Such Fu Jingchuan frightened Ke Chen.
Fu Jingchuan used to be aloof, but his mood was peaceful.
Fu Jingchuan's current calmness hides anger, determination and ferocity.
When the living room was smashed, Fu Jingchuan finally reacted.
"Clean up the living room and pretend whatever you want."
After saying that, the man had already pulled his suitcase and turned around to go out, with no intention of staying here.
The words "pretend casually" made the decorator a little confused and couldn't figure it out, so he turned to Ke Chen for help.
Ke Chen wasn't sure, and he didn't dare to confirm with Fu Jingchuan.
"Just do whatever you want."
In the end, Ke Chen could only extend what Fu Jingchuan meant and ordered everyone to chase Fu Jingchuan out.
He drove Fu Jingchuan back to his residence for the past two years, peeking at Fu Jingchuan from the rearview mirror in the car from time to time.
Fu Jingchuan's face was always cold and calm.
When he arrived at the door of his house, Fu Jingchuan just whispered to go home and rest early and pushed his suitcase away.
Ke Chen never dared to ask what happened to Fu Jingchuan and Shiyang, and why their temperaments suddenly changed when they came back this time.
In the next few days, Fu Jingchuan seemed to be back to his former self, working hard, being polite and courteous to others, but keeping his distance indifferently.
But Ke Chen still clearly felt that Fu Jingchuan was different.
The difference is that I used to regard work as my life and work with love.
Now it's more of a walking dead, with only machinery and numbness left.
Such Fu Jingchuan made Ke Chen a little worried, but he was helpless. He didn't even dare to ask why.
He and Fu Jingchuan are very close, but Fu Jingchuan is not a person who likes to talk to others, so asking questions is in vain.
Fortunately, a few days later, Tang Shaoyu returned to China.
Ke Chen is familiar with Tang Shaoyu and knows the relationship between Tang Shaoyu and Fu Jingchuan.
He remembered that Tang Shaoyu was also in Zurich. He estimated that Fu Jingchuan had met Tang Shaoyu there in the past. He didn't know whether Tang Shaoyu knew about Fu Jingchuan's affairs, so he went to the airport to pick up Tang Shaoyu and returned to the company. On the way back to the company, Ke Chen asked Tang Shaoyu tactfully: " Did Mr. Fu encounter anything in Zurich?"
"Nothing's wrong." Tang Shaoyu was confused when asked, "What's the matter with Mr. Fu?"
"But I think something is wrong when Mr. Fu comes back this time." Ke Chen said carefully, "Does it feel like you were stimulated by something outside?"
"Ah?" Tang Shaoyu became interested and turned to him, "What about?"
Ke Chen: "He trashed his marital home and renovated it. I never saw him do this before during the divorce. How could he suddenly want to erase the traces left by his ex-wife and renovate it two years after the divorce?"
"Wait a minute." Tang Shaoyu caught the key point, "Is Mr. Fu divorced?"
Ke Chen looked at him unexpectedly: "You don't know?"
Tang Shaoyu shook his head, he really didn't know.
He asked about his wife several times, but Fu Jingchuan never mentioned that he was divorced.
Ke Chen guessed that Fu Jingchuan didn't want to publicize it, and he regretted it: "Then it's probably because Mr. Fu doesn't want outsiders to know. Just pretend that you haven't heard of this matter and that you don't know about it."
Tang Shaoyu looked at his regretful face amusedly: "Don't worry, I won't sell you. Even if I do, you, Mr. Fu, won't blame you."
Ke Chen made a sad face. This was not a question of whether Fu Jingchuan was to blame or not. It was a question of whether he was gossiping behind his back, although this was also true.
"However," Tang Shaoyu thought for a moment, "there is indeed nothing unusual about Mr. Fu in Zurich. If there is, then when I had a dinner date with him, does it count if he stared at a little girl over one year old and was distracted? Later, I left in a hurry without even eating, and I don’t know what I was busy with.”
"A little girl over one year old?" Ke Chen paused and looked at Tang Shaoyu, his eyes widening slightly, "Can't she be Mr. Fu's daughter?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Shaoyu slapped him on the shoulder.
"What are you thinking about? This little girl was brought here by her mother. It doesn't look like you, Mr. Fu, know her mother."
The surprise on Ke Chen's face fell instantly. Thinking about it, there was no way he could fly halfway around the world and meet his own child.
Tang Shaoyu looked at Ke Chen's worried face and couldn't help but laugh at him: "You said you were just getting a salary, and it even bothered his parents. His parents have never seen him so worried about him. of."
"Nonsense. He is the one who pays my salary. If the boss is gone, how can I find such an easy job with high wages and be able to act like a bully?"
Ke Chen turned to Tang Shaoyu and said, "Something's not right with Mr. Fu after he came back from Zurich. Please help me persuade him. Don't hold things to yourself and find more people to talk to. Although we can't help solve the problem, we can help him." Use it as a trash can. Being sulky will shorten your life."
Tang Shaoyu glanced at him funny: "Why don't you tell him in person?"
Ke Chen: "He is my boss after all. I can't say it directly in front of people, boss, if you continue to be sulky, your life will be short."
After saying that, he couldn't help but give Tang Shaoyu a roll of his eyes.
Tang Shaoyu was amused by him: "Okay, I'll pay attention."
But he was really not good at persuading people, and he wanted to vomit to Fu Jingchuan.
He came back to China just to complain to Fu Jingchuan, so when he got together with Fu Jingchuan in the evening, Tang Shaoyu had already forgotten what Ke Chen had asked him to do. Taking advantage of the opportunity of pouring wine for Fu Jingchuan, Tang Shaoyu had already announced: "The position of design director of the joint venture company , I gave it to people.”
Fu Jingchuan was resting his head on one hand and wandering in his thoughts. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly: "Still that girl?"
Tang Shaoyu nodded: "Yes, I have already told her."
Fu Jingchuan chuckled: "What's wrong with you?"
The smile didn't reach his eyes, and he obviously didn't approve of what he did.
In his opinion, Tang Shaoyu was completely in the style of a foolish man who was so lustful that he was blinded by his lust.
"That girl is beautiful?" Fu Jingchuan asked.
Tang Shaoyu nodded: "Well, she is very beautiful, pure and elegant, and the most important thing is,"
He wanted to say "talented", but before he could say anything, Fu Jingchuan interrupted him: "If you like a beautiful person, you should work harder and marry her home. Are you going to gamble with the company's future?"
Tang Shaoyu: "..."
Fu Jingchuan looked at him: "I don't agree to use her."
"The company is not a way for you to please women." Fu Jingchuan added, his face serious.
Tang Shaoyu glanced at him: "Where are you thinking? If the company can please you, I will discuss it with you. Don't worry, you don't need to agree. They don't agree to it themselves."
Fu Jingchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him, a little surprised.
He thinks that the position of design director of Huichen Group is very attractive to students who have just left school, even if it is just a subsidiary company.
Tang Shaoyu also saw surprise on Fu Jingchuan's face:
"Really? The position of design director is so tempting. As a Chinese, she can not only go back to China to work close to home, but also double her high salary, and she can also be directly parachuted in as the design director. This is a good thing that many people can't ask for. , why isn’t she moved?”
Thinking of this, Tang Shaoyu vomited. He thought that Shiyang was not interested because the conditions were not good enough. He had already agreed with Fu Jingchuan that after Shiyang's design plan came out, Fu Jingchuan would decide whether to use Shiyang as the design director, but in order to stabilize Shiyang and Tang Shaoyu chose to kill first and play later, and happily approached Shiyang about giving her the position of design director, but unexpectedly she was rejected.
"Thank you Mr. Tang for your kindness, but my work experience and ability are limited, and I am not qualified for such an important position."
Even the excuse for refusal was so official and insincere.
He didn't understand why Shiyang didn't like this position.
She was alone there. As a fresh graduate, she might not be able to find such a good job opportunity if she left his company.
"Everyone has his own ambitions." Faced with Tang Shaoyu's indignation, Fu Jingchuan simply said that he did not agree to leave such an important position to a newcomer. The other party was unwilling. To him, it was naturally a matter of mutual joy.
Tang Shaoyu doesn’t see it that way:
"Let me tell you, this girl is really talented and talented. She is also hard-working and motivated, modest and not arrogant. The most important thing is that we have similar ideas, get along very well, and it is a pleasure to cooperate. The company wants to establish itself in the country Wengen needs such talents. Please help me think of a way to keep her."
Fu Jingchuan glanced at him: "There are 1.4 billion Chinese people. Are you afraid that you can't find someone who is talented and compatible with you? If they are not happy, why would you hang yourself from a tree?"
Tang Shaoyu: "..."
No, he came to Fu Jingchuan to help find a solution, not to be persuaded by him.
But Fu Jingchuan's attention has turned to the vibrating mobile phone on the table.
Tang Shaoyu also glanced at the phone. When he saw the word "Shi Fei", he frowned in confusion and instinctively looked at Fu Jingchuan.
Fu Jingchuan also stared at the name on the phone in a daze, but his eyelids had already been lowered. He couldn't see clearly the look in Fu Jingchuan's eyes. He could only see him calmly taking the phone and picking up the call.
"Hello?" A very calm voice.
"Brother-in-law, something happened to my dad." Shi Fei's angry voice came from the other end of the phone.
Fu Jingchuan: "What happened?"
