Fu Chenlie hooked the corner of his lips sarcastically: "Really?"

"Yes."

As he said that, Mr. Gao looked at Wen Ran again: "I still don't know what the driver's name is?"

Wen Ran held his breath in his heart.

Fu Chenlie is so smart, how could he fail to see that Mr. Gao's behavior towards her was harassment.

But what about him?

He just knew that asking her to pour him wine didn't mean to help her at all.

Wen Ran could only deal with it by himself.

She looked at Mr. Gao and asked without answering, "Didn't you just call me Miss Driver? Just pretend I'm Miss Driver."

Mr. Gao: "Hahahaha what Miss Driver said is too cute, I really like it."

Wen Ran: "..."

I like you uncle.

Some good people here couldn't stand it any longer. They stared at Mr. Gao, seemingly gentle but sarcastically said: "Mr. Gao, are you looking for Mr. Fu's driver again? You are too fond of the new and dislike the old, right? The last girlfriend How long have we been talking?"

Mr. Gao waved his hand: "How can she compare with Mr. Fu's driver, don't mention it, don't mention it."

Saying that, Mr. Gao looked at Wen Ran again: "Miss driver, scan the QR code for me."

Wen Ran was extremely repelled.

But Fu Chenlie didn't care about her at all.

She had no power or power, and she didn't dare to spoil the atmosphere of Fu Chenlie talking about work, so she could only say "oh" and hand over the QR code.

Just as Mr. Gao was about to sweep, Fu Chenlie picked up the wine glass that Wen Ran had just filled.

However, when he raised his hand, the man inadvertently touched the juice cup placed in front of Wen Ran. The cup fell over with a "boom", and a large piece of juice spilled, flowing along the table onto Wen Ran's pants.

She subconsciously stood up, shaking off the water from her clothes.

Seeing this situation, Mr. Gao naturally didn't bother to add WeChat. He was too busy getting a tissue to wipe Wen Ran's pants himself.

Without even thinking about it, Wen Ran backed away, avoiding him, and said with a detached face: "Thank you, Mr. Gao, I'll go to the bathroom to clean it myself."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Fu Chenlie before she stepped out of the box.

Mr. Gao followed her reluctantly, hesitated for a few seconds, and said to everyone: "I'll go out and see how the driver is doing."

Mr. Qian said at this time: "He went to the bathroom, what are you looking at? Let's stay and talk about cooperation."

Mr. Gao declined and said perfunctorily: "The project is a cooperation between everyone. As long as you have an agreement, how much I should pay is absolutely unambiguous. You all know that I have always been easy to talk to."

After saying that, he turned around and left the box.

Mr. Qian sighed: "This old Gao, I really don't know what to say about him..."

After the words fell, he raised his hand and beckoned a waiter to clean the table.

Fu Chenlie didn't speak all the time, his eyes were lowered, and there was a secret expression between his eyebrows and eyes.

After the waiter cleared the table and left, he looked at Mr. Qian and said, "Let's continue."

The latter responded immediately: "Hey, good."

……

in the bathroom.

No matter how much Wen Ran cleaned the juice off the clothes, the clothes would never be as clean as before.

She sighed silently.

Although the clothes were dirty, but I didn't add the wechat of the gangster Mr. Gao, which is actually not bad.

It's just that she was afraid that she would be harassed by Mr. Gao again as soon as she went out, so she came up with the idea of ​​staying in the bathroom all the time.

But Wen Ran suddenly heard someone shouting outside: "Miss Driver, Miss Driver..."

Hearing Gao's voice, she almost rolled her eyes to the sky.

I am really convinced!

Mr. Gao even chased him to the bathroom.

Someone was washing his hands beside her, and when he heard the voice of someone shouting outside, he asked his companion, "Who are the people outside calling?"

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