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

Chapter 266 He and Her Must Be Innocent

Fu Yancheng's hand paused, and he looked out of the window involuntarily. The one standing on the side of the road was indeed Sheng Mian.

Sheng Mian frowned, as if she was calling someone, it was obvious that she was in trouble.

And the bar behind her was surrounded by many people, and even the police interspersed in the middle, stopping people who took pictures from time to time.

The bar has been cordoned off.

Fu Yancheng also asked Qi Shen, "What happened to this bar?"

Qi Shen didn't expect him to ask this, so he quickly called and went out to investigate.

One minute later, he hung up the phone before replying to Fu Yancheng.

"President, a murder has occurred here. Someone here was poisoned by alcohol and died on the spot."

But what does this have to do with Penny, why is she here in the middle of the night?

Wen Sihe sat beside Fu Yancheng the whole time, and saw that he had stopped what he was doing and looked out the window since he heard the word penny.

Because Sheng Mian was still on the phone with the hospital right now, she didn't realize that Fu Yancheng's car was right in front of her.

Looking at her through the car window, Fu Yancheng thought of Liu Ge who he ran into at the entrance of the bar.

He withdrew his gaze, his expression indifferent.

"Let's drive, the meeting is about to begin."

Just a second ago, Wen Sihe thought that this person treated Penny differently, after all, he handed it over for the first time and kissed in front of so many people.

Compared with Xiao Chuqing's innocence, he and Penny are definitely not innocent.

But now knowing that Sheng Mian may have gotten into trouble, his attitude is still so cold, it seems that there is no difference?
Wen Sihe looked away, and couldn't help laughing.

"Yancheng, I've always been curious. I slept with Penny all night. Did you recall it afterwards?"

Fu Yancheng was still browsing the information, but when he heard this, his fingertips became stiff.

The car passed by Wen Sihe's villa area, Fu Yancheng's tone was light, "Get out."

Wen Sihe shrugged his shoulders, and when he got out of the car, he still couldn't hold back his words.

"It's not good anymore, why are you still not used to this kind of topic? It is said that men are out of control after eating meat, not to mention you who put all your body and mind into work, and you have tasted what it is like to be a woman this day. Can you continue to go back and knock wooden fish to become a monk?"

What responded to Wen Sihe was the sound of the car door closing.

Qi Shen in the front row pretended not to hear Wen Sihe's words, because Wen Sihe is a screenwriter, and he can talk freely about matters between men and women on weekdays, and he is more explicit than ordinary people.

Or to be more precise, for Fu Yancheng, these issues were very explicit.

After all, other men in the circle talk about women just like Wen Sihe.

If this woman didn't have a prominent family background, her fate would be even more pitiful.

Men are often crueler than anyone else to women who still love him but he no longer loves.

Not only is he merciless, intolerant, he can even be insanely humiliating.

In this circle, because they are used to being the trendsetters of this era, many people who are above the circle have even lost their humanity.

What's more, women's status in the commercial battlefield is far inferior to that of men. Although it is cruel to say it, it is indeed a fact.

During Fu Yancheng's three years abroad, when he was on Wall Street, he witnessed the bullying of working women there.

Age, marriage and childbearing, and even not accepting unspoken rules can all be used as reasons for refusing women to enter the workforce.

Fu Yancheng is passionate about work, and has never been involved in the selection of female companions, so no one is so ignorant to ask such questions in front of him.

Now the carriage fell into silence, and the computer was still on his lap.

Because he paused browsing, the computer screen has been turned off at this moment.

In this quiet atmosphere, he could feel something strange about himself.

Because of Wen Sihe's question, his thoughts were drawn back to that night.

Or not that night, but the last time she was wearing a suspender at home, revealing large expanses of fair skin.

There is also the fruit hidden under the cloth that is tempting to pick, all of which are destroying people's reason.

(End of this chapter)