His eyes were clean, and he suddenly put his hand on Jiang Shu's shoulder, "Do you need me to find someone to take care of the game you mentioned?"
"……unnecessary."
He smiled lightly and said, "If you need anything regarding your father's situation, you can contact my people at any time."
"As for your daily routine, Mo Yi will also be responsible for it."
Jiang Shu pursed his lips, a bad premonition arose, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"
This is not a good sign. He looks like a dying person dealing with his aftermath.
Fu Shiyan's figure is at its best when not wearing a suit, and every move he makes is attractive.
He raised his lips and smiled at her, "Something happened at the overseas branch. Go over there and deal with it."
"That's it?" Jiang Shu frowned.
"I'm not afraid that you will be wronged if I'm not here." He nodded and looked into Jiang Shu's eyes, which were open and magnanimous, but it was hard to look into his heart.
It seems to be exactly what he said.
Jiang Shu really couldn't see the clues, but couldn't believe such rhetoric. She called his name: "Fu Shiyan."
Solemnly, please don't hide anything from yourself.
These days of lingering, his strength and gentleness have given Jiang Shu the illusion that he has surrendered to himself.
The woman probably didn't know how much emotion she brought out when she looked at someone with such pitiful eyes. Fu Shiyan couldn't hold back, lifted her chin and kissed her.
The kiss was neither deep nor shallow, as pure as a couple, a kiss without any emotion or desire. The two people standing together were eye-catching, but this kiss made people's legs weak even more.
Fu Shiyan left as soon as he said so. In the early morning in the tea garden, dew hung on the leaves, and the distance was foggy.
Jiang Shu heard the sound of an engine coming from downstairs, and immediately got up from the bed, walked to the balcony, and saw Fu Shiyan's car gradually leaving.
He made very little movement when he got up, not wanting to wake her up, but what he didn't know was that she had already woken up.
Fu Shiyan, I seem to like you a little too much. Jiang Shu leaned on the railing with a melancholy expression.
"Director, express delivery." As soon as he walked into the company today, the front desk handed Jiang Shu a document bag.
Jiang Shu wondered who would send him a courier, "Thank you."
She tore it open with her bare hands and found that inside was a gilt-framed invitation with smooth design, a bow tied at the corner, and printed in small regular letters: Zhou's 10th Anniversary.
This is an anniversary invitation.
Jiang Shu's heart skipped a beat when he saw it. At the bottom it was written neatly: Zhou Liangqi respectfully invites.
As she walked, she wondered why the Zhou family should send her an invitation letter for their anniversary.
After a while, Qingying also walked in with a courier. When she opened it, it was the same invitation letter. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Jiang Shu, "Brother Zhou sent it to you too?"
Jiang Shu was suspicious, "You have one too?"
Not only them, but the more famous designers in the design department also received invitation letters. They should just treat their peers equally in the industry.
Jiang Shu breathed a sigh of relief.
Some people are already screaming, "Oh Zhou Liangqi! Can we see him? I heard he is very handsome."
Qingying immediately rolled her eyes, "No matter how handsome you are, it's not your turn. My brother Zhou already has a woman he likes. She is very elegant!"
"Qingying, do you know Zhou Liangqi?"
"We grew up."
"Wow!"
Jiang Shu didn't care about her childish behavior, so he reluctantly walked into the office and put the invitation properly away.