Fu Shiyan went out to answer a few calls during the trip.
Jiang Shu closed her eyes tightly and her eyelashes trembled. What he said was enough to wake her up.
When she woke up, it was already dark. When she opened her eyes, Fu Shiyan was no longer in the small room.
She rubbed her eyes. She didn't really like the feeling of being left behind, but she knew it was impossible for him to spend the night in a place like this.
After washing up, I turned on the TV, and there happened to be a variety show playing on it.
Then she remembered that she had to go to work today. She put away her things, and before she was about to go out, she suddenly saw a figure.
Fu Shiyan opened the door.
The room was empty.
He put down the packed lunch box and opened his mouth: "Jiang Shu."
There was no reply from him.
He stood in the center of the room, feeling inexplicably lonely, a bit like an abandoned child.
Jiang Shu, who was hiding behind the window sill, frowned, thinking that he had seen it wrong. How could Fu Shiyan have such a mood?
Until the color of the man's lips gradually faded, he turned around and walked out indifferently.
Jiang Shu walked out: "I'm here, I'm not leaving."
Fu Shiyan turned around and looked at her. The fluctuations in his eyes just now disappeared, but when he looked at her, the lack of emotions was more terrifying than the presence of emotions.
Jiang Shu panicked a little. She was afraid that Fu Shiyan would lose control like last night.
"I'm joking with you, don't be angry."
She dared to hold his hand, hoping to calm his mood.
Fu Shiyan was stiff all over and his face looked ugly.
Jiang Shu frowned and looked at him: "Do you have to keep saying I'm sorry so that you can calm down?"
Fu Shiyan really wanted to laugh now.
This woman is the best at making him soft-hearted and knows when to say what to say.
Jiang Shu saw that his expression softened and said quietly: "I won't disappear without saying a word like you."
Fu Shiyan raised his eyebrows, not taking it seriously, and finally said: "You're a liar."
The TV was still blaring, and he suddenly reached out his hand and held her in his arms.
Jiang Shu opened his eyes and looked at Fu Shiyan's rare gentle eyebrows. Something suddenly sank in his heart, causing ripples to appear in circles.
She didn't know why, but she wanted to cry.
Fu Shiyan felt the gaze, moved away a little, and whispered: "Do you need me to teach you to close your eyes when kissing?"
Without waiting for her to answer, he pressed the back of her head and kissed her hard again.
The secretary had been waiting downstairs for a long time. Fu Shiyan had not come down yet. He couldn't help but want to come up to see what was going on. As soon as he came up, he saw this scene.
A breath stuck in my throat, and I stepped back gently before I dared to cough it out.
Onlookers could tell that Fu Shiyan was different from Jiang Shu. He drove a car on the road regardless of the danger and committed himself to stay in such a place for one night. It was all because of that ordinary woman.
The secretary was a little confused.
Fu Shiyan cared deeply about Wen Yuan, and he cared even more about Jiang Shu.
So who is the person in his heart?
In this world, you don’t have to make a choice. In the end, Jiang Shu went to the Fu Family with Fu Shiyan.
"Mr. Fu, Zhou Liangqi's people have secured the cargo at the port. It looks like it will eventually be delivered to Jiangcheng. Do we need to send people to the highway intersection to intercept it?" ωωw..net
The secretary was wary of Jiang Shu and reported carefully.
Fu Shiyan's eyes stayed on the document, "No need, he won't move in a short time."
Jiang Shu stared at them, "What the hell."
Fu Shiyan said nothing, and the secretary replied carefully, "Madam, it's a batch of wine."