Seeing He Wangnian, Manager Ji hurriedly went to greet him.
When Jiang Wanli saw the smiling face of Manager Ji's lackey, she was 100% sure that it was He Wangnian who fired Song Rongchu.
Why?
Hadn't he seen Jiang Wanli yet? Why was he targeting Song Rongchu?
Jiang Wanli was thinking hard and forgot that Song Rongchu was forced to use her own cell phone to call Fu Yu last night.
Early this morning, the special assistant passed Song Rongchu's personal information to He Wangnian.
He knew Fu Yu's private cell phone number and worked part-time at the racing track where she practiced.
It was hard for He Wangnian not to doubt this man's intentions.
He would not allow any scum to defile Fu Yu.
He Wangnian leaned sideways to block the unwelcome sight of anyone who might covet Fu Yushou.
He put his arm around Fu Yu's shoulders and scanned the area with his sharp gaze, finally landing on Song Rongchu.
Just based on his ability, he still wants to snatch Fu Yu away?
Not only him.
Even He Ye, who was hiding in his heart, was mocking Song Rongchu for overestimating his own abilities.
He took a long step and brought Fu Yu into the lounge.
Fu Yu changed into a racing suit and put on a black mask in front of the mirror.
She doesn't want to reveal her true identity yet.
She looked in the mirror, holding her phone and sending a message to wish everyone a happy new year.
This man is really two-faced. He says he will give her freedom, but in fact he stays with her all the time and doesn't want to leave for even a minute.
"Tongzi, retrieve He Wangnian's favorability."
The system yawned and lazily projected the value bar into the sea of consciousness.
"Host, He Wangnian's favorability is still not 0."
It's really weird.
"Tongzi, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
The system blinked and did a 360-degree Thomas turn.
"Host, the system has just been upgraded before entering the world of the living. Its functions are more powerful than before. This kind of low-level error will definitely not occur~"
It's better this way.
"In three hours, we're going to take wedding photos. Both sets of parents are here. Yu, you don't want them to find you. You're playing racing right now, right?"
He Wangnian put down his phone and looked at Fu Yu in the mirror with his narrow eyes.
And her eyes met.
The wind was light and the clouds were calm, and he was unhurried, as if he stayed here just to complete the assigned task.
No other unnecessary thoughts.
Fu Yu raised his eyebrows, adjusted the position of his mask, and smiled with his face but not his eyes.
"Thank you, fiancé, for the reminder."
The club has equipped Fu Yu with top-notch equipment and a supporting team.
Fu Yu looked particularly petite standing in front of Qing Yishui, a 180cm tall muscular man.
After Fu Yu finished chatting with the race engineer Pete, he sat in the driver's seat.
Pete half-knelt in front of Fu Yu, put the laptop on his thighs, and debugged the equipment with Fu Yu.
The strong muscles seemed extremely stiff due to the tense movements, and the brown work clothes were about to burst in the next second.
Fu Yu seemed to be accustomed to it. His eyes moved between Peter's laptop and the workbench, adjusting their positions skillfully.
It turns out that Fu Yu has been spending all these years like this.
He Wangnian's dark eyes were deep, and his throat was inexplicably itchy. He took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and took a few sips of ice water.
But it couldn't extinguish the strange feeling rising in my heart.
He thought of Fu Yu lying on his bed last night, rubbing against his sheets and using him as a pillow.
He had never been so close to Fu Yu, nor had he ever had such strange thoughts about Fu Yu.
He wanted to hug her and kiss her.
He wanted her to have him forever.
He thought she was only looking at him.
In the past, he never minded Fu Yu's somewhat confused views on love and her sometimes lack of boundaries towards men.
But now, he cared a lot, very much, so much that he wanted to pull Fu Yu to his side immediately.