He naturally believed Song Qingyou, but he didn't believe Yan Miao or any other man.
I can't even imagine what it would be like to have a group of tall, muscular men surrounding Song Qingyou, calling her "sister."
He couldn't stand just thinking about it.
Liang Muchuan made a zipping motion over his mouth, but after less than a minute of silence, he leaned in again, grinning mischievously: "There's another possibility."
Fu Wenzhou raised his eyelids, his eyes gleaming coldly.
Seeing this, Liang Muchuan instantly felt pressured and dared not joke anymore. He cleared his throat seriously and said, "What surprise is she preparing for you?"
Fu Wenzhou's pupils trembled. Thinking of Song Qingyou's probing yesterday and her mysterious demeanor this morning, he suddenly felt enlightened.
But he remained expressionless, glancing sideways at Liang Muchuan opposite him: "You better not be lying to me."
His eyes held an undisguised murderous intent. Liang Muchuan was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically: "What does this have to do with me? Who did I offend? Why are you causing trouble for me with your lover's affairs?"
Fu Wenzhou immediately had his assistant kick him out.
Liang Muchuan was still cursing when he left. He decided that from now on, no matter what Fu said, he would not respond or interrupt.
Who is this person?
In his office, Fu Wenzhou lost his will to work and made a phone call to Yan Shaoqin.
What has your sister been up to lately?
Yan Shaoqin, on the other end, looked at the screen with his phone and, after confirming it was indeed Fu Wenzhou, spoke: "Why are you asking her?"
Fu Wenzhou said coldly, "Just say it."
These two people surnamed Yan are really interesting. One used to have his Youyou in his heart, and the other is unreliable and just as annoying as Ruan Mingchen.
Yan Shaoqin curled his lips into a smile. "None of your business."
He hung up the phone after saying that.
The next second, he received a photo from Fu Wenzhou.
A photo of his marriage certificate with Song Qingyou.
Although nothing was said, it seemed as if everything was said.
Yan Shaoqin took several deep breaths, but still felt terrible.
Every single day, one or two people come to annoy him.
Is getting married such a big deal? If he wants to get married...
Jiang Xun's face suddenly popped into his mind. He frowned slightly and, as if possessed, dialed her number.
Since Jiang Xun left yesterday, she hasn't sent a single message, and his messages seem to have disappeared without a trace.
By the time Yan Shaoqin came to his senses, the call had already been made.
"Hello."
The call wasn't answered by Jiang Xun, but by an unfamiliar male voice.
Even with Yan Shaoqin's discerning eye, this person's voice was pleasant to hear.
He said coldly, "I'm looking for Jiang Xun."
The person on the other end paused for a moment, then said good-naturedly, "Wait a moment, she's going to take a shower."
Then Yan Shaoqin heard him raise his voice slightly and say, "Xiao Xun, a CEO named Yan has called you."
Jiang Xun's voice was indistinct; all that could be heard was a man chuckle and a gentle tone as he said to Yan Shaoqin, "Xiao Xun said she'll call you in a bit."
Yan Shaoqin hummed in agreement and then hung up.
The secretary came in and saw his gloomy face: "President Yan, President Zhang is here, he's in conference room number 2."
"Okay, I understand."
Yan Shaoqin stood up, glanced at his phone, hesitated for a moment, and then took his phone with him.
However, he held a meeting for two hours, but Jiang Xun never called.
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