Sikong is really something, he even curses himself when he gets ruthless. Fu Siming, who had been watching the show for a while, interrupted: "Sikong, what are you doing? Talk to each other properly, how can you talk to a girl like that!"
Fu Siming stopped Sikong Jingyu, and then pushed Shi Wan aside to sit down. He picked up two glasses of wine, giving one to Sikong Jingyu: "You want to drink, right? I'll keep you company."
Sikong Jingyu glanced at Fu Siming, his expression indifferent: "Get lost."
"Hurry up, my arm is getting tired." Fu Siming gently nudged Sikong Jingyu with his arm, his urging carrying a hint of coquetry, breaking the previous stalemate.
Sikong Jingyu leaned casually against the sofa, her long, straight legs crossed, and said in a relaxed manner: "Then you can be sour. Drink it yourself if you want."
"Fine, fine, I wanted to drink it myself." Fu Siming shook his head helplessly, raised his glass, and drank the two glasses of wine in one go.
After they finished their drinks, Fu Siming leaned closer to Sikong Jingyu and asked, "Why are you targeting that young girl?"
Sikong Jingyu glanced at Fu Siming: "Which eye of yours saw me targeting her?"
“Hey, you two, if you’re not targeting them, why are you forcing them to drink?” Fu Siming said.
Hearing this, Sikong Jingyu glanced indifferently at Shi Wan sitting to the side, his tone cold: "What do you mean I forced her? She did it voluntarily. She drank because she wanted the project in the north of the city. If she didn't want the project, let's see if she would still drink."
Sikong Jingyu smiled faintly, his words carrying a deeper meaning: "She's far more shrewd than you think. Don't be so easily swayed by women."
Fu Siming raised an eyebrow, looked at Shi Wan, and asked, "Little sister, do you want the project in the north of the city?"
Shi Wan pursed her lips and didn't say anything.
Seeing that the young girl didn't dare to speak, Fu Siming asked again, "Do you two know each other?"
"I don't know him!"
This time, Shi Wan answered quickly and decisively.
Sikong Jingyu gave a cold laugh.
With Fu Siming around, she's quick to distance herself; does she have a new target now?
Since she needed to secure the project, Shi Wan didn't want to anger Sikong Jingyu, so she explained, "How could I, a lowly person, have the honor of knowing someone as distinguished as Mr. Sikong?"
Upon hearing this, Sikong Jingyu scoffed. She had just gotten out of his bed in the morning, and by evening she was saying she didn't know him. She was really addicted to playing hard to get.
“She’s right. After all, not just anyone is worthy of my acquaintance.”
"Yes." Shi Wan did not refute.
After all, it was precisely because she was unworthy of him that he hadn't even bothered to see her for over four years of marriage.
Fu Siming glanced at Shi Wan, then at Sikong Jingyu; the atmosphere between the two was clearly off.
“Just give the project to her. I’ll make the decision for you,” Fu Siming decided.
"Get lost." Sikong Jingyu kicked him.
Caught off guard, Fu Siming was kicked and fell flat on the sofa. He groaned, rubbing his backside, and looked at Sikong Jingyu with a pitiful expression: "Sikong... I feel terrible..."
Sikong Jingyu watched Fu Siming's performance with indifference, remaining unmoved.
"Keep going."
“I’m really upset that I didn’t get to act…” Fu Siming frowned.
"Pretend again."
"I'm not faking it, I really feel terrible..." Fu Siming struggled to sit up, looking like he was about to die.
“Mr. Sikong, I don’t think he’s faking it,” Shi Wan suddenly said, walking quickly toward Fu Siming.
Sikong Jingyu was slightly taken aback. Could it be that he had really kicked too hard just now?
But he clearly only used less than half his strength.
He glanced sideways and saw Shi Wan leaning closer to Fu Siming, her brows slightly furrowed: "Are you feeling unwell?"
You can ask a question, but do you need to get this close?
Or is Fu Siming really her new target?
Sikong Jingyu suddenly became furious for no reason!
"My heart is racing, I'm sweating profusely, I feel dizzy, I feel nauseous... In short, I feel terrible." Fu Siming's face was pale, and his fingers trembled involuntarily.
Seeing Fu Siming's half-dead appearance, Sikong Jingyu touched Fu Siming's forehead and exclaimed in surprise at the dampness on his fingers: "Wow, he really is sweating!"
"I told you I wasn't faking it..." Fu Siming gasped for breath, grabbing Sikong Jingyu's arm with a miserable expression: "Sikong, am I going to die...?"
"Fu Siming, you're really useless. A light kick and you're already like this." Sikong Jingyu gave Fu Siming a disdainful look, then took out his phone and dialed 120.
"With me here, Young Master Fu, you won't die for the time being."
Shi Wan opened her handbag, took out half a bottle of mineral water, poured it into a cup, and handed it to Fu Siming: "Drink this first."
"But I don't really want to drink water right now." Fu Siming frowned, looking at the glass of mineral water with disdain, and refused to take it.
"This is divine water, guaranteed to cure all ailments," Shi Wan said.
Fu Siming stared at Shi Wan suspiciously: "Really?"
Shi Wan brought the cup to Fu Siming's lips and said earnestly, "Young Master Fu, I never lie."
Fu Siming took the cup with some skepticism, took two sips, and looked at Shi Wan with a strange expression: "Sweet water?"
Shi Wan nodded gently, held the bottom of the cup, and helped pour it in: "Drink it all."
Fu Siming reluctantly drank the entire glass.
A few minutes later, Fu Siming felt much better. His heart stopped racing, his hands stopped trembling, and he didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.
"Is this really sweet soup?" Fu Siming looked incredulous. He had never tasted sweet soup before, the sweetness of Wang Xin's heart.
Shi Wan nodded: "Fifty percent glucose concentration."
"Why do you carry this with you?" Fu Siming looked at Shi Wan curiously. He could understand women liking sweets, but liking to drink this level of sweetness was...
"...to sober you up," Shi Wan said.
Before coming here, Shi Wan had already anticipated that the contract wouldn't be signed so smoothly. Although she had taken hangover medicine in advance, if she drank too much or the time dragged on too long, the hangover medicine wouldn't be a panacea. So before coming here, she poured a bottle of high sugar into a mineral water bottle to make it look real. She pretended to drink water and secretly drank a few mouthfuls of high sugar to relieve her hangover. Before Sikong Jingyu returned to the private room, Shi Wan had actually drunk it several times without Zhou Yuran noticing.
Fu Siming froze for a second, his face full of astonishment: "You gave me this to drink? Was my reaction just now... that I was drunk?"
But his reaction just now was clearly different from his previous drunken reactions, and besides, his alcohol tolerance is more than just two drinks!
"High sugar content has a diuretic effect, which can promote the liver's metabolism of alcohol, reduce the concentration of alcohol in the blood, and achieve the effect of helping to relieve hangovers. In addition, glucose is a monosaccharide that can be directly absorbed into the blood and provide energy for the body's metabolism."
Sikong Jingyu and Fu Siming looked at Shi Wan, who was very organized.
"so?"
Shi Wan replied, "Your reaction just now was... hypoglycemia."
Fu Siming's lips twitched, and he looked at Shi Wan in disbelief: "You!!! You said I have low blood sugar??"
"Mm." Shi Wan nodded.
Fu Siming waved his hand in denial: "Impossible! I've never had hypoglycemia!"
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