Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

Ji Fanfan pursed his lips uncomfortably to his 180-degree change in attitude, and without the cover of the sunglasses, the man's compact facial features were completely exposed. Although it was not ugly, it was not good-looking. Seeing always gives people a sense of impatience.

Ji Fanfan frowned slightly and nodded slightly.

"That's easy." The man smiled handsomely, took out a gold-plated invitation letter from the inner pocket of his jacket, and handed it to Ji Fanfan, "I've been waiting here since yesterday, but I haven't met Mr. Fu, can you give him this invitation letter for me?"

Ji Fanfan was stunned for a moment, and took the invitation letter with both hands.

The whole body of the invitation letter is black, and the material used to make it is that kind of hard cardboard, but there are some carefully engraved marks on it, and the unevenness can be clearly felt when you rub it with your fingertips.

On the sealing part is embedded a golden LOGO in the shape of a club similar to a poker card, with the words "Eden" written under the LOGO. Although the color of the entire invitation letter is very simple, it is very harmonious and commensurate, and looks It's also a little more advanced.

Ji Fanfan didn't know what kind of party invitation this invitation was, but he still accepted it properly and said politely, "I will pass it on."

The man politely put his right hand on his left shoulder and bowed politely to Ji Fanfan, "Thank you for your help!"

Ji Fanfan stepped back a little uncomfortably, "You're welcome."

The man looked at Ji Fanfan with a three-point kind smile, three-point probing and four-point curiosity. He could probably guess the relationship between the docile man in front of him and Fu Zechuan. The smile on the corner of his mouth widened a bit. "You look very faceless."

Ji Fanfan's scalp was numb from his strange eyes, and the pimples on his body ran around. He lowered his head to avoid his probing gaze, thinking incomprehensibly, they had never seen each other before, and the appearance was not very normal. of it?

He didn't talk to him, and the man didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he continued with a smile: "It may be that we didn't notify you about the event last time, and Mr. Fu missed it. But considering that Mr. Fu is our high-quality customer, we also want to avoid this. Therefore, this time I will send the invitation letter in person. Please be sure to hand this invitation letter to Mr. Fu, thank you."

"Okay... I see."

Seeing Ji Fanfan's response, he took out another business card, handed it to Ji Fanfan, and said with a meaningful smile, "I hope you can contact me when you have time."

Ji Fanfan is not good at rejecting others, and he is worried that this person is friends with Fu Zechuan, and it will be bad if he offends, so he can only accept his business card temporarily.

The man bowed politely again, "Then, I will leave you alone, goodbye."

After saying that, he took another deep look at Ji Fanfan, and then drove away without delay, and disappeared from Ji Fanfan's sight not long after.

Ji Fanfan looked at the business card in his hand, which introduced the position of the person just now in block letters, "Manager of Eden, Feng Cheng".

He put the business card and the invitation letter together, intending to hand them to Fu Zechuan together, and then he went to open the door of the small western building.

In the empty and quiet house, only the sunshine on the floor through the floor-to-ceiling windows can still bring a trace of popularity and warmth.

Ji Fanfan opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing the fresh air to fill the entire house, allowing the sunlight to fall into the room more unimpeded, and also fall on him, making it warm.

He looked up at the endless sky, breathed a long sigh of relief, and slowly smiled. After the stone that had been pressing on his heart was removed, his body relaxed a lot.

"Ding dong."

Ji Fanfan's mobile phone suddenly received a manuscript, which was posted in the translation part-time job group he joined when he was in college, and there was someone below who sent a please emoji with text attached——

"Brothers and sisters, do any of you know Russian? Please help!!"

After that, there was a series of joking and waving by other people and asking paid and unpaid questions. After getting free answers, no one froze in an instant.

Ji Fanfan is in a good mood, and he is willing to help even if the person asking for help does not pay him.

He looked at the manuscript carefully. It was a contract clause, and there were several clauses in it that were handwritten, obviously added by others.

After spending some time translating this manuscript smoothly, he added the WeChat account of the person who asked for help.

The help-seeker quickly accepted his friend request, and Ji Fanfan sent the organized text, and attached a sentence, "I hope I can help you."

It took a while to send a sentence, "My name is Snoke, brother, what's your name?"

"Hello, Ji Fanfan."

"Okok, thank you very much for your help, I will contact you again! Please be sure to keep me in your friend list! Dear Fan!"

Ji Fanfan was slightly taken aback by his blunt expression. He should... be a foreigner. Although Ji Fanfan thought that they would probably not have any interaction in the future, he still typed a word, "Okay."

Fu Zechuan didn't come back tonight, and Ji Fanfan didn't know where he went, but he thought that tomorrow was the day they agreed to meet, and he wanted to wait for him to come back, and he wanted to tell him the good news himself.

At this moment, Fu Zechuan was being naughty by his own sister in his mansion.

He said irritably, "sister, can you stop talking?"

On the phone, Fu Yue's voice became louder, "Huang Zhibin's grandfather even begged Dad to come to him. Look at what you have done! You still have the face to tell me not to say anything!"

Fu Zechuan said in a bad tone: "I'll say it again, Huang Zhibin deserves it! That kind of person deserves to be locked up in prison for the rest of his life!"

Fu Yue can't understand her younger brother at all, and in her impression, her younger brother has never been a willful person. In addition, he has always been held in the palm of his hand, so he will not target others. This look is so abnormal now, she has to figure it out——

"No, tell me, how did people offend you? Are you going to do this to him?"

"He—" Fu Zechuan gritted his molars tightly, he didn't intend to tell them about Ji Fanfan!So he changed the subject, "He is nothing! Putting him in prison is for the benefit of the public."

Fu Yue was really pissed off by him. She held back when she asked the reason, which made it impossible to start. She asked from a different angle, "Then let me ask you! Did Huang Zhibin hurt you?"

Fu Zechuan replied without thinking: "He hurt me!"

Fu Yue's heart tightened when he heard the words, and the tone of questioning just now turned into caring words, "Where did he hurt you? Are you okay? Have you been to the hospital?"

Fu Zechuan didn't want to talk to her, "He's so ugly that it hurts my eyes!"

Fu Yue: "..."

"Fu Zechuan! Are you playing tricks on me? Do you really think that you can do whatever you want after you return to China?! No one cares about you?!" Fu Yue roared angrily.

She added angrily: "Let me tell you, Huang Zhibin will be released on bail tomorrow, don't play tricks on me! Did you hear that!"

Fu Zechuan hung up the phone in a distraught manner, regardless of whether Fu Yue was still jumping on the other side of the ocean.

Song Chengcheng opened a bottle of red wine, tasted the old and full-flavored red wine, and asked leisurely: "Sister Yue?"

"Who else but her." Fu Zechuan threw the mobile phone on the table, and the mobile phone slid a short arc on the table irritably, and finally stopped calmly.

Fu Zechuan took the wine on the table depressed and drank it down.

The merciless way of drinking made Song Chengcheng's heart ache, "I said, young master, can you not treat the wine I brought over so rudely? It is very precious."

Fu Zechuan gave him a cool look, then drank another cup on his own, pressing his forehead with one hand, feeling very annoyed.

Song Chengcheng raised his head and sighed, "What about Huang Zhibin? Sister Yue asked me insinuatingly..."

When he said this, he saw Fu Zechuan's sharp eyes fell on his face.

Song Chengcheng's hand holding the cup shook slightly, causing the wine to shake slightly, and quickly added: "Don't look at me like that, I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything!"

Fu Zechuan withdrew his gaze and poured himself a glass of wine again. His dark eyes followed the wine gurgling down from the mouth of the bottle, wondering what he was thinking.

Song Chengcheng sat crookedly, with one arm resting on the back of the chair, "I said, if it's Huang Zhibin, you can just let him go, after all, the friendship between his grandfather and your father lies in that."

Fu Zechuan turned his head sullenly, not wanting to talk to him.

Seeing him like this, Song Chengcheng no longer made fun of himself, and simply skipped this matter.

He took a sip from the wine glass, but glanced at Fu Zechuan who was at the side, and asked calmly, "Are you and Ji Fanfan okay?"

Fu Zechuan closed his eyes, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

"Then have you ever thought about how you plan to arrange Ji Fanfan after Sister Yue returns to China?"

Fu Zechuan swallowed a big gulp of wine to wash away his boredom, and blurted out three simple words, "Leave it alone."

Song Chengcheng looked up at the sky, "Well, don't say it, don't say it."

Anyway, he had no other choice, this Fu Zechuan was getting crazy day by day, he was really afraid that one day Fu Zechuan would be unable to control himself, but as a brother, if there was such a day, he would do his best to "collect the corpse" for him.

Fu Zechuan was in a bad mood and drank bottle after bottle of wine. Although Song Chengcheng felt sorry for his wine, there was nothing he could do, so he simply went back to his home without seeing anything.

Fu Zechuan was so drunk that he rested his elbows on the table and supported his head with his hands. Everything in front of him seemed to be coated with a film, which was blurry. Even his thoughts were intermittent, without any logic.

He put his hands flat, resting his head on his folded forearms, muttering about the robot built into his phone.

The robot dutifully responded, "I'm here, how can I help you?"

"Call Ji Fanfan..."

"Okay, I am contacting Ji Fanfan for you."?