Zheng Miao raised her lips and smiled, hiding the look of disgust in her eyes: "Who else can there be, Mr. Fu? Of course it's Fu Guining."
Yes, who else could be Mr. Fu? There is only one Fu Guining of the Fu family in the entire capital city.
But isn’t Zheng Miao the fiancée of the Lin family? Why do you have to go to Fu Guining's appointment so late at night? What's more, the rumored Fu Guining is not a womanizer.
Zheng Miao's words were full of doubts and aroused everyone's suspicion.
Some people started shouting: "Mr. Fu is drinking next door right now. Why don't you call Mr. Fu over to prove that what you said is true. Otherwise, if your words are half true, we won't be able to cooperate with you with confidence."
As soon as this was said, many people echoed it.
But Zheng Miao had just angered Fu Guining, and she knew that Fu Guining would never help in this situation.
However, everyone's emotions became more and more passionate, and most of them were just watching the excitement.
She smiled and said without changing her expression: "The time that Mr. Fu and I made an appointment is after the cocktail party. It might not be appropriate to interrupt now."
Zheng Miao looked calm on the surface, but in fact she was panicking inside. But she couldn't show it, otherwise her secret would be revealed. For now, she could only delay it as long as possible.
After hearing such prevarication, of course everyone refused to give up. Even if Zheng Miao tried his best to stop them, it was still to no avail.
"Since I know Mr. Fu, he can always give you some noodles, right? If you don't want to go, we can just go over and ask Mr. Fu if he knows you."
After saying this, everyone ran to the next door to watch the fun.
Seeing how persistent these people were, Zheng Miao had no choice but to follow them.
She knew in her heart that the matter was so big now, and if Fu Guining really didn't cooperate with her, then these business negotiations would definitely not be possible.
No matter what, she had to ask Fu Guining to help her.
There is also a cocktail party next door, but most of them are at the top of the powerful society, and they conduct most of the secret transactions that cannot be exposed openly.
Fu Guining was among them, and there were countless people who wanted to come forward to flatter him.
He was wearing a suit and sitting on the sofa in the corner, with an aura about him that kept strangers away. As the wine glass swayed, his dignified and cold face and his chillingly sharp eyes were reflected.
The fat man who was looking for trouble at the beginning wanted to take the opportunity to please Fu Guining, so he ran up like a dog, but was stopped by the secretary.
He stuck his head out, grinned, and the fat on his face was piled up layer by layer: "Mr. Fu, hello, I am Li Chenggong, the person in charge of the Li family."
Before Fu Guining could say anything, the secretary refused with a cold expression: "Sorry, Mr. Fu is not available!"
"No, no, no, I'm not here to discuss cooperation." The fat man explained hurriedly, and then pointed at Zheng Miao, who had arrived late. "This woman just said she had an appointment with Mr. Fu. I'm worried that she used Mr. Fu's name It’s a lie, so come and check.”
Fu Guining couldn't be bothered to pay attention to people who were showing off their presence in front of him, but there happened to be a group of people who were not afraid of death and were making noises next to him.
There was a rage in his eyes, like a beast imprisoned in a cage, as if it could rush out in the next second and tear the noisy people to pieces.
Frowning his brows, his gloomy eyes glanced at the cheering crowd, and the venue fell silent instantly.
Zheng Miao was a little uncomfortable with the sudden silence. She forced herself to speak: "...Mr. Fu, hello."
This familiar voice made the anger in Fu Guining's eyes dissipate a little, and he raised his brows almost invisible.
He turned his head and glanced at the woman in a white evening dress, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Thinking of what the man said just now, he looked away and uttered two words coldly: "Unfamiliar."
This answer made everyone sigh, and all kinds of contemptuous eyes fell on Zheng Miao's face.
Zheng Miao's smile froze slightly, but what she cared about was not other people's eyes. What she cared about was that this business might fail.
After the reception, Zheng Miao put on a shawl and locked eyes with Fu Guining's figure.
She held Fu Guining's arm familiarly and tightened it bit by bit.
Fu Guining glanced down and asked her in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"
"Of course I'm going home with Mr. Fu."
Zheng Miao blinked and leaned closer to him again. The shawl on her shoulders slid down halfway, and the small dress was tightly wrapped around her body, revealing the white chest and round shoulders.
Fu Guining's expression changed and he wanted to leave.
But how could Zheng Miao give him this opportunity?
Her body clung to Fu Guining's body as softly as if she had no bones. After struggling, the shawl completely slipped off, and Fu Guining gave up.
In front of him, she slowly pulled up her shawl, her movements ambiguous.
Zheng Miao admired Fu Guining's cold expression. She curled her lips and softened her voice: "You kissed me! Can't I go home with you?"
Her slender fingers touched her lips, and her lower lip still had traces of being bitten by Fu Guining.
Fu Guining still looked calm, "No."
Zheng Miao stamped her feet angrily, a faint pink color creeping onto her cheeks.
How could this person do this!
She shook Fu Guining's arm and said coquettishly: "I'm a girl. It's not safe to go home so late. Mr. Fu will send me back."
