Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

Fu Jingting looked at her, his eyes were full of darkness, as if he wanted to devour her.

Tang Kejia didn't avoid his gaze, "You and I both know the role of Shengshi in this, and when the time comes, he can only be an abandoned child. Or do you have other ideas?
Jing Ting, I have to know what you think and whether you will change our way of cooperation for your wife. This is also what my father is worried about.

The Tang family and the Fu family are undoubtedly mutually beneficial, your attitude is too important to us, please forgive me for being so direct. "

"I've always been able to tell the difference between personal affairs and business affairs." Fu Jingting said indifferently, and looked at her with sarcasm, "It's never me who can't tell the difference."

Tang Kejia raised her eyes, she stared at him, and suddenly smiled wryly, "You're still blaming me."

The man suddenly lost his patience. He looked at his watch and reminded her, "If you just want to confirm this matter, then I have replied."

The aroma of hand-ground coffee in the coffee shop was overflowing, and the two of them had only spoken a few words before he got stuck here, drawing a clear line between the two of them, as if to warn her not to cross the line.

Tang Kejia took a deep breath, and she asked him, "Is it still black coffee?"

"I don't have time. Ms. Tang can do as she pleases." Fu Jingting refused, "If there is nothing else to discuss, I'll go first. My wife is still waiting for me to take wedding photos."

Clenching her fingers into the palm of her hand, the woman's confident and indifferent eyes filled with many restless emotions in an instant, and her thoughts were disturbed by his few words.

Tang Kejia was very slow before speaking, "My father asked me to tell you a word. It's not that we don't want to cooperate, but that the Tang family also has difficulties with the Tang family. If we want to maximize our mutual interests, time needs to be advanced. This I don’t need to say more about the pros and cons, you should know better than me, the faster we are, the more powerless the other party will be to fight back.”

When the woman finished speaking, the air suddenly became tense, as if countless invisible silk threads were stretched tight, as if a leaf would be torn apart by the air when it fell, even breathing followed.

Fu Jingting sat on the chair without moving, the aroma of the coffee floated but she couldn't breathe. She was still smiling and said that she was really happy. There was sunshine and the fragrance of green grass in her smile.

At this moment, he is sitting here thinking...

"Uncle Tang thinks too much." Fu Jingting stood up abruptly, "I can figure out the rhythm myself, Miss Tang doesn't need to worry too much."

Miss Tang.

Tang Kejia lowered her eyes, and she clenched her fingers into her palm, "Is it necessary to be so strange? Is it so difficult to call me Kejia?"

"We only talk about business."

He dropped those words, turned around and left the coffee shop.

The shooting in the afternoon was smooth and smooth, and Xu Qingcheng keenly felt that Fu Jingting had been a little irritable since talking with the Tang family.

Looking up, she saw a woman on the high steps on the staggered level looking at her from a distance. The tassels on her shawl were blown by the wind. Even though she was far away, Xu Qingcheng could feel that the person Tang Kejia was looking at was him.

She frowned lightly, and a little displeasure appeared in her beautiful eyes. She put her hands on Fu Jingting's shoulders and pressed her body into his arms. "That Miss Tang, do you know each other very well?"

"Fortunately."

"What's okay?" Xu Qingcheng snorted coldly, "How important is it that we have to catch up with Mr. Fu at the wedding photo shoot?"

Her brows and eyes were raised, and there was a trace of inquiry hidden in her charm. Fu Jingting stared at her, and the man pressed her forehead, his smile was full of teasing, "Why do I smell a sour smell?"

He leaned close to her face on purpose, "What did you eat?"

Xu Qingcheng's face turned red from his shameless fuss. The man smiled and hugged her in his arms. He exerted some strength on his arms, as if he wanted to embed her into his bones.

He didn't take the initiative to mention Tang Kejia to her.

It was inconvenient for Xu Qingcheng to ask any more questions.

She sticks to the bottom line she set for herself, afraid that stepping over it will cause embarrassment to each other, so be it.

Today is so good, so happy, why should I have more thoughts than I should have.

It was very late when the filming was finished, and the two of them returned to the car. He was very silent in the car, but he hugged her and kissed her gently on her neck.

Without any lust, she just kissed the skin of her neck with her lips and chin, and the skin under her face silently back and forth.

Xu Qingcheng was limp in his arms, she hugged him with both hands, her eyes were like water, she let him do this, but he didn't go any further, as if he wanted to hug her like this, even his eyebrows were serious.

Ms. Xu was particularly embarrassed. How could she admit that she was so soft that he made her so soft that he wanted him to hug her hard and kiss her hard? The enchanting cry of ecstasy, because he was so calm and serious, he didn't dare to make a sound.

The man who is usually fiddly and unscrupulous, seems to be bound by something today.

When we reached Jingshan No. [-], the car stopped.

He patted her butt and reminded her softly, "Here we are, get out of the car."

Xu Qingcheng gave him a strange look, "Aren't you going to hug me out of the car?"

Fu Jingting stared at her, and suddenly laughed, he easily picked her up with his hands, "Yo, Mrs. Fu wants me to hug her, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Who asked you to hug me? Who cares? You let me down." Xu Qingcheng couldn't hold back when he teased him.

When she kicked and kicked like this, Fu Jingting almost couldn't hold her, fearing that she would fall off by mistake, the man hissed, reached out and slapped her buttocks, "Be honest."

He didn't use much force, just heard a slap, Xu Qingcheng's face turned red, and he was so angry that he wanted to bite, "You!"

As soon as she entered the door, she struggled to get down without turning her face away from him. After changing her shoes, she was about to go in, but was pulled back by the man's arm.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, picked her up and put her on the half-height entrance cabinet, and clasped her, "Are you really angry?"

"You get out of the way."

She kept her voice cold and didn't look at him.

It's not that I'm really angry, it's just that I suddenly lose face.

"Where are you going?" He coaxed her, "Don't be angry, I'll rub it for you."

It seemed that he really wanted to help her rub the sore spot, but his hands were irregular.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly pushed him very hard, her face flushed red.

The man smiled and took her into his arms. He squeezed her hard into his chest, wishing he could replace all the bones with hers.

Regardless of her pushing and pushing, he kissed her with brute force, as if he wanted to tear her apart completely.