He casually picked up her file and read it, turned to the first page, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Did Zhou participate in the bidding for this project?"
Jiang Shu stopped all his movements and became a little nervous, "I'm returning the favor... This is the last time."
Fu Shiyan just watched and glanced quickly, which made her unsure, "Aren't you angry?"
"Zhou Liangqi lost all his income in the past two years in order to survive this crisis. It's hard for me to be angry."
"It seems that you have won a complete victory in this battle." She mocked.
Fu Shiyan stared at her plump and fair profile. In fact, he did not expect that in the end Zhou Liangqi would rather give up the funds than take the marriage route. He was not someone who cared so much about his marriage in the past.
He came back to his senses and asked several questions in succession: "How sure are you that you can convince the superiors to hand over the project to Zhou? Is it the confidence in the funds, the existing technical means, or these design drawings of yours?"
From Jiang Shu's perspective, the outline of Fu Shiyan's face looked very sharp, which was the usual sharpness of those in power.
Jiang Shu paused, she knew he meant to make a point.
But what he meant was undoubtedly that this tender was rubbish.
She fell silent for a moment, "Zhou Company also has its own advantages, and in terms of factory prospect planning, other companies may not be the best choice from above."
Fu Shiyan subconsciously wanted to refute that the Zhou family had a lot of problems inside and out, and they would not be chosen under fierce competition.
The words stuck in his mouth, and he restrained himself from continuing.
Jiang Shu had already stood up and walked into the bedroom without answering. When entering the bathroom, he closed the door a little too hard.
Fu Shiyan reviewed the contents of the tender document again, looked at it, and suddenly smiled bitterly.
After all, this is what she worked so hard for.
Jiang Shu had been angry for a long time. After taking a shower, she sat on the bed and took a pen to revise the bid document, making little circles on it. The carbon rustled across the paper, as if she was venting her anger with him.
Fu Shiyan tried to coax him twice but received no response. Finally, he suddenly reached out and took out the document, threw it on the table, and lost his temper: "Don't read it."
Jiang Shu glared at him and tried to grab it, but was blocked by the man. She was so excited that she threw the pen in her hand.
The pen flew past his ear, bringing up a little wind.
The man pressed her down with his strong strength. He blew into her ear, "I was wrong."
Jiang Shu was so angry that he wanted to bite this man to death.
Not being forgiven, Fu Shiyan spoke again: "I was wrong."
Such a man returns to the earth from a high place, and his daily life is heart-stirring. Like every husband who makes his wife angry, he acts coquettishly and asks for forgiveness.
Jiang Shu's heart palpitated, and then a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
After a while, she pinched his waist and said leisurely: "Mr. Fu is so powerful, I can't bear your apology."
Fu Shiyan buried his head in her ear and smiled muffledly.
He put his arm around her waist and explored a little bit, "I will change this tender document for you."
Zhou's bid comes a week later.
In the calm morning, Jiang Shu woke up in the warm embrace of a man.
Afterwards, the two did not have much contact, did not mention official matters, and only had the most ordinary daily interactions.
When he left home early, Fu Shiyan stopped Jiang Shu, who had already walked some distance away. He conjured a coat from somewhere and carefully put it on for her: "It's cold in the morning."
"Relax."
There are only these three words, stop at these three words.