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

Zhou Weiwei asked Jiang Churan to have hot pot that night.

Jiang Churan came wearing a pure white lace tutu and ten-centimeter high heels. Her curly hair looked casual but was carefully combed, making her face with red lips and white teeth look even smaller.

It was dinner time, and the hot pot restaurant was full of business. Jiang Churan walked in gracefully, attracting the attention of most diners.

Jiang Churan enjoyed the attention of others. She raised her chin slightly and walked to Zhou Weiwei with an elegant body. She waved her hand in front of her nose and said, "It smells so strong. I have to throw away this six-figure skirt after wearing it once." Yeah, oil fumes are not friendly to the skin, so you should eat Japanese or French food."

Zhou Weiwei smiled lightly and poured the fat intestines, large loin slices, and chicken feet into the pot: "When you were studying abroad, weren't you so greedy for this food that you wanted to drop out and go back to China?"

The smile on Jiang Churan's face froze for a moment: "That was when I first went abroad. After that, I got used to eating Western food, so I didn't like this one."

Zhou Weiwei pushed away the chair and stood up: "Change?"

Jiang Churan swallowed lightly: "It's all cooked, just eat it."

Ten minutes later, Jiang Churan waved to the waiter and added two portions of sausage.

After adding it, he smiled at Zhou Weiwei: "I haven't had hot pot for a while, so I don't think much about it. Once I start eating it, I can't stop."

Zhou Weiwei had long been accustomed to Jiang Churan's duplicity, so she smiled and said, "Eat more if you like, I'll treat you."

"Okay, you treat me to hot pot, I'll treat you to karaoke and drink, and I'll invite a few handsome guys out. If there's anyone you like, you can take them directly to the hotel!"

Zhou Weiwei's interest was weak: "Forget it, I won't do this."

Jiang Churan clicked her tongue: "Why are you still sad and uncomfortable about Dai Hongyi's cheating? I tell you, it's completely unnecessary. There would have been no results between you two, not to mention that Dai Hongyi is still a violent man. For that bitch Fang Fei He actually slapped me in front of many people, so it’s really a good thing that you took this opportunity to break up with him.”

Jiang Churan's hand holding the chopsticks tightened: "This is the first time I have been beaten since I was a child. Even if you are half a generation of family members, I don't mind saying it in front of you. I will remember this account first." Bear with it, and when the right opportunity comes, I will not let Dai Hongyi and Fang Fei go."

The more Jiang Churan talked, the angrier she became: "Especially Fang Fei, as Qin Zhengyu's fiancée, Hongxing went out on Hongyi's behalf, and there was a turbulent undercurrent with Fu Jingchuan. When this matter was exposed, I sat on the wall and watched the show, More rocks will fall in, making the snow fall harder."

Zhou Weiwei frowned in confusion: "Fu Jingchuan was just covering up for Dai Hongyi, why did you become suspicious again?"

Jiang Churan was actually unwilling to talk about Fu Jingchuan and Fang Fei's affairs openly.

It was a great shame and humiliation for her to lose to someone like Fang Fei who sold her looks to win over men.

Now that her emotions were all over the place, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "My cousin was at a hot spring hotel in the western suburbs of the city when she happened to check in with Fu Jingchuan and Fang Fei."

Zhou Weiwei pursed her lips: "You misunderstood. Fu Jingchuan was also covering up for Dai Hongyi at the hot spring hotel."

Jiang Churan raised his eyebrows and glared: "How do you know?"

Zhou Weiwei was heartbroken and continued to make up: "That's where I caught Dai Hongyi."

Jiang Churan blinked: "That's it, Weiwei, I'm sorry for mentioning your sadness."

Zhou Weiwei picked up the drink and clinked it with her: "It's okay. It's all over. Just work hard on your career from now on. As for you, you have been back in China for a while. When do you plan to join your company?"

With that said, Zhou Weiwei took out the oil-absorbing paper from her bag, held up her mobile phone and pretended to absorb oil at the front camera, but actually pressed the video recording button.

Jiang Churan thought for a while and said, "I might go to Marita."

Zhou Weiwei groaned and pointed the camera at Jiang Churan's face: "I have bought this brand. There are several products that I particularly like, and I am paying attention to their new models for next season. I also noticed that Marita has established a branch in China. There is a competition to select local designers, so you should also participate, right?"

Jiang Churan nodded: "Marita is also my favorite brand. I want to promote the cooperation between Marita and my company, so I participated in the competition and planned to explore the market first."

"Chosen?"

"Correct."

"Wow! As expected of you, you are so awesome!" Zhou Weiwei gave a thumbs up, "What's your name? Do you want me to help you promote it?"

"Okay, the selected design is called 'Mother and Daughter Bracelet'. If it's convenient, you can call on the doctors and nurses in your hospital to help vote."

Zhou Weiwei had recorded what she wanted, ended the video recording, and threw the absorbent paper into the trash can: "Okay."

After dinner, Zhou Weiwei paid for the bill and declined Jiang Churan's invitation to sing K on the grounds that there were emergency patients in the hospital. She returned to the car and cut out the content related to the mother-daughter bracelet and sent it to Fang Fei.

Fang Fei is packing her things at Fang's house.

Since the day she was kicked to the ground by Fang Zhiguo and her palm was pricked by a vase, she has never set foot in this place again.

If it weren't for the manuscript she had created before being left in this home, she would not have come back at all.

The Fang family's villa is very large and has many rooms, but she lives in a sunroom made of glass on the top floor.

Covered with curtains on all sides, it can be said to be an icehouse in winter and a steamer in summer. She lived in this glass house for two years. The only thing she can remember is the shivering in winter and the sweat all over her body in summer.

So she didn't have any nostalgia for this place. She put the manuscript into the painting folder and put it in the deepest part of the suitcase. Then she put some better clothes in it and carried the suitcase downstairs.

When I came downstairs, I found that both Fang Zhiguo and Ding Wenqi were there. They were squeezed together on such a spacious sofa, which was really eye-catching.

Fang Fei withdrew her peripheral vision and walked out the door without squinting, wanting to leave this disgusting place as soon as possible, but Ding Wenqi's strange voice sounded behind her.

"In this Fang family, you can come and leave whenever you want. Isn't it too free?"

Fang Fei took a deep breath and found that she still couldn't swallow it. Then she turned her head and looked at Ding Wenqi: "You have gained more than a little benefit from me. Now that Fang You has taken over and replaced me, I have no use value and disappeared voluntarily." You are not satisfied in front of you, so what do you want to do?"