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

Chapter 993 Mr. Fu, Did We Do Something Wrong?
Zhuang Wan stood where he was, not knowing what to do for a while.

She stood for a few minutes, and after a while, she saw the woman coming out of the elevator with a lunch box and walking towards her.

When Sang Jiu walked to the front desk, he asked crisply, "Is husband Yancheng not at the company today?"

"Miss Sang, Mr. Fu has a social event today."

Sang Jiu nodded, and focused his gaze on Zhuang Wan, "Isn't this Sheng Mian's assistant?"

She has investigated Sheng Mian's information long ago, and she knows who is around Sheng Mian.

What's more, Zhuang Wan is still Sheng Mian's right-hand man.

Zhuang Wan immediately realized that this was the little princess of the Sang family, the recently rumored date of Fu Yancheng.

She was about to go out in a hurry, but she heard someone say: "Now Sheng Mian can't get in touch with Husband Yancheng, so did he send you here to harass people? How can a dignified CEO be so humble, Husband Yancheng doesn't want to have any trouble with her anymore, why is she still not giving up?"

Zhuang Wan's fingertips hanging on one side were slowly clenched, listening to the woman's innocent tone, she was even more annoyed.

She gritted her teeth.

Sang Jiu stepped forward at this moment, blinking his big eyes.

"Didn't I tell Sheng Mian herself a long time ago? She is already out, so people from your company should not come here again."

"Miss Sang, this is Mr. Fu's company, not the Sang family's. I don't need your permission to come here."

Sang Jiu smiled and looked Zhuang Wan up and down.

"It's no wonder Sheng Mian chose you as an assistant. You have the same sharp teeth, but unfortunately you don't have any skills. You can't even get to the top floor. What are you showing off with me here, really."

She greeted the front desk lady with a smile, and left with her skirt in her hand.

Zhuang Wan stood where he was, furious at this white lotus.

But they have such a strong background!

Zhuang Wan lowered her head and walked forward, thinking about who else could help, and then she thought of Shan Xiao's Aunt Liu.

Mr. Sheng still has some people in Shanxiao, and these people can investigate!
Zhuang Wan patted himself on the head, and hurried towards Shan Xiao.

And the box hotel on the other side.

Sheng Mian made an appointment with the director to meet here, but the director waited for an hour, but he didn't see her, and he didn't even receive a phone call.

He has made several popular movies, and he didn't want to sign with any other company. This time he came here because he trusted SM.

After all, several people had said good things about Sheng Mian in front of him, and he had also inquired about the status of SM's employees, and all the people staying there were very comfortable. Even An Yu said that Sheng Mian was a very good president.

As a result, the other party let him go!
The director was so angry that he immediately stood up and called Sheng Mian himself, but no one answered!
Arriving an hour late and still not answering his call, he suddenly felt that the good things he heard were all fake.

He opened the door angrily and wanted to leave, but met another group of people in the corridor.

He knew that the one walking in the middle was Fu Yancheng, the president of the Fu Corporation.

Fu Yancheng was accompanied by several producers.

Fu has been expanding projects in the entertainment industry for the past six months, and it is estimated that he will make a big movie recently.

The director and those producers knew each other well, so they couldn't help exchanging a few pleasantries.

When asked why a person came here, his face was a little ugly.

"Mr. Sheng from SM invited me to meet. I heard that she has a good reputation. I didn't expect to be an hour late. I called her and refused to answer, but I was so angry that I came here without work."

Since the other producers were not in the upper circles of the imperial capital, they didn't hear the gossip between Fu Yancheng and Sheng Mian, so they chatted a little.

"Whether this president is a woman or not, women are not suitable for business talks."

"That's right, I'm probably still doing makeup at home, hahahaha."

A few men joked innocuously, opened the door of the box next to it, and said to Fu Yancheng respectfully, "Boss Fu, please."

Fu Yancheng didn't go in, but said in a flat tone: "There's no need to talk about it."

The faces of several producers changed instantly, and they were a little uneasy, "What's wrong, Mr. Fu, did we do something wrong?"

Fu Yancheng had already turned around, his face turned cold, "When are you going to change your personality, let's talk about it."

The producer stood where he was, his face flushed from humiliation, and he didn't know which of his words made him unhappy.

When Fu Yancheng stood in the elevator, the director also came over and stood in the corner tremblingly. After all, he had just seen some top producers with eccentricities, and guessed that the president's temper was not very good.

Fu Yancheng raised his head slightly, and met his gaze through the mirror.

The director quickly lowered his head, but heard him ask.

"Sheng Mian was an hour late?"

"Ah, yes, I called her, but she didn't answer."

(End of this chapter)