Shen Guannan: "..."
"Ahem!" He coughed lightly, covering his mouth. "Actually, I don't think Song Qingyou's actions were wrong. Business is business, and finding partners isn't about relationships. After all, it's a company, not a husband-and-wife business. Besides, isn't SY yours? What's the difference between her going to SY and going to Fu's? Aren't they all yours?"
Shen Guannan sounded genuinely puzzled; he didn't understand why Fu Wenzhou was so insistent on this.
Fu Wenzhou leaned back lazily on the sofa, his narrow eyes filled with gloom: "She has no idea that SY is mine."
In other words, as long as SY is SY, it doesn't matter who it is.
But the Fu family belongs to him, to Fu Wenzhou, and Fu Wenzhou will never be chosen.
Xu Zezhan scoffed, "Idiot."
Fu Wenzhou's face suddenly turned cold. "Xu Zezhan, who the hell are you cursing?"
"I'll curse you." Xu Zezhan lit a cigarette. "You're jealous of yourself. Aren't you an idiot?"
"..." Fu Wenzhou was too lazy to tell them that it was not the same thing at all.
These people don't have partners, what do they know!
He sullenly gulped down a mouthful of wine, his craving for a cigarette kicking in. He was angry at the moment and didn't care about Song Qingyou's instructions. He asked Xu Zezhan for a cigarette and put it between his lips.
Shen Guannan smiled, then caught a glimpse of a white figure out of the corner of his eye, and his expression froze.
It wasn't until I saw the girl carrying the wine tray that I realized it wasn't Song Qingyou, but someone else.
"Fu Wenzhou," Shen Guannan nudged him, "Look over there."
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