Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu insists on pampering me

Sheng Mian tucked her forehead hair behind her ears, her eyes were bright and clear, she enunciated her words clearly, with a hint of smile at the end, and she took the initiative to reach out her hand.

"Mr. Fu, let me introduce you again. My name is Penny. I am an interior designer by profession. What you have in your hand is exactly the work I designed."

Fu Yancheng's steps froze and his body froze, thinking that he was hallucinating.

Seeing that he didn't hold it, Sheng Mian naturally withdrew his hand.

"I wanted to talk to you several times before, but Mr. Fu didn't seem interested. Seeing that you still have my design work, I wonder if you have changed your mind."

She said smoothly and naturally, "If so, I think I should have the opportunity to make it up to you."

Fu Yancheng has lived for more than twenty years, and this is the first time he has faced such a situation.

interior designer?

He lowered his head and glanced at the thing in his hand. The designer's signature and a series of numbers were indeed written at the end of the photo.

penny.

Thinking of the conversations between the two since they met, my brows furrowed even more, so it was a misunderstanding from the beginning?

The man's face was gloomy and uncertain, he held the photo with his fingertips, turned around and sat on the sofa next to him again.

There was a knock on the door, and Qi Shen's voice came from outside, "President, the ladies' clothes have arrived."

Sheng Mian quickly realized that this was probably prepared for herself.

Qi Shen wanted to knock again, but saw the door opened from the inside, and a soaked woman wrapped in a bath towel stood inside the door.

A trace of shock flashed across Qi Shen's eyes. The meeting had just been interrupted, and many people came to inquire, asking who the woman next to the president was. To avoid accidentally bumping into someone later.

Qi Shen was also in the dark, only listening to people's gossip, that woman called Mr. Fu husband.

He was stunned for a moment and hurriedly handed the bag over. He glanced inside involuntarily and saw Fu Yancheng sitting leisurely on the sofa. His suit was slightly messy. It looked like it was an afterthought.

Qi Shen quickly looked away and heard Sheng Mian say, "Sorry to trouble you."

Then the door closed.

Sheng Mian turned around and looked at Fu Yancheng, "Mr. Fu, please wait a moment."

She entered the bathroom nearby.

The glass in the hotel bathroom is frosted on one side, and there is light inside, so you can clearly see people's figures.

Fu Yancheng leaned his shoulders back, and when he raised his head slightly, he saw that she seemed to have taken off the most intimate piece of clothing. His eyes trembled and he looked away uncomfortably.

Sheng Mian changed her clothes, threw the towel into the dirty clothes basket, and walked out.

What Qi Shen prepared was a new seasonal women's casual suit from the G family, which made her skin especially white.

She still held the card in her hand, "I don't know how much this suit of clothes costs, but the card should be enough. Thank you, Mr. Fu."

Fu Yancheng raised his head and looked at her, trying to see clearly the emotions hidden in her eyes, such as whether she was acting again.

But her every move was too frank, and she wanted to keep distance from him even to the hair of her head, making it clear that she didn't want to get involved too much.

Somehow, this realization made him feel a little suffocated.

"Sit down." His tone was calm, "So Lin Jing introduced you to me because of the house in Yujingyuan?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Sheng Mian's eyes, "Otherwise, what else could it be because of?"

Fu Yancheng's mouth tightened, and he thought about that night when she said that he had been engaged in this industry for three years, so this industry refers to interior design?

The misunderstanding was resolved, the blood stain on the sheets that day flashed through my mind, and when I looked at her again, I felt some inexplicable emotions.

Sheng Mian had a completely business-like attitude.

"Mr. Fu, that house in Yujingyuan."

Before he finished speaking, he heard him ask: "That night at the Fu family banquet was your first time?"

Sheng Mian's heart skipped a beat. She was really worried that he would say such nonsense that he would be responsible. She quickly retorted, "No."

She smiled and said, "I forgot to tell Mr. Fu that I am actually married."