We are all smart people, how could we not know what this means?
Wen Jing, this is intimidation.
After the Wen family elevated their feelings to the level of official matters, Wen Yuan's fever was no longer that simple.
Hearing no response, Wen Jing continued to speak slowly: "I know you are in a hurry, but Wen Yuan can't afford to delay here. You know how to weigh your options."
Hang up the phone.ωωw..net
Liang Qiu was so angry that he smashed the document on the ground, "Old fox, isn't this forcing you to express your position? Ayan, you can't go. This is the Hongmen Banquet."
The man's sharp eyes scanned the boundless night outside the window, "Since they want to watch this show, let's show it to them. Make arrangements for tonight's flight and don't leak the itinerary."
Fu Shiyan felt sorry for Wen Yuan and took time to visit him during the crisis. Such an attitude was what they wanted. If this allowed the Wen family to divest their capital, he couldn't afford it.
Liang Qiu grabbed his hand and said with serious eyes, "You have to think clearly. If Jiang Shu finds out about this, she will be disappointed."
Fu Shiyan paused slightly, "...so the itinerary cannot be leaked."
"Ayan!"
"There is no choice." Fu Shiyan said word by word.
Liang Qiu slowly let go of his hand.
The plane flew directly to Haicheng, and after landing, Fu Shiyan went directly to Wen's house.
Entering Wen's house, a Bentley passed by in the rearview mirror, and it looked familiar.
Wen Yuan's fever has gone away and she is resting. Fu Shiyan was dressed in black and very low-key when he entered.
Wen Yuan was surprised and wanted to sit up: "Brother Fu, why are you here? Aren't you in Hong Kong..."
Fu Shiyan smiled warmly and reached out to touch her forehead, "Well, the fever is gone."
Wen Yuan looked in disbelief, "You... came back specifically to see me?"
Secretary Huo took over: "Mr. Fu asked me to book a plane ticket as soon as he received the news."
Wen Yuan's face turned red, and when she saw Fu Shiyan's deep eyes, she felt sweetness in her heart.
Fu Shiyan asked a few questions about her physical condition, but did not mention any official matters at all. He just shook her hand and said warmly: "I have to leave tomorrow. You have a good rest."
After saying that, he walked out and walked outside the door. His tense aura dispersed, and Wen Jing was still waiting for him in the study.
Wen Yuan was like a little girl who was pampered, smiling happily, and slowly took out her mobile phone to take a picture of Fu Shiyan's back as he left.
In the photo, the man is wearing a black coat, his figure is tall and eye-catching, and he is highly recognizable.
In fact, Wen Jing was also surprised. Fu Shiyan was not an emotional person, but he really came back.
In the study room, two men with ulterior motives were facing each other. Wen Jing narrowed his eyes and said, "Shi Yan, if you had been like this earlier, Mrs. Fu wouldn't have to wade into troubled waters."
Fu Shiyan was tall and tall, with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "The decision to help the Zhou family was not made by Mr. Wen, right?"
He had a pair of wise eyes, and Wen Jing nodded frequently. Then he sat down helplessly and raised his head, "If you were my son, you would definitely be able to achieve great things, but it is a pity that you are not. It is also a pity that my son is not successful, and only my daughter can succeed him."
Fu Shiyan sat across from him and said, "Wen Yuan is not this material."
Hongkong.
The lights in the operating room were on for four full hours.
The only one waiting outside was Kou Shiyun.
Jiang Shu's father is in Haicheng, and the only person closest to her in Hong Kong City is Fu Shiyan, but he is not here...
Every time the family members signed, it was Kou Shiyun. Her eyes were red and her signing hand was shaking. She began to regret agreeing to accompany Jiang Shu to find Fu Shiyan.