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

Chapter 340 Still Interlocking Fingers

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she put the newspaper away. After waiting here for so long, her bad mood has gradually recovered, but this can't change what she is about to do.

"Mr. Fu."

She called out politely.

Fu Yancheng walked behind the black marble table and sat on the leather chair.

"If there is something to do, we will talk about it in two hours. I will have a meeting first."

Sheng Mian lowered her eyelashes. Anyway, she has been waiting for two hours. She doesn't mind waiting any longer. She must finish it tonight.

"Okay, Mr. Fu, you are busy first."

Fu Yancheng raised his head, and his deep gaze fell on her.

At this moment, Qi Shen opened the door and came in, bringing Fu Yancheng a cup of coffee.

When he was about to leave, Fu Yancheng asked softly, "Penny, have you had dinner yet?"

Sheng Mian was angered by Xiao Yue just now, so he couldn't care less about having dinner.

"No."

"Qi Shen, prepare a dinner for her."

Qi Shen's footsteps paused slightly, thinking that although the president didn't want to admit it, he was quite careful with Miss Penny.

"Boss Fu, I'm not hungry."

Sheng Mian didn't appreciate it.

Fu Yancheng narrowed his eyes, and slowly turned on the computer next to him.

"I don't know when the meeting will end, at least two hours, eat something first."

Sheng Mian no longer refused.

Qi Shen didn't dare to bring a staff meal casually, so he hastened to notify the star hotel. In less than half an hour, a small dining car was pushed to the top floor and pushed in front of Sheng Mian.

Sheng Mian was a little surprised, remembering the dining car that appeared at Xiao Chuqing's door.

A small table was placed in front of her, with everything from appetizers to desserts.

Sheng Mian was not hungry at first, but these things really looked appetizing.

So I couldn't hold back, picked up the fork and ate slowly.

Fu Yancheng was sitting on the leather chair for the meeting, but he glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

Seeing her stuffing a small dessert into her mouth with a fork, probably because of something on her mind, the cream accidentally rubbed the corner of her mouth.

Fu Yancheng's fingers trembled, and he looked away, pretending to be indifferently looking at the screen in front of him.

High-level foreign officials are still reporting one after another, but he finds it boring.

After Sheng Mian finished eating, he picked up the financial newspaper and read it again. His forehead hair naturally fell down, revealing only a small white face.

After half an hour, she was probably sleepy, and the speed of closing her eyes slowed down.

The newspaper in his hand fell to his feet, and Fu Yancheng's voice became softer unconsciously.

She leaned against the cushion beside her and fell asleep directly.

The original two-hour meeting lasted for three hours because of a small change in the middle.

After finishing, Fu Yancheng turned off the computer and glanced at the sky outside.

It was completely dark, and the lights of Wanjia were turned on.

He sent a text message to Qi Shen, saying that he would drive by himself tonight, and Qi Shen had already left.

At this moment, Fu Yancheng got up and slowly came to Sheng Mian's side.

She slept so soundly that he couldn't bear to disturb her.

"penny?"

He was wearing a well-made suit, and he stretched out his slender fingertips to push people.

But Sheng Mian just woke up at this time, a little dazed, so subconsciously raised his hand, and grabbed the hand he extended.

Still interlocking fingers.

She thought it was sticky, it was a game she and sticky often played.

When she woke up and saw that the person in front of her was Fu Yancheng, she was so frightened that she reacted instantly, and hurriedly shook her hand away.

"Boss Fu Fu."

She glanced outside, only then did she realize how long she had slept, and quickly pretended to tidy up the mess on the small table to avoid the embarrassment of shaking off his hand.

The lights in the office are bright and quiet.

But she felt that the gaze, which was brighter than the light, fell on her coolly.

"Sorry, Mr. Fu, I thought it was sticky."

She smiled awkwardly.

Fu Yancheng has recovered his composure, and his tone is indifferent, "What can you do with me?"

Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief quietly, tidied up the garbage, and threw it into the trash can. He wanted to take it away, but he heard him say, "The cleaning will come to clean up and disinfect later."

She put it down and followed behind him.

"Mr. Fu, the house in Yujingyuan should be handed over to someone else. We have free designers in our studio. I can introduce them to you."

(End of this chapter)