Rebirth of the Hand

In fact, Fu Shenxing had already planned to go to the movies with He Yan in the afternoon, and then go to the shopping mall for dinner. He didn't know how to go on a date, so he could only come up with such a common method.

He had already reserved a private room, and the two of them were going to go there after watching the movie.

A Jiang was still finishing his last task of the day, He Yan got into the car first, A Jiang took out his mobile phone and handed He Yan a piece of paper.

It was an ID card, and on A Jiang's phone was his QR code for payment.

A Jiang said helplessly: "Miss He, Mr. Fu won't reimburse you, so I can only find you."

Without hesitation, He Yan scanned the QR code before Fu Shenxing got into the car.

A Jiang warned again: "You know Mr. Fu's temper, so don't tell him."

Fu Shenxing stepped into the car, no matter how tall the car is, it can't block the advantage of long legs: "Ayan, I have work and I can't accompany you today, and I will spend a day with you when I have time next time."

He Yan looked down at the phone, and replied: "It's okay, your work is important."

"Alipay received 980 seven yuan."

Fu Shenxing looked at He Yan, feeling that it wasn't her, then turned his head to look at A Jiang, and said earnestly, "A Jiang, am I treating you badly?"

"Okay, Mr. Fu, you are the best boss I have ever met."

"Why do you still have a side job?"

A Jiang strongly denied: "No, I follow you all day so I don't have time for a side job." He was afraid that Fu Shenxing would find out that he was asking his girlfriend for money.

"Oh, by the way, I remembered something. A few days ago, the financial side told me that you asked them to pay the bill? How much is it, and I will send it to you." Fu Shenxing took out his mobile phone as he said.

He Yan pressed his arm: "No need!"

"Ayan, why are you so anxious for me to give him money?" Fu Shenxing was stunned, and continued: "Ayan, it's okay, I have enough money to support you." Fu Shenxing opened WeChat and found Ajiang's payment code .

"I'm fine, I just think you're so good to A Jiang, you don't need to give me that little money." He Yan smiled, grabbed Fu Shenxing's cell phone, and pressed the off button.

"How about that, one size fits one size."

Fu Shenxing took He Yan's hand and was about to take the phone, but He Yan grabbed it tightly. He looked at He Yan helplessly and said, "Ah Yan, I only have you in my heart, and there are no unmarried opposite sex in the phone. You If you want to check the post, let's go back and check it slowly, it's not good in front of A Jiang." After talking about it, Fu Shenxing still knew that he leaned into He Yan's ear.

Fu Shenxing couldn't work here, so He Yan began to seek A Jiang's help: "A Jiang, how kind you are to Mr. Fu, you still pay the debt?"

Ah Jiang wondered: "Miss He, I earn hard money, and it's not easy. Look, I'm still working at this late hour."

"WeChat received 2000 yuan."

He Yan was so angry that her teeth were itching, if she hadn't promised A Jiang not to say anything, the fool next to her would not have given away money for nothing, crossed the river and demolished the bridge!

Fu Shenxing had already snatched the mobile phone, and at this time he was still complacent, showing off in front of He Yan with the mobile phone.

At this moment, He Yan was determined to kill him.

After the meal, A Jiang disappeared long ago, and Fu Shenxing took the initiative to hand over the phone to He Yan on the way back.

"Let's check the post."

He Yan was puzzled at first, but then she reacted, and replied lightly: "No need."

"No, Ayan, you have to be scared. I am so good and there are so many people who like me. You should have a sense of crisis. Check and see if there are any unknown contacts in my phone."

He Yan flipped through it casually, and didn't want to talk to him after being perfunctory. How did you become the president?

Afraid of He Yan's misunderstanding, Fu Shenxing obediently explained: "Ayan, don't worry, I only have one in my heart."

He Yan leaned against the car window and responded weakly: "Yes, I know."

How can a person who talks about her all the time have two minds?