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

Chapter 223 Like a lingering fragrance
"Mianmian, don't worry, I won't do that again, the loss outweighs the gain."

Sheng Mian nodded, thought for a while, and then asked, "The boss who sells jade sandalwood floors, does anyone know anyone in your unit?"

Lin Dong's current job is fairly decent, more or less considered a public institution, except that the salary is not high, but he knows a lot of people.

"I'll ask for you later, and I'll send you a message if there is a result."

Only then did Sheng Mian return to the hotel in peace.

She was going to take a shower and go to bed.

But when she came out of the shower and saw the big black bug on the bed, she didn't dare to go to bed immediately, she just slept on the chair all night wearing her own clothes, and her neck hurt from sleeping.

The next morning, when she woke up, Lin Dong sent her a text message, saying that Lao Li and the others happened to be going there tonight.

[I have greeted Lao Li and asked him to pick you up. 】

Sheng Mian drank some porridge, ate another piece of corn, and waited outside the hotel.

The first one came was a Hongqi, but it was the basic model of Hongqi, less than 20.

Behind Hongqi was a Rolls-Royce, and Sheng Mian instantly recognized that it was Fu Yancheng's car.

No way?
Before the thoughts in his heart were over, Lao Li walked down and dragged Sheng Mian directly to the Rolls-Royce.

Mr. Fu was very satisfied with the paintings Sheng Mian drew last time, and Sheng Mian had also been in Mr. Fu's car before.

The car window fell, revealing Fu Yancheng's face.

Even here, he still has a stack of papers on his lap.

She wore an expensive Patek Philippe on her wrist, her nails were neatly trimmed, her hand was slender and delicate, and because her wrist was too fair, the veins on the back of her hand could be clearly seen.

This hand is as attractive as his face.

"Boss Fu, this is the little girl who painted last time. We just want to go on a field trip later. The place she's going to is near there. There are a few old men in our car, and there are people who smoke. I'm afraid that the little girl will be smoked. Let her take your car?"

Lao Li spoke very sincerely, with a smile on his simple face.

Sheng Mian noticed with sharp eyes that Fu Yancheng's fingertips tightened slightly as he held the document, probably because he was disturbed from thinking.

Just as she was about to say no need, she heard his clear voice, "Come up."

Sheng Mian had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit in.

As soon as the car door was closed, she pretended to turn her head and look out the window, admiring the scenery outside.

But out of the corner of her eye, she saw the oranges on the shelf beside her, which were the ones she gave her last night. They were really out of place among the pile of documents.

The boss of Jade Sandalwood Flooring has a villa in the mountains. Because the customers are stable, he doesn’t have to worry about orders, and he has low material desires, so he chooses to live in the county.

There is a large villa in the mountains, and there is also a villa in the county, and they live in exchange.

This is the information Sheng Mian got from his uncle. To deal with this kind of boss, he really didn't know how to impress him.

The car bumped a bit, Sheng Mian saw that the oranges on the shelf were about to roll off, and quickly reached out to pick them up.

But Fu Yancheng also reached out his hand at this moment, and the fingertips of the two were instantly held together.

One cold, one hot.

Sheng Mian looked up at him in surprise, Fu Yancheng frowned slightly, probably not expecting this surprise.

Sheng Mian quickly withdrew her hand, and brought up a topic to break up the current atmosphere, "How is the injury on Mr. Fu's back?"

Because she withdrew her hand, the orange fell to the ground.

Fu Yancheng bent over, trying to pick up the orange, Sheng Mian thought of the injury on his back, this action would stretch his wound, so he quickly put one hand on his shoulder.

"Boss Fu, let me pick it up."

The orange fell closer to Fu Yancheng, but Sheng Mian remembered his injury, so he leaned over and squatted over.

She squatted and reached out with her hand, and the tip of her nose inevitably touched the fabric on the outside of Fu Yancheng's leg.

The moist breath permeated through the fabric and instantly penetrated into the body.

But Sheng Mian didn't notice, she only focused on reaching for the orange with her fingertips, pawed and pulled twice with her fingertips, and after reaching it, she was relieved.

Pick it up and put it in front of Fu Yancheng.

Fu Yancheng didn't look at the orange, but felt that the beating frequency of his heart was a little chaotic. He frowned, trying to ignore this feeling.

"Let it go."

Sheng Mian thought he didn't like it, but because of his good upbringing, he didn't throw it away. After all, it was a gift from someone, so he kept it here.

She also put the orange back in place, and sat back in her seat.

A subtle atmosphere spread in the silence, like a lingering fragrance.

Fu Yancheng looked down at the document, and out of the corner of his eye he stopped on the outside of his leg, where it felt a little itchy, as if the warmth was still there.

(End of this chapter)