Wang Jin didn't notice anything unusual about him and continued talking insignificant words. However, Fu Shiyan's cell phone lit up and he lowered his head immediately.
But it's not Jiang Shu, it's junk news feed.
A flash of frustration suddenly surged in his heart.
Wang Jin waved his hand, "Shi Yan, are you listening?"
Fu Shiyan's voice was deep, "It's almost time, I'll ask the driver to take you back."
"I brought the driver here and I'm waiting downstairs, but I still have to wait for a friend. Why, Mr. Fu thinks I'm getting in the way and is asking him to leave."
Wang Jin held up her face to rest, with a hint of cunning, and the color of lipstick fell on her lips to complement each other.
Fu Shiyan chatted lightly, still looking at the blinds from the corner of his eye, "Is that friend of yours coming back?"
I don’t know if it was telepathy, but when Wang Jin realized it, her cell phone just rang, and it was Jiang Shu’s message: Something happened at the moment, I’m afraid I can’t prove it to you, I’m going to leave first, Sister Wang Jin.
Wang Jin looked a little disappointed when he saw this news, "I still have something to say."
Fu Shiyan looked in his eyes and looked casual, "What?"
"This friend of mine is a very talented woman who happens to fit in with my project. I was trying to persuade her to take over the project, but she left before I could say anything."
It sounds like a pity indeed.
Fu Shiyan leisurely picked up the tea, put it under his nose and sniffed it, with a hint of joking: "That's the important thing I've delayed you on."
Behind the blinds, Jiang Shu leaned against the wall, feeling a sense of immorality in his heart for no reason.
Damn Fu Shiyan.
"No." Wang Jin laughed and looked at the man in front of him, "I haven't seen you for more than half a year, and you have lost a lot of weight. Do you still have a bad appetite?"
"As always, nothing has changed."
"I asked for medicinal food from an old Chinese medicine doctor, which is very good for your body. So, I have sent someone to bring it to you during the time I have been in Haicheng."
When Wang Jin said this, there was no flattery at all, but instead he was open and honest, as if he was just talking to a normal friend.
"No need to worry about these."
"I don't know that you don't like to take medicine when you are busy." Wang Jin said as he stood up, "Since you can't keep up with the medicine, then you should work harder on the food. In short, I will let Secretary Huo supervise your eating.
Down."
Fu Shiyan did not express his attitude and walked her all the way to the door. Wang Jin turned his head and suddenly stretched out his hand to straighten his collar.
Sighing lowly, "Even if it's for our friends, you have to take good care of your body."
They say they are friends, but their gestures and words are clearly so intimate, as if they know everything about each other...
Such intimacy made Jiang Shu feel a little confused.
"Okay, please be safe on the road."
Wang Jin nodded and stopped no longer.
Fu Shiyan stood in the corridor with his backlight, his sullen and cold face reflected on the bright floor. He stood there for a while, turned around, walked straight to the small room, and pushed the door open.
The lighting in the room was warm, and the soft child was sleeping soundly on the crib. The woman was leaning aside, holding her cheek with one hand, staring at the ceiling in boredom.
The bare ankles standing aside were white and transparent, and some were lightly worn.
The fragrant fragrance of a woman and the milky fragrance of a child mix to create an irresistible atmosphere.