Being a scumbag is the pinnacle, she was pampered by Mr. Fu to the heavens

Fu Jingchuan had already started the car and turned it off when he heard this: "When?"

"This morning."

"Tell me more specifically."

"Gu Jianting asked someone to take me to his home early this morning. He seems to be preparing to enter the Beijing area and set up a branch company, and let me be the department manager."

Fu Jingchuan's grandfather started his business by making branded furniture, and then moved into hard furnishing materials, dabbling in ceramic tiles, latex paint and bathroom ware.

After being snatched away by Gu Shengfeng, Gu Shengfeng started a smart home based on the original industry and according to the social development situation.

But their products are only popular in the markets of third- and fourth-tier cities, and few in first- and second-tier cities know about them.

It seems that Gu Jianting has great ambitions and wants to occupy the first and second tier markets.

The smart home furnishings of the subsidiaries of the Fu Group are well-established first-line brands, and it seems that Gu Jianting wants to compete with him.

"What department manager?" Fu Jingchuan asked.

"Marketing Department."

Fu Jingchuan sneered: "This is not an easy bone to chew."

"I know, but Gu Jianting wants to fight you. He is doing commercial encirclement and suppression on the surface, but there must be insidious methods behind the scenes. I will do it first. If he makes any move later, he will definitely use me. I will tell you when the time comes. The conspiracy is nipped in the cradle."

Fu Jingchuan originally thought that Gu Jianting would use dirty tricks to make a quick fight, so he quickly fought and ended the fight.

But since Gu Jianting wants to open a branch in Beijing, the competition will become longer.

The capital city is his territory, and if Gu Jianting is given another ten years, he will not be his opponent.

His focus now is on Fang Fei, so take it easy.

The next morning, after the doctor's ward rounds, he saw that Fang Fei's physical signs were stable and agreed to be transferred to the general ward.

Fu Jingchuan asked for a top-level VIP suite, and asked Aunt Juan to bring a newly purchased and cleaned cotton four-piece suit to spread on the bed. He also bought some flowers to decorate it, and the cold ward instantly turned into a warm room.

Fang Fei's pain pump has been used up. Excessive use of anesthetics has done more harm than good, so the wound on her abdomen still hurts a little.

Fu Jingchuan couldn't see Fang Fei's pain and wanted to ask a doctor to prescribe painkillers, but Fang Fei stopped her: "You can't take any more medicine. If you wait a day or two, the pain won't be as bad."

Fu Jingchuan looked worried: "It will be very difficult for a day or two."

"It doesn't matter, you'll get over it after a while."

Fu Jingchuan shook Fang Fei's hand, then went to raise the head of the bed: "Aunt Juan cooked pigeon soup, which is good for wound recovery. I'll feed it to you."

Fang Fei has no appetite.

I don't know whether it was because the wound was too deep or because her ability to withstand pain was reduced. She was lying in the ICU for the past two days, and the wound was always painful even with the analgesic pump.

She could only fall asleep briefly when she was very sleepy, and would soon wake up in pain.

But she didn't want to show her vulnerability in front of others, especially in front of Fu Jingchuan.

It is very selfish to make the person you like worry about you, not to mention that they have been worried about you for a long time.

Fu Jingchuan fed her soup with a spoon.

Fortunately, the soup didn't have any fishy smell and the meat was very tender. It was much more delicious than expected. She ate more than expected.

After eating and taking medicine, she felt a little sleepy. Fu Jingchuan closed the curtains and she fell asleep in a daze.

Later, she was awakened by a low voice. She opened her eyes and saw Zhou Weiwei and Xiang Yang coming.

Fang Fei called Zhou Weiwei, and Zhou Weiwei quickly walked to the bed: "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I always sleep and wake up. How long have you been here?"

"It just arrived a while ago. Does it still hurt?"

"It's much better."

Zhou Weiwei opened Fang Fei's clothes and checked the wound. She saw that the wound was sutured relatively smoothly and that the skin at the injured area was not infected, so she felt relieved: "I brought something to replenish blood and told Fu Jingchuan to cook it for you. You You need to eat more so that you can get better faster."

"Thank you, but you don't have to buy anything specially in the future. If you are busy at work, you don't have to come over. I will get better as soon as possible."

Zhou Weiwei didn't stay too long because colleagues from the Yike Design Department came to visit Fang Fei. Although the ward is large, it still seems crowded when more than ten people rush in together.

Later, friends who had a good relationship with Fu Jingchuan also came over, and people continued to come over until after nine o'clock in the evening, which seriously affected Fang Fei's rest, so Fu Jingchuan simply posted a circle of friends refusing to visit.

The relationship between Fu Jingchuan and Fang Fei was passively made public due to this disaster.

When everyone left and only Fu Jingchuan was with Fang Fei, Fang Fei couldn't help but say: "Now everyone knows that we are in love, I wonder what they will talk about."

"Don't worry about it," Fu Jingchuan trimmed Fang Fei's hair, "No one talks behind anyone's back, and no one talks behind anyone's back. Anyway, your strength and the purchasing power of consumers have given you the greatest affirmation, and no one can shake it. The fact that you’re a great designer.”

Fang Fei cherishes her reputation in her career. Fu Jingchuan's comfort was just right. She smiled and thought of another thing: "By the way, have you refunded the air ticket and room?"

Fu Jingchuan completely forgot about it, but he was afraid that Fang Fei would nag him, so he quickly backed down.

Fang Fei looked at his evasive eyes and pointed at him: "You lied, your eyes betrayed your heart."

Fu Jingchuan took Fang Fei's hand, put it to his lips and kissed it: "I don't care. If you really can't hold on, what's the use of my money."

Fang Fei's eyes were a little red: "I don't want to die. I will love you for a long time."