Chapter 33...Love Brain
After seeing Fu Linyu off, Fu Chengyun stood in front of the door for a long time.
He was just being so naive, rambling on and on, but he only said two things: one was that he hoped to work well together, and the other was to apologize to Ning Che.
First, it was pure bullshit, so Fu Chengyun ignored it.
What about the second one?
Visiting, having dinner together... every word revolved around Ning Che.
——He wants to see Ning Che!
Fu Chengyun felt incredible as his slender knuckles tapped on the door handle again and again.
He was clearly rude at the wedding and was beaten by Ning Che so badly that his own mother didn't recognize him. He also lost a large sum of money because of his own scheme.
In just one day, he came to apologize, and the purpose of his apology was...
To see my sister-in-law?
If he remembered correctly, Ning Che had stayed at home since he came here, except for staying with him. The only two times he went out were to save Jiaer and yesterday.
There was absolutely no chance to contact Fu Linyu.
Could it be that Ning Che was arranged by Fu Linyu?
His palm left the door handle and moved to the ring on his ring finger.
He immediately rejected the absurd idea.
Grandpa Li had watched him grow up, so he was absolutely trustworthy. Since he'd said Ning Che was his distant grandson, there had to be no problem. Besides, he was willing to trust Ning Che at any time.
"Tsk!" Fu Chengyun paced in front of the door, casually spinning the ring with two fingers.
Could it be that the brother-in-law is thinking about his sister-in-law?
A figure gradually emerged on the light blue frosted glass in front of me, looking back and smiling, beautiful and graceful.
It made sense. After all, such a beautiful woman could captivate him and others.
Fu Chengyun sneered, laughing at the fact that he seemed to have a new competitor, and also at Fu Linyu's arrogance.
He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Ning Che.
How's it going? Is there anything unusual at home?
Ning Che was curled up on the sofa reading Journey to the West. After seeing the news, he turned his head and glanced at the black-clad bodyguards standing still outside the door. Then he grabbed his phone with one hand and wrote on the screen with the other: No
After receiving a positive answer, Fu Chengyun felt relieved. He then sent a message to Butler Li, instructing him that Ning Che must bring bodyguards with him when he goes out and must report to him.
To prevent any problems before they occur, he put his cell phone on the desk and buried himself in his boring work again.
Lunch time soon arrived, and Fu Chengyun was not able to go to the restaurant, so the administrative staff packed the lunch boxes and sent them to his office.
The team director of the French project followed behind the administrator, holding a computer and reporting the content of the meeting in detail.
Fu Chengyun listened while eating, occasionally raising questions or affirming them. Finally, after offering revision suggestions and clear instructions, he added a few more words of encouragement before letting them go.
The office door closed again, and both the team director and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fu Chengyun leaned back in his chair, picked up his phone and refreshed the chat interface with the same person over and over again.
In less than a minute, he refreshed the screen a hundred times, but no new message popped up. But he was not discouraged and began to read the message again word by word.
He discovered that there was no time gap between Ning Che's every reply and his own words. In other words, he replied instantly.
The corners of his eyes curved up involuntarily. A quick reply! This meant the little fox had been waiting for his message.
He even began to imagine the scene of the lonely little fox leaning against the window in her room, waiting for him to come home, looking anxiously.
Fu Chengyun quickly sent a message: What are you doing?
My Little Fox: Do Not Disturb While Playing Games
…The love-brain was suddenly awakened by a bucket of cold water. Fu Chengyun said with a stern face: Playing games all the time is bad for your eyes.
My little fox: Leave me alone
While I am working hard here, the little fox at home is happily playing games.
It’s not enough to just say one word!
Every word he said was criticized, and Fu Chengyun wanted to catch the little fox to work with him, so that he could serve him tea, massage his shoulders and press his waist!
He stared at the messages Ning Che sent back over and over again, wishing he could catch the real person through the Internet.
The corners of his dejected mouth suddenly lifted up. The smile on Fu Chengyun's face was sinister and vicious.
His fingers danced across the screen quickly, excited as if he had discovered some treasure.
Fu Chengyun: You don’t know how to pronounce punctuation marks?
Ha ha ha ha!
If you ask me, I will teach you!
My little fox: Grandpa Li taught me.
! ? ~——=＃#……→_→△☆-_-||
Fu Chengyun looked at the series of punctuation marks and felt speechless.
This is not punctuation, it is a blatant provocation!
Grandpa Li is too idle. We should enroll him in a senior citizens' university later.
Fu Chengyun was fuming at his phone. There was another knock on the office door. An administrative staff member came in to collect the lunch boxes, followed closely by Assistant Lin.
"Mr. Fu, the celebration banquet has begun. It's time for us to set off."
The little fox's every move always tugged at his heartstrings. Fu Chengyun turned off his phone, rubbed his forehead, and finally shook off the nagging resentment that gripped his heart.
The celebration banquet was held in the staff restaurant on the second floor, and all employees were welcome to attend. Fu Chengyun and Assistant Lin came out relatively late, and when they went down to the second floor, the corridor was quiet and there were no one in sight.
As we approached the restaurant, we could hear some noise. The closer we got, the louder it became, accompanied by the sound of people speaking amplified by microphones and cheers rising and falling.
Fu Chengyun couldn't help but wonder: Why is a celebration banquet like an annual meeting?
As he stepped through the door, he saw Fu Linyu standing on the stage and speaking.
He was still wearing the same light grey suit, with a friendly smile on his face, looking very elegant. His injured left hand further reinforced his image as a hardworking and determined man despite his disability. Naturally, he was liked by many female colleagues and male omegas in the company.
Even some male betas looked at him with admiration.
Fu Chengyun couldn't help but roll his eyes. It turned out that everyone in the world was attracted by beauty, and of course he was no exception.
The atmosphere was very lively, and he didn't want to disturb them, so he found a seat in the corner by the window and sat down.
Fu Linyu held up the microphone and said, "The successful completion of this project is inseparable from your support and efforts. I would like to thank you all here." As he spoke, he bowed deeply and politely, as if he had really won the project.
There was another round of applause from the audience.
"Everyone has been working hard lately. Our company has specially invited several performers from Star Entertainment to bring everyone a performance so that everyone can relax and unwind."
Fu Chengyun was shocked. Xingxing Entertainment?
He has clearly stopped investing in Star Entertainment and also terminated all cooperation with Star Entertainment after Ning Che made trouble.
Is the appearance of this name at this time a coincidence or a long-planned plan?
He looked around and saw a dozen or so artists, but not Mr. Li from Star Entertainment. Even after the dancers took the stage, Fu Linyu disappeared.
Fu Chengyun leaned close to Assistant Lin and said, "Find out who Fu Linyu has been meeting recently and who the new investor of Xingxing Entertainment is."
Assistant Lin said okay and left the restaurant.
Fu Chengyun was urged by employees to go on stage to speak. He smiled casually and walked towards the podium in the middle of the restaurant.
The content of his speech was nothing more than asking about the well-being of employees, expressing concern for their health, and painting a long-term picture to encourage them to continue to contribute to the company. Fu Chengyun spoke a lot as if he was reciting a line of dialogue, without thinking.
He spoke absentmindedly, and the employees below the stage listened with one ear and out the other.
No one wanted to listen to his nonsense; they were simply attracted by his beauty.
Fu Chengyun was tall and muscular, his toned figure faintly visible beneath his slim-fitting suit. His sharp eyebrows and bright eyes made him stand out from the crowd. His voice was deep and possessed the unique magnetism of an alpha, and the movement of his thin lips elicited wild screams from the audience.
In the past, Fu Chengyun was very disdainful of this kind of sensationalism, but today he cherishes it especially.
He raised his phone, took a group photo of the infatuated faces in the audience, and sent it to Ning Che.
Postscript: At the celebration banquet, they insisted that I speak.
My little fox; why don’t you take one off for everyone!
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