Chapter 78

hand reached out from behind and covered her mouth!Her pupils contracted, and she instinctively struggled, kicking her legs wildly and shaking her head frantically, trying to bite the other person's...Mrs. Shen let out a cold snort, "It wouldn't be difficult to deal with Song Qing霜. It's this Fu Yan who's troublesome."

“What’s so difficult about it, she just relies on her beauty and acts all seductive!” Shen Wei touched her cheek, she had slapped herself several times today to fight against Fu Yan, even swelling her face. She couldn't swallow this anger no matter what.

What's most important right now isn't this.

"Mom, do you have any money"

How much

"Fifty million."

"Huh" Mrs. Shen's face changed, not because she couldn't afford it, but because she wanted to make sure, "What are you going to do with so much money"

Shen Wei didn't dare to tell the truth. "Just give it to me, I wouldn't do anything bad. I'm going to use it for investment, I don't have enough money on hand. Besides, I haven't married into the Huo family yet, so it's embarrassing to ask Aze."

That's also true.

Mrs. Shen didn't think much of it and went upstairs to get a bank card for her.

......

Early this morning, new employees gradually entered the company.

To avoid the crowds, she went to the underground parking lot. She glanced at her watch - 8:00 on the dot. Her new work time was 8:30 am. It's said that Fu Hanlin always arrives at the company around 8:00 am.

Coming early and leaving late is his habit.

As expected, as soon as she raised her eyes, two headlights flashed over, and a Phantom slowly drove in from the entrance.

Fu Yan stood by Fu Hanlin's car, the vehicle came to a stop, and the window rolled down. Fu Hanlin raised his eyes to look at her.

"Mr. Fu," Fu Yan was always a bit restrained in front of Fu Hanlin.

Although she hid it well, Fu Hanlin still saw through her, "What's wrong"

Fu Yan passed the bag over. "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for yesterday. This is a cake I made for you. Please try it."

In the past thirty-one years, Fu Hanlin had encountered countless women who offered him gifts. Some were shy, others batted their eyelashes provocatively, all in an attempt to win his affection and gain something from him, with ulterior motives.

He never accepts.

"Good."

He reached out and took the bag from Fu Yan's hand, placing it on the passenger seat.

After getting off the car, he took the elevator straight to the CEO's office.

The secretary's report today's schedule.

The municipal bidding meeting only sent invitations to a few leading companies in Nanshi. Xincheng is a rising star in recent years, with Fu's strong backing, it has great potential as a dark horse and was also within the invitation scope.

Fu Hanlin doesn't like to use a driver, he drives himself, and his secretary sits in the passenger seat.

He opened the car door and saw a bag on the passenger seat. After hesitating for a few seconds, he picked it up and put it in the center console.

The secretary was very curious what it was, but didn't dare to look too closely. Mainly because President Fu disliked people who were inattentive. She had just glanced at it hurriedly though, and it seemed like a cake.

Mr. Fu doesn't eat cake, does he

The car stopped in front of the municipal building, and a black Bentley pulled up beside it. The two cars lined up, shimmering with the same color under the sun. Because the two men who got out of the cars were extraordinary, everyone around looked over at them unconsciously.

"Mr. Huo," Fu Hanlin nodded.

The car door was left ajar. Huo Mingzheng's eyes casually swept over the interior, landing on a bag on the shelf.

Fu Yan was very fond of buying little trinkets, things that appealed to her girlish heart. She carefully selected the bags she used to carry things from online, and Huo Mingzheng wasn't unfamiliar with this paper bag.

Once, he called Fu Yan and sent him a pair of swimming trunks. At that time, Fu Yan used a light blue bag to hold his black swimming trunks. His face turned dark at that moment.

Fù Yān also complained that he doesn't understand aesthetics. This bag has been discontinued, and the one in her hands is a unique piece.

And the corner of the bag that peeked out was the same one he had seen at Fu Yan's house last night, the box used to package the cake.

原來，她累癱了也要做的蛋糕，是給傅寒霖的。

He gave a slight smirk, his eyes darkening. "Mr. Fu," a cigarette case, picked one out with his teeth and held it between his lips, his left hand pressed against the lighter. Perhaps because he wasn't used to using his left hand, he pressed several time...