

"You don't have a wife? I remember your old man mentioned a few things about his grandson-in-law last time..."

Fu Chengyuan's face darkened and his eyes were cold: "I told you, no."

The two men opposite him also saw that his expression changed, and they did not dare to talk about this topic again, and began to joke with Shi Sangluo.

"If Mr. Fu said no, then it definitely doesn't happen. Oh, but this little secretary is really on point. She needs a good figure and a good face. If I had a secretary like this, I would definitely work overtime every day, hahahaha!"

"Working overtime? You don't even go to the company normally!"

"If there was a beautiful little secretary here, I would go there every day!"

"Is your health okay if you keep going every day?"

"Who are you saying can't do it?!"

Shi Sangluo listened to the two men talking obscenely obscene words to each other, his eyes greedily looking back and forth on her shirt and A-line skirt, and felt sick in his heart.

Fu Chengyuan was still sitting in the same posture as before, holding a goblet in his hand. He was dignified and indifferent, with a sarcastic smile on his lips. He let the two men lust after her from beginning to end, but from the beginning

Not a single word was said to the end.

She could only pinch her collar hard and take two steps back slightly to hide herself in the shadow of the light and isolate those two annoying lines of sight.

Fu Chengyuan suddenly frowned and looked back at her: "Is there anything else?"

She shook her head: "No."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"...Then I'm leaving."

He said "huh" in a nonchalant manner.

Fu Chengyuan never looked at her again since he gave her the expulsion order. He looked at the red wine in his hand without even looking at her.

Shi Sangluo sighed, turned and left.

As obedient and sensible as she had been for the past three years, Shi Sangluo even felt that she was basically Siri in human form.

The voices of those obscene chatters still floated behind him: "Miss Feng, over the years, the women around Mr. Fu have come and gone, but none of them have ever been brought out to see the brothers. This is considered to be a title, but you are

The first person in the world will be the real Mrs. Fu in the future, so don’t forget us."

Feng Ying sat upright suddenly, her face flushed and a little shy: "Chengyuan and I are not married yet, and we are not Mrs. Fu yet..."

The men laughed: "Look, Mr. Fu didn't object. This is acquiescence. Sooner or later, Mrs. Fu's seat will be yours."

Another also said: "But Ms. Feng is really generous. How can you feel relieved to have such a beautiful little secretary next to Mr. Fu? Why don't you fire her and leave her to me?"

"Who doesn't know you or even where your company is? Why do you need a secretary?"

"Of course... we are all men, we all know it, so what else can we do?" The man whispered a few words, which caused a burst of ambiguous laughter.

"Then it also depends on whether Mr. Fu is willing to part ways with her?"

The sound behind him floated into his ears, and Shi Sangluo's footsteps suddenly stopped as he left.
Chapter completed!