Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

This time, not only Fu's people had bad faces, but Chu Siyi's team was also a little embarrassed. The assistant secretly pulled Wang Yan's sleeves under the table.

Wang Yan still raised her chin.

"Does Director Wang mean that Chairman Fu doesn't care about old friendships and only cares about profit?" Wen Liang asked calmly.

Wang Yan's face stiffened, "I don't mean that."

At this time, the box door opened, and Fu Zheng and Chu Siyi walked in side by side.

The man is handsome, has a prominent family background, and the woman is beautiful and has a successful career. Standing together makes everyone envious.

The product manager moved closer to Wen Liang and whispered, "Mr. Fu and Miss Chu are a perfect match. It seems we are going to have one more boss lady."

Wen Liang felt a stab in his heart, turned pale and twitched the corners of his mouth, stood up and welcomed the two of them to their seats.

"Mr. Fu is really flattering. Come, sit here. Siyi, come too." Wang Yan got ahead of Wen Liang and arranged for Fu Zheng and Chu Siyi to sit together.

Everyone else also stood up to greet him.

"All sit down."

When Fu Zheng spoke, everyone sat back.

The scene looked quite peaceful.

The awkward atmosphere at the dinner table also changed. Wang Yan and others took the initiative to find topics and cue Fu Zheng and Chu Siyi from time to time.

Fu Zheng didn't talk much. He only said one sentence occasionally, but he could hit the nail on the head.

Wen Liang was extremely silent, but with Fu Zheng and Chu Siyi around, no one paid attention to this.

Speaking of a certain point, Wang Yan looked at the plate in front of Chu Siyi and reminded: "Siyi, pay attention to your food intake."

Celebrities are very strict about body shape management.

"I know..." Chu Siyi curled her lips and put the pork belly on Fu Zheng's plate, "Zheng, I can't finish eating, please help me eat."

What's in front of you is the mandarin duck pot. The pork belly is cooked in a spicy pot and dipped in bright red chili oil.

Fu Zheng has a bad stomach, has a bland taste and doesn't like spicy food.

Wen Liang was about to remind him, but saw him calmly picking up the piece of meat and eating it, his expression unchanged.

The words Wen Liang was about to say got stuck in his throat for a moment, and he swallowed them back with difficulty.

The thing handed over by the person you like, even if it is arsenic, it is sweet, let alone just chili pepper.

For a moment, Wen Liang was glad that he could not say the words of reminder, otherwise he would just be humiliating himself.

Someone came to propose a toast to Wen Liang. Wen Liang excused himself from his recent gastrointestinal discomfort and replaced it with tea.

After drinking for three rounds, Wang Yan turned the topic to Wen Liang and asked Fu Zheng casually, "I heard that Director Wen is Mr. Fu's sister and works under Mr. Fu. We must have a good relationship, right?"

Fu Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Liang, then at Chu Siyi beside him, and said lightly, "For the sake of the old man, take care of me."

This sounds normal to others. I heard that Mr. Fu was already twenty years old when Director Wen came to Fu's house. They didn't grow up together, so how could there be any brother-sister relationship?

Wen Liang's heart was torn and blood flowed out.

I don't know if he said this to clear up the relationship with Chu Siyi in front of her, or if he was sincere.

Maybe both.

After three years of marriage, she failed to warm his heart.

Everything he did to her in the past three years was just for grandpa's sake.

Wen Liang smiled faintly, "Mr. Fu and I are just superiors and subordinates. How can we have a good relationship? But Director Wang seems to be very curious about me?"

A flamboyant smile appeared on Wang Yan's face, "We will be working together next, so it is inevitable that we will be a little curious. Don't blame Director Wen."

This meal lasted for more than two hours, and when it ended, it was almost time to get off work.

Wen Liang asked others to get off work first, and went back to the office to be busy.

At eight o'clock in the evening, she turned off the lights and left.

The whole floor was silent.

However, the lights in the CEO's office were still on.

Wen Liang hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the president's office and knocked on the door.

After there was a response from inside, she opened the door a short distance away and asked Fu Zheng, "Do you have any plans for the evening?"