Wen Yuan stood there, feeling cold all over and her face was extremely pale.
She rushed out of the crowd with shaking hands, but the man grabbed her hair, acting like a shrew.
Seeing this, Mo Yi couldn't just sit back and ignore it. He stepped forward and pulled Wen Yuan out, "What are you doing!"
He was already a strong man, but with such a fierce glare, no one said anything for a moment.
When Wen Yuan saw Mo Yi, her eyes lit up for a moment, and then she subconsciously covered her face. Mo Yi said beside her: "Miss Wen, Mr. Fu is downstairs."
Wen Yuan's eyes were brighter, as if she had found a glimmer of salvation in her embarrassment.
Mo Yi took her out of here directly without looking back.
"Alas! Who is this?"
"Why is he called Miss Wen Yuanwen?"
"..."
In fact, Mo Yi was a little uneasy, because Fu Shiyan didn't say that he wanted to see Wen Yuan, but only asked him to deliver something... Mo Yi gritted his teeth, prepared to be punished by being scolded later.
In his opinion, Wen Yuan's environment seemed particularly difficult. She repaid evil with kindness, but she was treated like this, which was really despicable.
What Fu Shiyan saw through the car window was the woman rushing towards this side. She was in a mess, her hair was messy, and there were tears on her face.
Mo Yi followed her.
She stood outside the car. She couldn't see what was going on in the car window from the outside, but she did nothing. She just stared at the car in a daze, which was really aggrieved.
Mo Yi quickly got into the driver's seat and reported the cause and effect to Fu Shiyan in a panic, and finally said: "Mr. Fu... I think Miss Wen is too pitiful."
It was pitiful, even if it was Fu Shiyan, it was rare to see Wen Yuan looking like this.
The last time was before she accused him in front of him, and now.
She has always been calm and calm since she was a child, and her calmness can leave a deep impression on people. She can be as excited as last time, which is rare.
Fu Shiyan didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand and opened the car door a little.
Wen Yuan, who was standing outside, immediately understood his wavering when she saw this action. She slowly opened it a little and sat in.
Mo Yi drove the car very steadily. No one in the car spoke. For a while, there was only Wen Yuan's weak sobbing. Fu Shiyan calmly handed her a piece of paper. Wen Yuan took it and slowly smoothed her face.
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She didn't know how long she had been driving, but Wen Yuan held a tissue and said blankly: "Brother Fu, tell me, what is trust? Why can some people's malice be revealed from their bones?"
Fu Shiyan paused briefly, placed the document bag in front of her that Mo Yi had not had time to give out, and said lightly: "This is trust."
Wen Yuan looked at him doubtfully, then slowly opened it. A stack of documents fell out, and she picked up one at random. On it, there were big words written on it: Vanke Acquisition Plan.
Then I made a cross with a red pen.
There was a thick stack, all of which contained relevant content. Zhou Liangqi was extremely meticulous. He was determined to win this acquisition, but he handed over these original documents to Fu Shiyan so easily.
Fu Shiyan promised Wen Yuan that no matter who she was, who she was before, or what scruples she had, if she agreed, she would definitely do it. This is trust.
Wen Yuan couldn't believe that he just did this.
She looked straight at the man next to her. He was indeed the man she liked, and he always told her the doubts in her heart.
Wen Yuan pinched the corner of the document, and the sharp spot pricked her finger and drew blood. She didn't care and said solemnly: "Thank you."