Fu Jingchuan was in a meeting, with his cell phone at his side. When he heard the notification sound on his cell phone, he turned his head and looked at the text message sent by Fang Wanqing, and his eyes paused for a moment.
Ke Chen, who was making a report, was a master who was good at observing words and emotions. He stopped immediately and couldn't help but glance at Fu Jingchuan's mobile phone curiously. He only had time to see the word "Shiyang" before Fu Jingchuan pressed the phone with his backhand. On the table, she looked up at him.
Ke Chen was startled, thinking that Fu Jingchuan was going to attack, but he just glanced at him coldly: "Continue!"
Ke Chen nodded hesitantly and continued to finish the unexplained design plan. Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Fu Jingchuan's eyebrows twisted.
"Who can pass the review of such a rubbish plan?" he asked, his voice not loud, but it instantly brought the already tense atmosphere in the conference room to a peak.
"..." Ke Chen was stopped by the question and glanced at Fu Jingchuan hesitantly, but hesitated to speak.
Fu Jingchuan, who couldn't get an answer, glanced at the others.
The others immediately lowered their heads and thought seriously, fearing that they would catch Fu Jingchuan's eyes and be called out.
"Can't you tell?" Fu Jingchuan asked.
No one dared to say anything.
Each one of them looked at Ke Chen secretly for help.
Ke Chen is Fu Jingchuan's special assistant and the company's vice president. He has always been the one to take the blame in the conference room, especially recently.
No matter how dull you are, you will be sensitive to the fact that something is wrong with Fu Jingchuan. It's not that he has become irritable or picky, but he has an inexplicable low pressure and is extremely strict with his work. Wherever his eyes glance, there is air conditioning.
The most important thing is that it seems to be accompanied by symptoms of amnesia, and I don’t know if I am distracted.
Ke Chen, who was stared at by everyone, was under great pressure. He could withstand the usual fire, but this time, could he withstand it?
Ke Chen buried his head lower to reduce his presence as much as possible, but Fu Jingchuan's eyes followed everyone and turned to him.
"Since everyone is looking at you, Vice President Ke will answer on behalf of everyone." Fu Jingchuan said and glanced at the European architectural design drawings on the big screen behind him, "Who can pass such a rubbish plan?"
Ke Chen: "..."
This is all hurting him.
Fu Jingchuan looked at him: "Vice President Ke?"
Ke Chen gritted his teeth and looked at Fu Jingchuan: "I... don't know."
I finally didn't have the courage to say it.
Fu Jingchuan glanced at him and then looked at the others.
Everyone else lowered their heads and pretended to think seriously.
"Mr. Wu, tell me." Fu Jingchuan randomly called someone by name.
Mr. Wu, whose name was called, glanced at Ke Chen in fear, and then threw the question back to Ke Chen: "Ke... Mr. Ke is responsible for this project."
Fu Jingchuan turned his eyes to Ke Chen again: "Ke Chen."
Ke Chen glanced at his colleagues who were lowering their heads and pretending to take notes seriously, then hesitantly looked at Fu Jingchuan, hesitating to speak.
Fu Jingchuan: "Speak directly if you have anything to say."
Ke Chen gritted his teeth and said, "This is the plan approved by Mr. Fu yourself."
"Last night." He added in a low voice.
The conference room fell silent for an instant.
Ke Chen secretly looked up at Fu Jingchuan, and saw a rare look of confusion on his handsome and handsome face.
He looked back at the design drawings behind him.
Ke Chen observed his face carefully: "Mr. Fu, you seem to be a little out of sorts these days. Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Fu Jingchuan's face has returned to calm, "Sorry, it was my negligence. The design project will be redone and the meeting will be dismissed."
After speaking, Fu Jingchuan picked up the mobile phone that was on the table and walked out.
When the conference room door closed, the originally tense atmosphere relaxed.
Others gave Ke Chen a thumbs up.
"warrior."
Ke Chen pointed his fingers one by one: "Thanks to my usual protection for you, you know how to throw me out at the critical moment. No one has a conscience."
"Aren't you the only one who can withstand Mr. Fu's firepower?"
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ke. I will treat you to dinner someday."
…
Everyone responded with smiles, but they couldn't help but feel confused: "Did Mr. Fu encounter something? Something has been very wrong recently."
"Yes, I noticed it too, and he is also distracted."
"I think so too. It's never been like this before. Did something happen at home?"
…
The gossipy eyes turned to Ke Chen again.
"It's nothing, Mr. Fu can have something." Ke Chen easily brought up the topic, "With Mr. Fu's enthusiasm for work, it is inevitable that there will be times when the body cannot bear it, and it is normal for him to wander occasionally. "
While talking, he had already sorted out the meeting materials, had a few laughs with everyone, and then returned to the office.
His office is outside Fu Jingchuan's office. There are several other assistants in the office. They were discussing work with each other quite relaxedly. When Fu Jingchuan passed by, they all straightened up, with their backs straight and their eyes and noses watching their hearts. He sat upright, not daring to glance around, but his seriousness relaxed again when he saw Ke Chen coming in, and they secretly patted their chests and exhaled.
Ke Chen smiled and hit a few random people on the head with the document: "Virtue!"
Everyone is afraid of Fu Jingchuan, Ke Chen knows, including himself.
It's not that Fu Jingchuan has a bad temper. On the contrary, Fu Jingchuan almost never loses his temper. Although he is a workaholic himself, he does not demand equal treatment from his employees. He is considerate to employees and provides better treatment than his peers. He doesn't lose his temper randomly, let alone undercut his employees. He can be said to be a very good boss, but he may have too strong aura and is usually strict, cold and unsmiling. Even if he never loses his temper, wherever he is, No one dares to be presumptuous.
This is probably the aura of a superior person, Ke Chen thought, looking across the office area to Fu Jingchuan in the room.
Fu Jingchuan had already sat down on the office chair, and the mobile phone in his hand was randomly thrown on the corner of the desk. It was obvious that he was in a bad mood.
Ke Chen probably had something to do with the word "Shiyang" that he accidentally glanced at just now.
He had met with Shiyang a few times and had a good impression of Shiyang. He was good-looking, had a pure and well-behaved temperament, was quiet and simple, spoke softly and slowly, had a soft and pleasant voice, was neither impatient nor squeamish, and was polite and courteous in dealing with others. She won't act like the chairman's wife like Fu Jingchuan's mother Fang Wanqing.
Fu Jingchuan entrusted him to contact the lawyer regarding his divorce, so he knew that Shiyang and Fu Jingchuan were divorcing.
But why he wanted a divorce is still unclear to him.
Ke Chen only knew that something was wrong with Fu Jingchuan at this time. This strangeness became more frequent and serious after he told Fu Jingchuan that Shiyang was going to sell the house. He didn't even remember the review plan he signed.
In addition to being superiors and subordinates, Ke Chen and Fu Jingchuan also had a good relationship in private. However, Ke Chen didn't know anything about Fu Jingchuan's love and marriage life, and Fu Jingchuan didn't reveal a word about it.
Although he was not familiar with Shiyang, he had the impression that their relationship had always been stable. Although they were not as clingy as other young couples, they were not enemies either, and they were not bitter and resentful enough to divorce.
Ke Chen still remembered that day when Shiyang came to the company and Fu Jingchuan asked him to help take Shiyang to the bookstore. The two of them didn't look unhappy at all.
But looking at the two people who had no problem and unexpectedly matched up, they suddenly notified him the next day to help handle the divorce.
After a moment of silence in the room, Fu Jingchuan moved his eyes to the mobile phone he had thrown in the corner, paused slightly, then reached out to pick up the mobile phone, clicked on the WeChat message sent by Fang Wanqing, and also clicked on the photo. At a glance, one can see Shiyang in the photo, who is looking at the bar in trance, and Yan Yao, who is looking at Shiyang in trance.
He paused slightly and looked at the two people in the photo.
In portrait mode captures under dark light, every eye detail is captured vividly and in place.
As a man, Fu Jingchuan knew very well what the eyes of this man who was looking at him blankly represented. It was not surprise or temporary interest, but the love buried deep in his heart, which was strong and sticky.
Fu Jingchuan didn't know who this man was, he didn't know him, and he had never seen this man's photo in Shi Yang's place.
Shi Yangna...
Fu Jingchuan's long fingers pressing on the mobile phone paused for a moment, and then he remembered that he had never even looked through Shiyang's mobile phone. Where did it come from?
Ke Chen couldn't see clearly what was on Fu Jingchuan's phone. He could only see that Fu Jingchuan's dark eyes staring at the phone were getting lighter and lighter, as cold as ice. His handsome face was so pale that he was almost expressionless, but he was extremely calm. , this kind of calm reminds Ke Chen of the sea level before the storm.
When Ke Chen thought Fu Jingchuan was going to stir up some trouble, he saw him push back the photo and replied on his phone: "I arranged it for her, so don't worry about it."
Then he turned off the phone, threw it aside again, and called him: "Ke Chen!"
"Here we come." Ke Chen hurriedly stepped forward and said in a professional tone, "Mr. Fu, what can I do for you?"
Fu Jingchuan looked up at him: "What time did you make the appointment with Dong Yan? Has anyone arrived?"
Ke Chen nodded quickly: "In about ten minutes, people will already be in the conference room."
"Okay." Fu Jingchuan nodded, picked up the meeting materials on the table, and stood up, "Come here too."
Ke Chen nodded: "Okay."
He couldn't help but hesitantly glanced at the mobile phone on the table, and reminded him tactfully: "Mr. Fu, if you are in a hurry, I can help you..."
"No!" Fu Jingchuan interrupted him quietly and walked out.
Ke Chen hesitated and glanced at the left cell phone, and had to follow.
