The door rang and everything returned to calm. Wen Yuan fell to the ground dejectedly and murmured in a low voice: "Yes, I am a wolf-hearted person, but no one in this world loves you more than me."
Jiang Shu called Fu Shiyan several times but didn't answer. Then he thought about calling Mo Yi, but he answered the phone and said that Mr. Fu was in a meeting and would call back later.
However, Mo Yi was just a driver most of the time and rarely knew what Fu Shiyan was doing. He answered so quickly, which made Jiang Shu suspicious.
"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Chen had just finished drawing the design draft and was so tired that he stretched his arms and saw Jiang Shu in a daze.
"Nothing." Jiang Shu came back to his senses and saw that Qingying's office was empty, "Absent from work on the first day of opening?"
"Boss, that's it." Xiao Chen lowered his voice, "I heard that Qingying's husband is the only son of the Wen family. He's so happy."
She had a look of longing on her face, but Jiang Shu thought of how at Qingying's wedding, Wen Jing and others didn't come forward, and if Qingying had seemingly invisible scars on her hands, was she really happy?
Marriage is just like drinking water and knowing whether it is warm or cold.
Fu Shiyan came out of the Cote d'Azur and told Mo Yi, "Don't let anyone know that Wen Yuan lives here."
"I see."
The Côte d'Azur was not far from Ming Yuan. He wanted to relax and walked back. The people around him couldn't relax, and several cars slowly followed him, quickly causing a traffic jam.
But the people around looked at the formation and did not dare to step forward easily.
Fu Shiyan walked a little slowly because of overload of thoughts. Now he was walking under the sun and looking at it from a distance. No matter how he looked at it, it was beautiful.
This is the executor of the Fu family. No one dares to neglect him. On weekdays, he really doesn't dare to let Fu Shiyan walk on the street casually. Secretary Huo looked scared and said to Mo Yi: "Go up and have a look."
Hearing the footsteps, Fu Shiyan did not look back, but raised his hand slightly, and Mo Yi stood still.
He sat down next to a newsstand and picked up a newspaper. Coincidentally, the author on it happened to be Wen Yuan.
She professionally and elegantly described today's financial situation. She is a literary person at heart. At the end, I don't know if it was out of selfishness, but she wrote: The business world's success in the next few decades depends on Mr. Fu.
Fu Shiyan laughed briefly, waved his secretary over, handed him the newspaper, and said, "Take a look."
Secretary Huo also laughed after reading it, "Miss Wen is right."
The man said slowly: "Decades? It's too luxurious."
"You are thinking too far." The secretary understood, "Everything will be fine."
Fu Shiyan neither confirmed nor denied. He just sat there, waiting for dusk to slowly fall.
The phone rang, and Mo Yi saw the caller ID on it. As if he had been rescued, he quickly stepped forward and handed the phone to Fu Shiyan.
"I learned a few new dishes from Mom Ju, and I think it's necessary for you to come back and try them."
The pretty voice on the other end of the phone was very brisk, and there must be something in her mouth, so it was a bit unclear.
Fu Shiyan smiled when he heard this: "Yes, I'll be right back."ωωw..net
When he returned to Ming Yuan, Jiang Shu had already laid out the dishes, placed the bowls and chopsticks in an orderly manner, and sat on one side with his face propped up, waiting for him attentively. When he heard the sound, he stood up immediately.
"You came back so slowly."
Fu Shiyan glanced at her, then looked at the dishes on the table, "Why do you suddenly think of learning to cook?"
First of all, it didn't look very good, so he frowned slightly.
Jiang Shu saw this and handed him the chopsticks, "Hurry up and try it."