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

Chapter 489 That's Jealousy
He finally knew what the fire lingered in his heart since seeing Shen Sheng.

That's jealousy.

Hearing that group of people vividly talking about how ecstasy it was like being in bed with a woman at this moment, he only felt that the air here was very stuffy.

Wen Sihe saw that he was in a bad mood tonight, so he touched his shoulder.

"Shall we go first?"

Wen Sihe is used to that group of people with no barriers, everyone is in this circle, when they are usually like dogs, they talk about stocks and business, but if they take off that layer of elite skin, the things they talk about will not be on the stage.

This is not to belittle anyone, and it has nothing to do with family background or education, this is human nature.

But after he said this to Fu Yancheng, Fu Yancheng sat there motionless.

Wen Sihe was a little puzzled, just about to ask him what was going on, when he saw the door of the box opened, and Sheng Mian walked in with a drawing board.

Shen Sheng saw her and got up quickly, "Penny."

He yelled and rushed to her side.

"Come on, will this environment be too noisy?"

Sheng Mian shook her head, and spotted Fu Yancheng not far away with sharp eyes, and instantly understood Shen Sheng's little thoughts.

"No noise, as I said, the environment is up to Mr. Shen."

Shen Sheng liked Sheng Mian's seriousness, he set up a bench for her, and made a space for her.

"It doesn't need to be too much trouble, just a sketch."

Sketching is the foundation for a level like Sheng Mian. Even if you put your heart into it, you can finish it within an hour.

Shen Sheng was worried that she didn't like the atmosphere here, so he gave in so much.

Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen."

Sheng Mian didn't go to say hello to Fu Yancheng, just sat down on this stool and began to draw seriously.

The others were silent for a while, and then made fun of Shen Sheng.

"Mr. Shen, is this a new interest in playing?"

Shen Sheng waved his hand, he didn't want this group of people to make fun of Sheng Mian with such nasty jokes.

"This is Master Zhang Rong's disciple, you'd better keep your mouth shut."

As soon as he heard that he was Zhang Rong's disciple, the person who wanted to make a joke shut up instantly, and couldn't help asking, "I remember that this seems to be Mr. Fu's designer, right?"

Shen Sheng raised his eyebrows proudly, "Designer is just a side job, and he won't do it after finishing this job, so I plan to let him practice with me first, so that he can calm down in such a noisy environment. It is worthy of being taught by Master Zhang Rong."

Shen Sheng flattered and blinked at Sheng Mian.

Sheng Mian also smiled at him, then quietly looked at her drawing board, not paying attention to anyone.

Everyone almost knew what Shen Sheng was thinking. This is not a test of his painting skills, but a different way of chasing him.

Bringing Sheng Mian into this circle, everyone now knows that she is Zhang Rong's disciple, and if they want to hire someone to paint in the future, the first thing they think of is her.

There was a few compliments, and everyone started drinking again, but this time there were no jokes about women.

Fu Yancheng looked deeply at Sheng Mian, and saw that she had been talking to Shen Sheng from the moment she entered the door, and they both looked at each other with smiles.

He only felt a burst of anger surge from the soles of his feet in an instant, rushing towards Tianling Gai.

But he didn't say anything, just holding the cup in his hand gloomyly.

Wen Sihe on the side didn't know that Fu Yancheng hadn't left since he knew Sheng Mian was coming.

"I've said it before, a woman who can have an affair with you can also play with other people. Scumbags and scumbags are the same, so it's fresh."

The implication is that you haven't got tired of sleeping with him yet, but they got tired of sleeping with you first, and now you want to sleep with someone else.

These words made Fu Yancheng's nerves ache.

He filled the glass in his hand with wine, but his mouth was hard.

"Do you think I really care about her?"

Wen Sihe twitched the corners of his mouth, why didn't he see that this man's mouth was so hard before.

"If you don't care about it, don't care about it. Then why are you angry with me?"

"I do not have."

Fu Yancheng finished another glass of wine, "I was just playing with her."

(End of this chapter)