There was no work to do today, and Zhu Yilan's dress was not as business-like as usual.
The smoky pink silk sling is paired with a lace skirt of a similar color. One side is slit, exposing the smooth and white calf skin from time to time when walking. There is a long windbreaker on the outside, and the waist straps hang loosely on both sides. Nude high heels show off a gentle and ladylike temperament, and visually lengthen the legs.
When she entered the door, she put on her house slippers, glanced at the tea room, calmed her mind, and walked over with an indifferent expression.
Zhu Yilan got up early in the morning and went to the barber shop to have her hair styled. Her wavy hair was black and soft, and she casually pulled it into a low ponytail. Two strands were deliberately pulled out from her ears to modify her face. Wearing elegant makeup that matched the style of her clothes, her eyes lost their usual coldness and became radiant.
"Long time no see, Lan Lan, she's so beautiful today." Lu Yanzhi took an admiring look and said, "She looks like a heroine in a Korean drama."
Zhu Yilan smiled at him and said, "Long time no see, Mr. Lu."
"Tsk, you are so indifferent to me, but I always think about you." Lu Yanzhi covered his chest in a pretentious manner, with a sad look on his face, "It hurts my heart so much."
Zhu Yilan is a young girl, and her behavior is quite mature. She is serious and upright in front of others and behind the scenes. This is also why she can become Fu Jichen's secretary. In Lu Yanzhi's opinion, she is the female version of Qu Mo, strict and orderly. He found it interesting and always wanted to tease her a few words when they met.
Zhu Yilan looked indifferent and unmoved, and used the honorific title for him: "Stop teasing me."
Lu Yanzhi smiled heartily: "Do you have something to do with your boss? Why do I remember that he has no serious work to deal with in his schedule this afternoon."
It was because he found out that Fu Jichen had nothing to do that he came here to have some fun. He stole half a day to enjoy the scenery in the garden, sip some of the fine tea he had collected, and have a meal in the evening.
Zhu Yilan looked at the person who had never spoken.
He sat back in the wooden chair, with one hand on his knee, a few turns of black rope wrapped around his fingertips, and the white jade carved handle dangling in the air. In private, he has a bit of laziness that is rare in business, which is particularly fascinating.
After calming down his emotions, Zhu Yilan said calmly: "Mr. Chen, I brought the clerk over, and everyone is waiting outside."
"What clerk?"
Fu Jichen changed his posture and picked up the master's cup on the coffee table.
Zhu Yilan took a step closer and reminded me: "Yesterday you asked me to buy some daily women's jewelry and send them to Rose Manor. I happened to be free today and brought some clerks from brand stores here. If there are any inappropriate ones, I will It’s easier to swap.”
Fu Jichen raised his hand and pointed: "On the third floor, turn right and take the third room. Send it in and let her choose."
Zhu Yilan looked slightly stunned. That girl lives on the third floor? The third floor is Mr. Chen's private living area, and entry is never allowed without permission.
"Is there anything else?" Fu Jichen raised his eyes and glanced at her, then picked up the glass teapot and poured tea into the fair cups, and then gave himself and Lu Yanzhi a cup of tea respectively.
"No, I'm going up."
Zhu Yilan suppressed his slightly depressed mood, turned around, took a deep breath, and almost lost his sense of proportion.
Behind her, Lu Yanzhi took a sip of tea. He was too shocked to pay attention to the temperature of the tea. The cup he just poured was very hot: "Are you serious?"
He was asking Fu Jichen. Zhu Yilan heard this and wondered what he meant. What was true or false?
Zhu Yilan had no intention of thinking and led six or seven female clerks in professional suits upstairs. Everyone's hands were full of shopping bags of different sizes. They didn't dare to make any big moves after entering the house, but their eyes were uncontrollably looking at the furnishings in the manor. Everything was exquisite and luxurious, and even one pair of eyes was not enough. , can’t see it at all.
Turn right on the third floor, and the two doors of the third room are open.
From Zhu Yilan's perspective, the girl was sitting curled up on the chaise longue in front of the window, hugging her legs, resting her chin on her knees, looking out the window in a daze.
The weather was fine, the sun came in, and she was bathed in abundant warm light, which was clear and moving.
Fu Jichen was not here, and the jealousy in Zhu Yilan's eyes could not be concealed. She sighed secretly, knocked on the open door symbolically, and said businesslikely: "Hello, Miss, I am Zhu Yilan, Mr. Chen's secretary. He asked me to come over and give You give me clothes and jewelry.”
Piaofei's thoughts were brought back, Shen Jianian looked sideways and frowned slightly, feeling a little awkward.
But she didn't say anything and pointed them to the location of the cloakroom.
Zhu Yilan smiled and asked, "Don't you give it a try?"
Shen Jianian shook his head.
Zhu Yilan looked at her with a strange expression. What girl would not be moved by receiving so many expensive and beautiful clothes, jewelry and bags all at once, but her plain face had no expression at all, and she could not see the slightest joy.
*
A little later, Fu Jichen went upstairs, and Shen Jia Nian leaned on the imperial concubine chair in a daze. If Zhu Yilan were here, you would find that she didn't even change her posture.
Fu Jichen coughed lowly.
Shen Jia Nian turned to look at him, put on his slippers, stood up, and said softly: "Mr. Fu."
After the topic at the lunch table yesterday was lightly discussed, he didn't mention it again. It was already difficult for her to speak once, so she was naturally embarrassed to speak a second time.
Fu Jichen handed her a new mobile phone with a calling card already installed.
Shen Jianian subconsciously picked it up. The screen that lit up showed a paused video interface. The person inside looked familiar. It seemed to be her cousin Yin Shuyao: "This..."
Fu Jichen looked at her: "According to what you said, treat others in their own way. Why don't you accept it?"
Shen Jianian clicked on the video, and Yin Shuyao's crying sound rang out in the silent room, corresponding to her ugly appearance in the video. It was so embarrassing that she turned it off after watching it for a few seconds.
Her original intention was to teach Yin Shuyao a lesson and let her experience firsthand how frightening and humiliating it would be to encounter such a thing. It was not really to ruin her innocence.
The person Fu Jichen hired was very measured. He just scared her and didn't do anything to her.
Shen Jianian: "Thank you."
Fu Jichen hummed, glanced in the direction of the cloakroom, and asked her, "Do the clothes fit?"
Shen Jianian was stunned for a moment, but did not hide it from him: "I didn't try."
"Why don't you try?"
Shen Jia Nian didn't know how to describe the feeling at the moment. She could guess the price of those items at a glance, and a random piece of clothing would cost tens of thousands of yuan. There are also those jewelry bags, all of which are luxury goods. He seemed too good to her, unreal.
Shen Jia Nian didn't answer for a long time, and Fu Jichen had no intention of getting to the bottom of it, so he naturally returned to the topic: "I will start working in Dong Ke from the day after tomorrow. Is the position, Assistant to the President, okay?"
Shen Jia Nian's astonished look was caught in his eyes, and he asked with a smile: "Can't do it?"
"No." Shen Jianian was stunned by him, "Why?"
Fu Jichen's tone rose slightly, with a hint of ridicule: "You said that the position of personal assistant to the president is not suitable for me to do things for me? There is no way that Miss Shen's promise is just words."
Shen Jianian's eyes lit up with an unusually bright light: "You agreed?!"
"What are you promising? To get the Lingyue Group back for you?" Fu Jichen said with a smile, "I said that you will discuss this deal with me after you have thought about it. I let you serve as an assistant as a reward for taking you in."
After saying that, Fu Jichen withdrew his eyes from her face and left the room.
Shen Jia Nian's mind went blank for a few seconds. He held the new phone in his hand, regained consciousness and entered "Dong Ke" in the search box. The information that popped up showed that Dongke was a subsidiary of Beicheng Junshan Group established in Yicheng, and its main business was medical devices.
The chairman of Junshan Group is named Fu, and he has three sons and one daughter. The eldest son, Fu Zhengyun, married a daughter of the Wei family in Beicheng. They got married and gave birth to a pair of twins, a boy and a girl, and then a younger son. Among the younger generation, the eldest grandson Fu Jichen is the most outstanding and is expected to become the new heir.
Fu Jichen.
The owner of Rose Manor is named Fu, and the driver and secretary call him "Mr. Chen." Could it be that he is Fu Jichen?
If she is from the Fu family in Beicheng, there is hope for helping her get the company back. Shen Jia Nian bit his lip, thoughtfully.
