Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam, she is going on a date again.

Then decorate it with a lot of jewelry, or put luxury bags everywhere, which is her style.

Unexpectedly, the lighting in the whole room is very good. In addition to the milky color, it is matched with the pink color that many little girls like.

The room is not big but it is fully equipped with a dressing table and desk, as well as bookshelves and a small sofa.

There is even a separate cloakroom, and the clothes in it are of a style that Meng Ci did not often wear in the past, but it can be said that it is more suitable for her.

At this time, Fu Yichen realized that he had never understood Meng Ci's preferences well, and it could even be said that he did not understand her at all.

In comparison, Meng Ci is really the only woman in the world who understands him better than his mother.

It's a pity that their relationship is not suitable because they are separated by the hatred of their relatives.

"I have corrected the drawings. I have just scanned them into electronic documents and handed them over to them. We will just wait for them to restore them to us."

While Fu Yichen was distracted, Meng Ci had quietly finished the step-by-step work and told him the results.

"Do you still understand drawings?"

He had never heard Meng Ci say before that she actually knew such a technical thing. In his stereotype, Meng Ci was just a gold digger.

After a person is blinded by hatred, he is so terrible that he cannot even realize the most basic cognition.

Meng Ci just smiled and said nothing.

If time could be turned back before the breakup, Meng Ci would definitely be delighted by Fu Yichen's inquiry and would carefully record the matter.

In the future, I will try my best to express myself to provide more opportunities for the two of them to communicate, but there is no need for it now.

Meng Ci squatted in the chair very relaxedly. This posture would relieve her stomach discomfort caused by a hungry and full meal, and it could also relax her muscles.

"Bring a chair over here. Let's take a look at the drawings while the light is still good."

Meng Ci skillfully changed the subject, but there was no response from Fu Yichen for a long time. He took another serious look.

Fu Yichen actually fell asleep on her small sofa. Meng Ci shook his head helplessly and took a blanket to cover him.

This scene happened to be seen by Meng Jiang, who had brought the fruit plate, and he immediately expressed his dissatisfaction and incomprehension in a low voice.

"Sister, why did you let him sleep here?"

"You don't know, his fiancée pulled her clothes to tease me, and then shamelessly said that I wanted to molest her."

"Why did you fall in love with such a brainless person in the first place? If you asked me, I would just take the blame and resign."

"Let him digest this matter internally. No good person can withstand their torment like this. He really has no shame at all."

"How dare you? You're still sleeping here. Aren't you afraid that I'll kill him with a knife?"

The more Meng Jiang talked, the more excited he became. He stretched out his hand to poke Fu Yichen awake, since he didn't want him to feel comfortable anyway.

Meng Ci stopped his hand and looked at Fu Yichen's frowning eyes with a bit of reluctance. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel distressed.

Meng Ci blindly guessed that the recent events must have made him so busy that he had not had a good night's sleep, and he was exhausted both mentally and physically.

If she doesn't relax, she may become as sick as she is now, and end up getting sick.

"Meng Jiang, you are still young, and you don't understand my thoughts on some things. This is normal. You should also go and rest. I will talk to you later."

After Meng Ci said this, Meng Jiang was kicked away, and he lay on the bed and fell asleep. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep.

When he woke up, Fu Yichen had already finished the drawings. Of course, others left without knowing when.

Meng Ci sat up nervously, and the blanket covering him slipped off. It was the same blanket that he had covered Fu Yichen before.

She held the blanket in her arms, feeling uncomfortable in her heart. Fu Yichen would never do such a thing to him in the past.

Fu Yichen, who also didn't believe her, would not just keep the drawings and put them next to Meng Ci. In the past, all important documents had to be with Fu Yichen.

This fact also made Meng Ci feel even more uncomfortable. Could it be that after the breakup, there was no relationship at all, so that we could be frank together?

Meng Ci clutched the quilt and wanted to cry, but in the end she didn't even shed a single tear because she didn't even have the strength to cry now.

After sorting out his emotions, Meng Ci stood up and checked that all his medicines were well hidden, feeling a little more at ease.

Turn on the light in the room and start checking the documents and drawings, especially those from that year.

Meng Ci swore that she was really looked at carefully, but she found that there were no problems with the drawings from back then, which made her very confused.

The construction on the construction site was carried out strictly in accordance with the drawings. If there were no problems with the drawings, to be honest, the project would turn into a crappy one and it really had nothing to do with Father Meng.

Because as a master of calligraphy and painting, drawings or styles are what Meng's father is good at, and he doesn't understand other things as a person who has just come into contact with real estate.

Why wait somewhere else?

After getting these drawings, Meng's father's suspicion in Meng Ci's mind was completely eliminated. The next step was to investigate the whole matter for his father.

In fact, Meng Ci 100% believed that Meng's father would not do such a thing.

But as she said before, it is useless for her to say that she believes in Father Meng. This matter requires evidence to make others believe it.

Otherwise it's all just talk.

After putting away the drawings, Meng Cicai started to look at the drawings of the wetland park and found that the revised drawings had signs of being tampered with.

I think Fu Yichen should have taken the lighting, just in case. This is Fu Yichen's personal habit.

He didn't take it to heart and put the two drawings away. Meng Ci planned to send these two drawings back to Fu Yichen tomorrow.

I was also thinking in my heart that I should end this matter quickly so that I could concentrate on investigating my father's affairs.

After cleaning up, Meng Ci turned on the computer, hoping to take advantage of his good spirits to write some scripts and make money.

Before he dies, he still needs to make more money, otherwise everything will be empty talk.

Even if you want to die abroad, you still need a lot of money, otherwise there will be people willing to help you.

In the past, I only focused on Fu Yichen and really didn't care about money or other things. Now when I look back, I realize how stupid I was.

Only two and a half lines into the script, Cheng Yu called, naturally asking how Meng Ci was doing and whether Meng Jiang's problem had been solved.

Meng Cidu gave him a good answer. Anyway, it was within her ability to solve the problem, so she felt relieved.