On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

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 dog, but no one in this world loves you more than me."

Jiang Shu called Fu Shiyan a few times but didn't answer. Then he thought about calling Mo Yi, but he answered, saying that Mr. Fu was in a meeting and would call back later.

But most of the time, Mo Yi was only the driver's job, and he rarely knew what Fu Shiyan was doing. His quick answer made Jiang Shu suspicious.

"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Chen just finished drawing the design draft, stretched his arms tired, and saw Jiang Shu in a daze.

"It's nothing." Jiang Shu came back to his senses and saw that Qing Ying's office was empty, "Are you absent from work on the first day of opening?"

"Boss, it's like this." Xiao Chen lowered his voice, "I heard that Qingying's husband is the only son of the Wen family, so happy."

She looked longingly, but Jiang Shu thought of Qing Ying's wedding, Wen Jing and others did not show up, and Qing Ying's hand, if there is a scar that seems to be there, is it really happy?

Marriage is like a person drinking water, knowing whether it is warm or not.

Fu Shiyan came out from the Blue Coast and told Mo Yi again, "Don't let anyone know that Wen Yuan lives here."

"I see."

The Azure Coast is not far from Mingyuan. He wanted to relax and walked back. The people around him were worried, and several cars followed slowly, causing traffic jams very quickly.

But the people around looked at this battle and did not dare to step forward easily.

Fu Shiyan walked a little slowly because of his thinking overload. At this time, he was walking in the sunlight and watching from a distance, no matter how he looked at it, it was beautiful.

This is Fu's executor, no one dares to be negligent, on weekdays he really dare not let Fu Shiyan walk casually on the street, Secretary Huo looked scared, and said to Mo Yi: "Go up and have a look."

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fu Shiyan didn't turn his head, 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 described the current financial situation professionally and elegantly. She is a literary person in her bones. In the end, I don’t know if it was out of selfishness.

Fu Shiyan gave a short laugh, beckoned the secretary to come over, and handed him the newspaper, "Look."

After reading it, Secretary Huo also smiled, "Miss Wen is right."

The man said slowly: "Decades? It's too extravagant."

"You think too far." The secretary understood, "everything will be fine."

Fu Shiyan neither affirmed nor denied it.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 Mama Ju, and I think it's necessary for you to come back and taste them."

The delicate voice on the other end of the phone was very brisk, and she was probably still eating something, a little vague.

Fu Shiyan smiled when he heard it: "Well, I'll go back."

When he returned to Mingyuan, Jiang Shu had already arranged all the dishes, and the bowls and chopsticks were placed neatly. He sat on the side with his face propped up and waited attentively for him. He immediately stood up when he heard the sound.

"You're so slow to come back."

Fu Shiyan glanced at her, then looked at the dishes on the table, "Why do you suddenly want to learn how to cook?"

First of all, this appearance is not very good, he frowned slightly.

Jiang Shu saw it and handed him chopsticks, "Try it quickly."