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

Chapter 868

Sang Qi hurriedly stood in front of Sheng Mian, seeing several lunch boxes scattered on the ground, his face darkened.

"Fu Yancheng, you never thought about what to do if these things burned her face and disfigured her?"

Fu Yancheng put a cigarette into his mouth, and said lightly, "It's just right, so I won't have to mess around with her outside."

Turning the corner and scolding Sang Qi.

What the hell!

Sang Qi only felt his fists itch.

Fu Yancheng didn't stay here much, and didn't even go to see Sheng Mian, and left directly.

Sang Qi was so angry that he wanted to chase, "Are you a fucking man! What kind of skill is bullying women like this?!"

But Sheng Mian raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve.

Sang Qi simply hated that iron could not be made into steel.

"Penny, let go, I will vent my anger on you now and kill him."

Sheng Mian squatted down and began to pick up the lunch boxes on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Sang Qi felt inexplicably sad.

"Sorry, I didn't expect him to appear in your company."

Sheng Mian threw the lunch box into the trash can beside her, acting very nonchalantly.

Sang Qi really couldn't figure out what she was thinking, if it were any other woman, she would probably have cried a long time ago, how could she be so calm.

"penny."

"Master Sang."

The two spoke almost at the same time.

Sheng Mian wiped the soup on her chest with a paper towel on the side tea table, she had to change clothes.

"Penny, you say."

"He spoke in anger."

This he refers to Fu Yancheng.

Sheng Mian called Zhuang Wan and asked her to prepare a dress, then looked at Sang Qi.

"He heard my words, and he said that when he was angry."

But in Sang Qi's view, this is Sheng Mian defending Fu Yancheng.

Even what Fu Yancheng said can be forgiven, probably because she really cares about Fu Yancheng, it is really cruel to let her go, but the little sister...
"Penny, my little sister cares too much about him, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, remember to give me the three Hollywood spots. I'll choose the cast members now. Given the time I've lost so much, the role that Young Master Sang gave shouldn't be a perfunctory role, right?"

"No, as long as the people you choose are qualified, I will let them fire the first shot in Hollywood."

Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at him, "Can I sign a contract within three days?"

"can."

At this time, she is still busy with her work in an orderly manner.

Sang Qi couldn't say anything.

And the other side.

After Fu Yancheng entered the elevator, he glanced at himself reflected in the mirror.

Extremely embarrassed.

He threw the cigarette into the trash can next to him, thinking that she only hesitated for a minute, he found it funny.

He finally experienced the pain of being belittled.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he returned to his car, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to crush the steering wheel.

The boss of the Auto Expo called him at this time, and his attitude was very polite.

"Boss Fu, Fu Hengshu contacted me again, look."

"roll."

"Okay, then I'll call you later."

Fu Yancheng just felt irritable. He tore off his tie and threw himself on the back of the chair.

Three Hollywood entries.

Oh shit.

When had he, Fu Yancheng, been humiliated like this?

The more you think, the more angry you are.

After staying in the car for half an hour, the old man called and asked him to go back for dinner.

Fu Hengshu's recent actions are too big, and the old man has been alarmed, so I want to ask Fu Yancheng what's going on.

"Will Mianmian come with you?"

Hearing these words, Fu Yancheng felt his chest was about to explode with anger.

"Not coming."

"Oh, then I'll let the kitchen do whatever I want."

The old man even hung up very quickly.

When Fu Yancheng arrived at the old house, he finally knew what it meant to be casual.

When Sheng Mian was here, all the things that flew in the sky, those that ran on the ground, and those that swam in the water were brought to the table. She wished she could call the legendary dragon to raise her body.

Fu Yancheng was the only one tonight, and there was a bowl of white water noodles on the dinner table, not even chopped green onions.

(End of this chapter)