Chapter 152 This is not liking

Sheng Mian used to be very confused about Sheng Weiyuan's attitude towards him, saying that the two of them could get along harmoniously, but the other party always seemed to like to gossip in front of Sheng Zhong.

Sheng Zhong got angry at her when she accidentally mentioned something.

But if the relationship between the two is not good, Sheng Weiyuan calls herself sister affectionately every time, as if they really have a deep sisterly relationship.

Su Lan's dislike for her was obvious, but Sheng Weiyuan's feelings for her were hidden deeply.

At this moment, Sheng Mian figured out that Sheng Weiyuan could not like her because she had occupied the position of Fu Yancheng's wife.

Thinking back to what happened before, it can be explained clearly why Sheng Wei wanted to drag his sick body and go outside.

Hearing Sheng Wei's voice of wanting to go away, Sheng Mian slowly straightened up. Fu Yancheng's breath was on the tip of his nose, and the distance between the two people instantly became very close.

Now she raised her head, and he lowered his head so that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

She quickly let go of him and pretended to hold her forehead, as if she just felt uncomfortable and leaned against him.

Fu Yancheng's eyes narrowed and he felt his arms were empty and a little disappointed, but he quickly regained his composure.

Sheng Mian glanced outside and saw that the Sheng family's car had left, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to get out of the car, he heard his cell phone ringing. It was Sheng Zhong calling.

There was a trace of surprise in her eyes, she suppressed the trembling of her fingertips due to discomfort, and pressed the answer button.

The sound of Sheng Zhong came from over there.

"Mianmian, the second round of financing has been successful. The Fu family has invested again. I am thinking of celebrating my discharge from hospital. You can invite Yancheng to my house by the way. I will ask your Aunt Su to prepare a dinner. I have to thank her properly. .”

It sounds nice to say thank you, but actually I just want to continue to build a relationship with the Fu family.

This realization made Sheng Mian feel queasy, but when she thought that Sheng Zhong now had terminal liver cancer and only had the last year to live, she felt helpless in her heart.

"Dad, who discharged you from the hospital?"

"I want to be discharged from the hospital myself, Mianmian, you don't have to worry about my health."

Sheng Zhong's face was full of joy because the financing was successful.

"The company's market value has doubled. In the future, we will rely more on our relationship with the Fu family. Let's invite Yancheng to the Fu family for a gathering the night after tomorrow. We haven't seen him since he returned to China."

"talk later."

Sheng Mian hung up the phone directly and frowned deeply.

She had already got out of the car and turned around to say thank you to Fu Yancheng, but Fu Yancheng just focused on looking at the documents between his legs, looking calm despite the weather.

In a short period of time, she owed so much to others that she didn't know how to repay it.

"Mr. Fu, thank you for tonight."

Fu Yancheng pursed his thin lips, said a faint "hmm", and ordered Qi Shen to drive.

Qi Shen glanced at him in the rearview mirror and stepped on the accelerator.

After the car drove away, Fu Yancheng glanced at Sheng Mian in the rearview mirror.

She was still standing there, probably awake, and turned around to walk towards the hospital alone.

Fu Yancheng took the documents away from his knees and looked down at a certain part of himself that was a little excited.

Just now, Sheng Mian touched a place that shouldn't be touched in her desperation, and with her hands around his waist, her warm breath sprayed on his chest through the fabric of his shirt.

He pursed his lips, tightened the fingers holding the document, and his wrist bones were straightened, slender and strong.

Fu Yancheng raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, a hint of irritation appearing on his brows.

I don’t know whether she did it on purpose or not, like a cat’s claws, they tickle people just right every time.

Fu Yancheng didn't like the feeling of placing his emotions on others, so he suppressed the slightest wavering almost rationally.

He told himself that it was probably because of that night that he was moved.

It’s just the restless dopamine at work.

This is not liking.