Madam, Mr. Fu went to see the men's department again.

Rong Yan stood firm: "Where is the weakness? I just didn't stand properly."

Fu Jingsheng bit the woman's lips and twisted his waist with his hands. The force was sometimes heavy and sometimes light. Just when Rong Yan thought the man was about to get into the subject, he stopped quickly.

Sometimes it was thunder and fire, and sometimes it was ice and snow. Rong Yan was annoyed by the fuss. She pushed Fu Jingsheng away: "Enough rubbing, let's start. Just talk and don't practice fake moves. I'm thirsty."

The man quickly brought water and realized that she would become impatient if the fuss continued, so he honestly got to the point.

Rong Yan faced the window and had a panoramic view of the entire city.

Fu Jingsheng leaned against the window, and two figures fell on the glass.

After persisting for an hour, he hugged Rong Yan and returned to the bed: "Sit up." Fu Jingsheng said.

After a while, the sweat on the woman's face dripped on the man.

At the end, she begged for mercy in a hoarse voice: "Let's call it a day."

After checking out at noon the next day, Rong Yan leaned on the elevator, her body seemed to be out of control. Fu Jingsheng drove to the elevator to pick her up.

When we returned to Yushui Bay, everyone had already had lunch.

Rong Yan was very hungry but too tired to eat, so she took a can of yogurt and went upstairs.

The woman was sitting on the sofa, still holding the laptop in her arms. She was thinking of showing off her cards to Fu Jingsheng, but the two of them got together and did nothing good. They just focused on lingering.

Rong Yan logged into the account, and her rhythm was taken off track again.

Some people criticize the young man. As one of the most influential writers, he should not make such remarks casually. Bystanders cannot tell other people's family affairs. Rong Bing and the Fu family have deep grudges.

The person who posted the rebuttal was actually an Internet celebrity with more than one million fans. In the end, she concluded that she was neutral and a slap in the face would not make a difference after all.

Rong Yan took a screenshot of the essay and responded to the questions in it one by one, causing the two fans to start a scolding war.

[The young man is really looking towards the Fu family in everything, he won’t accept money from the Fu family]

[Did Milk speak for Rong Bing and also receive money from Rong Bing? 】

[Everyone knows that Niu Niu speaks sharply and never takes sides. How can she speak for Rong Bing? She is just talking about the matter.]

[How could that young man speak for Fu? He was clearly expressing his views on the theory of victim guilt]

[I heard that the young man has no new books in the past few years and has been resting on his old laurels. Who would believe that there is no benefit in getting ahead at this time? 】

[Fan turned negative, I thought the writer didn’t care about worldly affairs, but I didn’t expect to get into troubled waters]

[The young man spoke for the victim and deliberately misinterpreted it. What was his intention?]

[Bah, I’m just a writer, I really think I’m the guardian of justice]

[Bah, just an internet celebrity. Have you graduated from high school? The sentences in the essay are not clear, yet they dare to come out and embarrass themselves]

……

Everyone's rhetoric became more and more intense.

Rong Yan’s trumpet clicked into the space of Milk. This Internet celebrity really likes to comment on others, and her jokes are full of various evaluations. But before, most of them were paid to do things, and Rong Bing is still in it. Obviously, it is impossible to hire Milk to speak for herself.

Is there someone else behind Rong Bing? After contacting the last commotion, it was indeed not found to be related to Rong Bing, which further showed that someone else besides Rong Bing was dealing with Fu Jingsheng.

Rong Yan's back felt cold, she didn't know whether she or Fu Jingsheng had offended someone.

After sending Rong Yan home, Fu Jingsheng returned to the company.

Afraid that something might happen again in the live broadcast room, he personally supervised it these days.

The man moved a chair to sit next to him and ordered someone to bring sample clothes and inspect them one by one.

"Mr. Fu, the return rate has dropped significantly in the past few days, and all the confirmations received are positive reviews," the customer service manager reported.

"Yeah, but we can't take it lightly. The Internet turmoil hasn't passed yet, so come here, Xiao Sun." Fu Jingsheng shouted.

He asked when the broadcast would be resumed, and several departments had already agreed to come up with jokes about the revival in the evening. On the day of the revival, fifty items would be selected and sold at a loss.

Fu Jingsheng expressed his support from his own pocket and came forward to record jokes.

Rong Yan rested for a while, called Gu Hannian and asked her to have afternoon tea with Ye Jianming.

After Gu Hannian and Ye Jianming got together, Ye Jianming didn't stay at home a day.

Every morning, the woman's life-threatening phone call urged him to get up, start running, and then check the store after running.

Gu Hannian opened a milk tea shop and obviously hired two employees, but she was still worried. She took Ye Jianming to see it every day. Ye Jianming had never taken care of a company as big as the Ye family. She didn't expect that she and Gu Hannian would be so close to each other. A small shop.

In the milk tea shop, Ye Jianming was making milk tea when he heard Gu Hannian calling him: "Let's get off work after finishing this cup. Rong Yan made an appointment for afternoon tea."

Ye Jianming was about to cry with joy. Rong Yan was simply his savior. Today, the milk tea shop had an event and the number of customers doubled. Ye Jianming was the eldest son of the Ye family. He actually made milk tea for others. Is it outrageous to spread the news?

Old Mrs. Ye gave Gu Hannian the authority to control her grandson however she wanted, the more severe the better, so that her grandson would not have to play on the computer at home all day long.

"Is it aggrieved to make milk tea? I'm so happy to put down the cup." Gu Hannian asked.

Ye Jianming bared his teeth: "Of course I'm not aggrieved. I'm very happy to serve the people. Can I leave now?"

Rong Yan chose a dessert shop in the city, not far from Gu Hannian and the others.

When she arrived, she bought the cake in advance.

Gu Hannian arrived soon. She was wearing milk tea shop work clothes and had a simple look on her face.

"Rong Yan." Gu Hannian greeted happily.

Rong Yan stood up and waved.

"Rong Yan." Ye Jianming hesitated to speak.

He wanted Rong Yan to take care of Gu Hannian, but his girlfriend was right next to him and he didn't dare to say anything, so he gave Rong Yan a look.

"Did you drag Ye Jianming to help at the milk tea shop again?" Rong Yan asked.

"It's not about helping, it's our own store, that's our job." Gu Hannian said.

"Yes, from now on we will be a family. Ye Jianming, my sister loves to worry, so you should help me more. Anyway, you usually have nothing to do." Instead of helping Ye Jianming, Rong Yan supported her sister.

Ye Jianming pursed his lips, forgetting that Rong Yan and Gu Han were on the same page. After finding her sister, why would she turn to him, a good friend.

"But, sister, occasionally you have to give people a holiday." Rong Yan added.

"Yes, just one day a week is enough." Ye Jianming finally had an expression on his face.

"Let's discuss it after we go back. Rong Yan, did you ask us to come here for something?" Gu Hannian asked.

Everyone was so familiar with each other, so Rong Yan stopped beating around the bush. She turned on her computer and asked Ye Jianming to take a look and see if she could find out if there was a client behind the milk.

Ye Jianming guessed it correctly: "I went to the car to get my computer, so I knew I would check something out."

The three people were staring at a computer. Ye Jianming sat in the middle, tapping the keyboard and mouse with his fingers, and soon a network diagram appeared.

One of them made Rong Yan suspicious.

"Ye Jianming, look, this person has been in frequent contact with Milk in the past two days, can you check?"

"Flying fish?" Ye Jianming was thoughtful, the name seemed familiar.

"What's wrong?" Rong Yan asked.

The man quickly opened a folder and said to himself: "It's her."