Su Fanxing waited until she handed the person over to Wen Qisheng before returning to the meeting room, sweating profusely.
She was restless all the way, her nails twisting the corner of her clothes, almost breaking them, but she turned a blind eye.
Qi Ying glanced at her, her expression indifferent, her tone still cold: "Miss Su, your lipstick is smudged."
"......" Su Fanxing finally woke up from her dream and took out the makeup mirror from her bag to touch up her makeup.
So annoying.
It's all Zhou Moshi's fault. Why did he touch her tattoo for no reason?!
Just when they were about to succeed, something went wrong. Wouldn't this lock that person in Su Luoyue's camp?
Thinking of Su Luoyue, Su Fanxing finally remembered the purpose of today and took out his phone again...
I don't know when the explosive post was refreshed successfully, and there was a long string of black text.
The person who wrote this post has a smooth and professional handwriting, and it's obvious that he is an insider in the Beijing business circle.
Su Fanxing glanced at Qi Ying out of the corner of her eye and confirmed that he was checking the contract item by item and did not ask her about her plans for where she was going. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the person Su Huaiquan found to keep an eye on her was a stubborn person who only cared about his own business.
She felt at ease with herself as the boss and returned to her original position on the sofa, ready to think carefully about what this living devil in the capital meant by selling himself for money.
Of course she had to read every word of such a wonderful post carefully.
In ancient times, there was a struggle among nine sons for the throne, and now there is a struggle for power within the Zhou family in the capital. To explain, we have to start with the fact that Big Brother Zhou was always showing mercy.
Everyone knows that Mr. Zhou has several sons, right? But in fact, the Zhou family is willing to admit that only Zhou Yewei and Zhou Moshi are sons.
Now that Mr. Zhou is seriously ill, the fate of this huge family fortune and the Zhou Group with a market value of hundreds of billions has certainly become everyone's biggest concern.
As everyone knows, Zhou Yewei is a good-for-nothing, while Zhou Moshi is young and promising. The empire project he founded is enough for him to gain a foothold in the Beijing business circle. He is a man who never does anything without profit and acts decisively, which makes him known as the living devil.
It's a shame Zhou Moshi didn't have a reliable mother. Everyone knows that Zhou Yewei's biological mother is the beloved white moonlight figure of Big Boss Zhou. Judging from the contents of the will currently circulating, Big Boss Zhou wasn't planning on giving Zhou Moshi a single cent!
When Su Fanxing saw this, her fingertips holding the phone unconsciously clenched until they turned white.
Her long eyelashes drooped slightly and her brows were furrowed.
As a victim of the dirty struggle among the wealthy, she could empathize with Zhou Moshi's pity.
Aren’t those injustices and shames what she has experienced?
She is already in such a miserable state, what about that person?
It turns out that they are the same kind of people at heart.
With this mood, Su Fanxing continued to scroll down the post.
[Who knew that the living devil would get to know this news, and he actually broke into Boss Zhou's ward in the middle of the night, pointed a gun at his father's head, and placed a bet.
As long as he can take over the Southeast Asian market that Zhou has always been unable to capture, Boss Zhou will be convinced to give Zhou to him.
On the contrary, he voluntarily assisted the fool Zhou Ye for the rest of his life and became his heir.
This bet was too tempting for Boss Zhou and was exactly what he wanted.
If it works, Zhou Ye will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life. If it doesn't, Zhou Moshi will be eaten to the bone by those people in Southeast Asia.
As far as the poster knows, Zhou Moshi has now gone to the port city. Ostensibly he is looking for partners to raise funds with him, but in fact he is selecting a suitable wharf to open up exports to Southeast Asia.
Many prominent families in Hong Kong heard the news and sent their daughters to him.
At the moment, it seems that the most likely target for Zhou Moshi is the Qiyue Wharf of the Su family in Gangcheng...]
The post ends here.
Su Fanxing slightly pressed the corners of her lips.
Maybe it's because I ate too much sugar, my throat feels a little itchy for some reason.
It’s not that I feel uncomfortable, but I just feel a little uneasy.
Qiyue Wharf, if she remembered correctly, was the birthday gift that Grandpa Su gave to Su Huaiquan.
If what this explosive post said was true... then from the beginning to the end, the marriage between Su Luoyue and Zhou Moshi was facilitated by Su Huaiquan.
The knife that Su Luoyue stabbed at her was handed to her by Su Huaiquan himself.
Tsk, this Su family, how many surprises are there that she doesn't know about.
Su Fanxing lowered her head, her hair blocking her view.
She seemed to feel nothing, and just stared at the screen that had been turned off long ago, without coming back to her senses for a long time.
Until Qi Ying's emotionless, robotic Hong Kong dialect interrupted her thoughts: "OK, the contract is fine."
Then he stood up numbly.
She didn't have time to care about Linda's expression at the moment. She suppressed her discomfort, picked up the contracts on the table and signed them one by one.
After signing, he threw the folder on the table, grabbed his bag from the sofa and walked out the door.
Until I sat back in the back seat of the Bentley.
Su Fanxing came back to her senses a little and raised her eyes indifferently.
The rearview mirror reflected her red eyes. She realized belatedly that her nasal cavity was sore and her heart seemed to be tightened by an invisible hand. The pain was so severe that she didn't even have the strength to gasp.
Feelings of grievance welled up in her chest, but Su Fanxing could only clench her fists, letting her nails dig into her palms...
"Qi Ying, was the marriage between Su Luoyue and Zhou Moshi arranged by my eldest brother?" She heard her voice trembling.
In fact, when she asked this question, she was already in a panic.
She also knew that from the day she was taken into the Su family, she would never hear a word of truth again.
For example, the servants called her the Third Miss, but actually gossiped about her behind her back, saying that she was a bastard who was not recognized by the Su family.
For example, Su Luoyue, who calls herself a good sister in front of others, but behind their backs, everyone wants to throw all the dirty water in the world on her.
However, after being stabbed in the back by those people, she had countless ways to seek justice on her own.
Only Su Huaiquan...she couldn't accept it!
From childhood to adulthood, Su Huaiquan has depended on each other for survival...
The eldest brother who said he would protect his third sister for the rest of his life, was suspected of becoming an accomplice in taking away her most precious thing.
"Miss Third, I shouldn't interfere in the master's affairs." Qi Ying's answer almost had "Yes, you are absolutely right" written on her face.
Su Fanxing knew that he would not say another word, so she did not press him any further.
She looked indifferent, but in fact, where no one could see, her fingertips were scratching the crocodile leather bag, leaving a few mottled marks.
"Let's go to Xu's. I don't miss the Su's." Her tone was light and indifferent, as if the person who was in so much pain was not herself.
"My mission is to send the young lady home safely." Qi Ying remained unmoved, concentrating on driving without even blinking.
Su Fanxing hesitated for a while, but still called Su Huaiquan.
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