Fu Jichen was silent for a long time, his deep eyes moving on Shen Jianian's face, with an expression that was half thoughtful and half playful.
The clock was ticking. Gradually, Shen Jia Nian couldn't help but feel a scorching heat running from his cheeks to his ears. Before the words came out of her mouth, she knew exactly how she would be treated by Mr. Fu, because the deal itself sounded like child's play.
He is not related to her, and even if he has the strength, he has no intention of helping her get the company back.
She has no equivalent value.
She said that if she worked for him as a cow or a horse, even if the term was for a lifetime, how much benefit could she create for him?
Shen Jianian, after all, you are too naive.
Fu Jichen picked up the bowl at hand and took a sip of the soup. He looked at his watch again and saw that he could stay at home for at most twenty minutes. He kept the story short: "Shen Jia Nian, wait until you have thought about it before talking to me. There are some things that cannot be turned back." .”
Shen Jia Nian suddenly raised his head and flapped his eyelashes slowly a few times. What did he mean by this?
Seeing her puzzled expression, Fu Jichen could deduce that she was impulsive and had never thought about the true meaning behind the transaction.
Once the deal takes effect, she will be his accessory to Fu Jichen. She will no longer be Miss Shen, and whatever pride she has left will have to be crushed...
Fu Jichen remained silent and did not explain to her, leaving enough time for her to figure it out on her own.
"Mr. Fu, can you... speak more clearly?" Shen Jianian saw that he was about to leave and called out eagerly, embarrassed to say that she did not understand what he said.
"eat slowly."
Fu Jichen quietly dropped the topic, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and wiped his fingertips. Then he got up and took the elevator upstairs, leaving Shen Jianian sitting alone in the restaurant in confusion.
The doorbell rang, awakening Shen Jianian from his thoughts.
She wanted to open the door, but Zhou Rongzhen was one step faster than her. She came out of the kitchen, opened a door, and stepped aside with a smile: "Best wishes to the secretary."
The visitor is Fu Jichen's secretary Zhu Yilan. She has a slender figure, a neat ponytail, and beautiful features. She is wearing a high-quality dark blue satin shirt, with a bow tie casually tied under the collar, silky and smooth. It hangs down to the chest and is worn with a slim-fitting pencil skirt. She was not wearing her suit jacket for the time being, so she folded it in half and put it on her arm.
Zhu Yilan smiled faintly, and the tassels of the diamond earrings swept over his shoulders: "Have you had dinner, boss?"
Zhou Rongzhen helped take the briefcase from her hand so that she could change her shoes: "I just finished eating and went upstairs to change clothes. Come in and sit for a while."
Zhu Yilan took off her seven-centimeter high heels, put her white insteps into the slippers, and walked inside.
"What do you want to drink?" Zhou Rongzhen asked following behind.
"I won't drink anymore. I won't have time..."
Before he said the word "ji", a hint of surprise flashed across Zhu Yilan's eyes. He subconsciously stopped and looked at the woman sitting quietly in the restaurant.
Even while sitting, you can see that the man is tall and has a slightly slender shoulders. He is wearing comfortable off-white home clothes. His black hair is piled on his back like a handful of satin, and a few strands of hair are brushed on his cheeks. That face was impeccably beautiful, like a picture of a beauty, but more vivid than a picture of a beauty.
"This is..." Zhu Yilan quickly covered up the uneasiness on his face, looked away, and asked Zhou Rongzhen next to him, "Boss, is there a guest?"
Zhou Rongzhen looked hesitant. To be honest, she didn't know the relationship between Miss Shen and her husband, so she couldn't answer for the moment.
The elevator door rang, and Fu Jichen walked out, placing one hand on the front of his suit to button it.
There was no time to continue asking. Zhu Yilan took back the briefcase from Zhou Rongzhen, walked towards him quickly, and said calmly: "Boss, the appointment time with Mr. Rong is at two o'clock in the afternoon. It's time for us to set off."
"I know." Fu Jichen nodded lightly and walked towards the restaurant.
Shen Jianian felt someone approaching and turned her head to look. Fu Jichen was tall and tall, and the shadow cast by him could cover her whole body.
He tapped the table with his slender fingers and said directly: "Before you think about it carefully, live here with peace of mind."
Without waiting for Shen Jianian's reply, he turned and left.
Zhu Yilan was stunned and quickly followed.
Qu Mo had driven the car under the porch, and the back seat door was open. Fu Jichen bowed and sat in the car, leaning back leisurely and resting his head on the back of the seat.
Zhu Yilan opened the passenger door and got in, with her legs together slightly sideways and her briefcase on her knees. She couldn't help but peer through the rearview mirror at the man in the back seat. The light and shadow outside the car window intersected, focusing on his deep and handsome face. When he said nothing, he always had a daunting aloofness and aura.
A well-tailored suit, a neatly pressed shirt, and a meticulous tie all reflect the noble and noble temperament of a man.
Zhu Yilan's heart was pounding, and the hand on the briefcase was clenched tightly. She followed him from the day he returned to China and entered the headquarters of Junshan Group. Later, he was transferred to the Yicheng subsidiary by Chairman Fu. She resolutely gave up her position at the headquarters and followed him to stay with him.
She doesn't expect anything else, just being able to see him every day is a satisfaction to her.
Suddenly, she looked in the rearview mirror and saw the man curling his lips and smiling. His cold face suddenly melted away like ice and snow, revealing a gentle spring look.
Zhu Yilan looked stunned for a moment, not knowing why he was laughing, but a woman's intuition gave her a sense of panic.
At this moment, Fu Jichen was thinking about Shen Jia Nian talking seriously about the deal with him in the restaurant. He couldn't help laughing. It was so interesting. What did she think a man could do with her as a woman?
The Shens indeed protected their daughter too well.
"Zhu Yilan." Fu Jichen glanced forward with his dark eyes.
Hearing his name being called, Zhu Yilan pulled himself back from his thoughts, adjusted his expression and showed a restrained smile, turned sideways and looked at the back seat from the gap between the two seats, as if he was waiting for orders.
Fu Jichen slowly caressed the white jade handpiece that never left his body, and said in a low and dull voice: "When you are free, buy some daily women's jewelry and send them to Rose Manor. You can buy the rest as you see fit. I will send you the size later. .”
Zhu Yilan's heart fell to the bottom, his smile was slightly stiff, but he didn't dare to ask more: "Okay."
*
That night, Yin Shuyao worked overtime until nine o'clock and took the elevator out of the company to the underground parking lot.
The Qin Zhongtian incident was a huge blow to the Yin family. Recently, all departments have been very busy, the cooperation they had negotiated has fallen apart, and the old customers have not renewed their contracts. It is impossible to say that no one has secretly given instructions.
Yin Shuyao was so preoccupied that she didn't realize that she was being followed. She walked to her car, lowered her head and rummaged through her bag to find the car keys. Suddenly, a hand came out from behind and covered her mouth and nose.
The car keys fell to the ground, and her eyes widened in horror. She was dragged into a low-key black off-road vehicle next to her before she could scream for help.
Her hands and feet were tied, her eyes were blindfolded, and her mouth was stuffed with something, which almost blocked all her means of seeking help.
Who wants to harm her!
Yin Shuyao has been pampered since she was a child. She has never encountered such a thing. As the car started, the fear in her heart surged like a flood.
Low sobs escaped from her mouth, and the tears wet the black cloth covering her eyes. She curled up in the seat and shivered, no longer the noble posture she usually commanded.
