Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 137 Thank you, Mr. Fu

"Grandpa Fu, I'm fine with him, don't worry."

Her tone was soft, and she handed him a cup of tea.

"Compared to this, you should be more concerned about your body."

Mr. Fu's cheeks immediately became rosy and energetic, and he could hardly control the smile at the corner of his mouth.

I thought that kid in Yancheng didn't know fun, but I didn't expect him to be very discerning. No wonder he said he was working hard, but he already ate people into his mouth.

Since the young couple are so affectionate, it seems meaningless for him to come here to test this time, and he happily drank his tea.

"Mianmian, if someone else who is not afraid of death provokes you, you don't have to save face. If there is anything you can't solve, let Yancheng go."

Sheng Mian didn't dare to say too much on this issue, for fear of revealing his secrets, so he brought up other household matters.

An hour later, she got up to make soup.

"Mianmian, let others do this kind of thing, how can you do it yourself."

"Grandpa Fu, I promised Fu Yancheng this."

Mr. Fu laughed even more joyously, and said that he was leaving without waiting for Fu Yancheng to come back.
Sheng Mian personally sent the person to the gate, and waited for the car to drive away before standing there in a daze.

Accompanied by Liu Qiong, she sighed slightly.

Sheng Mian was grateful that she didn't talk nonsense in front of the old man, but she also knew that Liu Qiong was more worried about the old man's health.

On the way back, Mr. Fu called Fu Yancheng again and kept praising him.

At that time, Fu Yancheng was in a meeting, and his eyebrows were tightened.

The same inexplicable praise as last time, last time he completed a relatively large acquisition, but recently Fu's step-by-step, why is grandpa so excited all of a sudden?
"Yancheng, I'll go back first, so I won't disturb you, but you still have to remember, don't be too busy with work to ignore Mianmian's feelings, that child Mianmian likes you, otherwise she wouldn't give herself to you."

After Mr. Fu finished speaking, he laughed himself first, "You are doing well, boy."

Fu Yancheng's face darkened suddenly. What did the woman say in front of the old man?
What does it mean to give yourself to him?

He didn't even touch a finger of the other party.

But due to the old man's body, he just pursed his lips coldly.

After hanging up the phone, he felt restless again.

And Sheng Mian cooked soup for Fu Yancheng, and handed over the rest to Liu Qiong. She had to solve the 800 million problem immediately, and Jiang Liu was the only one who could help her now.

She made an appointment with Jiang Liu to meet at the bar, and she went there at six o'clock in the evening.

Sheng Mian hadn't spoken to anyone on weekdays, so she thought about it a bit.

Jiang Liu didn't expect that Sheng Mian would ask her to borrow money, and it was still 800 million, so she couldn't help complaining.

"I said that you, Mrs. Fu, are too aggrieved. You need to pay 800 million yuan for a broken car. Fu Yancheng is so unreasonable. Why don't you confess your identity to him?"

"No, if you do this, he will only feel that I have ulterior motives in approaching him."

At first, I just wanted to end the marriage as soon as possible. After all, when I woke up from the bed, I heard someone talk about the divorce agreement. I thought I could get a divorce soon, so I didn't think it was a big deal to accept his order.

Now that the matter of divorce has been delayed again and again, it has become difficult to confess frankly.

"Mianmian, it's not that I don't lend it to you. I mainly think that you have no human rights after marrying into Fu's family for three years. Besides, you haven't asked Fu Yancheng, how do you know that he doesn't want to lend it to you?"

Jiang Liu's temperament has always been carefree, not to mention she didn't know that Sheng Mian's guilty conscience was due to the relationship between the two of them.

She directly took Sheng Mian's cell phone and sent Fu Yancheng a message.

[Lend me 800 million. 】

Sheng Mian didn't even have time to stop it.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yancheng returned quickly.

【card number. 】

Jiang Liu raised her eyebrows, and copied and pasted Sheng Mian's card number.

In less than 10 minutes, 800 million entered the account, as fast as an illusion.

Jiang Liu returned the phone with doubts in his eyes, "Isn't this borrowed very quickly? What are you hesitating about?"

As soon as the words finished, Fu Yancheng sent another message.

[Besides, don't bother me, recognize your own identity. 】

Sheng Mian took a look at the phone and found that Jiang Liu sent it from a private account.

So Fu Yancheng knew that it was his nominal wife who was borrowing money.

He didn't even bother to ask what the other party was doing with it. Anyway, the Sheng family climbed up to the Fu family, wasn't it because of money?
In his opinion, things that can be solved with money are trivial, let alone only 800 million.

After sorting out the train of thought, Sheng Mian replied generously.

[Thank you, Mr. Fu. 】

(End of this chapter)