Chapter 340 Still interlocking the fingers

When she heard the door open, she put the newspaper down. After waiting here for so long, her bad mood had gradually recovered, but this could not change what she was about to do.

"Mr. Fu."

She shouted politely.

Fu Yancheng walked behind the black marble table and sat on the leather chair.

"If anything happens, we'll talk about it in two hours. I'll have a meeting first."

Sheng Mian lowered her eyelashes. She had already waited for two hours anyway. She didn't mind waiting any longer. She would definitely make it happen tonight.

"Okay, Mr. Fu, please do your work first."

Fu Yancheng raised his head and cast his penetrating gaze on her.

Qi Shen opened the door and came in at this time, bringing Fu Yancheng a cup of coffee.

When he was about to exit, Fu Yancheng asked softly, "Penny, have you had dinner?"

Sheng Mian was so angry with Xiao Yue just now that she couldn't care less about dinner.

"without."

"Qi Shen, prepare a dinner for her."

Qi Shen paused slightly, thinking that although the president didn't want to admit it, he was quite attentive to Miss Penny.

"Mr. Fu, I'm not hungry."

Sheng Mian didn't appreciate it.

Fu Yancheng's eyes narrowed and he slowly opened the computer next to him.

"I don't know when the meeting will end. It will be at least two hours. Let's eat something first."

Sheng Mian no longer refused.

Qi Shen didn't dare to bring a staff meal casually, so he had to hurry up and notify the star hotel. In less than half an hour, a small dining cart was pushed to the top floor and pushed in front of Sheng Mian.

Sheng Mian was a little surprised, remembering the dining car that had appeared at Xiao Chuqing's door.

A small table was placed in front of her, with everything from appetizers to desserts.

Sheng Mian wasn't hungry, but these things looked very appetizing.

So I couldn't help myself, picked up my fork and started eating slowly.

Fu Yancheng was sitting on the leather chair having a meeting, but he glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

I saw her stuffing a small piece of dessert into her mouth with a fork. Probably because she was worried, the cream accidentally rubbed the corner of her mouth.

Fu Yancheng's fingers trembled, and he looked away, pretending to be indifferent and looking at the screen in front of him.

Foreign senior officials were still reporting one after another, but he found it boring.

After Sheng Mian finished eating, he took the financial newspaper and read it again. His forehead hair naturally fell down, revealing only a small white face.

Half an hour later, she was probably sleepy and her eyes closed slower.

The newspaper in his hand fell by his feet, and Fu Yancheng's voice became softer unconsciously.

She leaned on the cushion next to her and fell asleep directly.

The originally two-hour meeting lasted to three hours due to a minor incident.

After finishing, Fu Yancheng closed the computer and took a look at the sky outside.

The sky turned completely dark, and the lights of thousands of houses came on.

He sent a text message to Qi Shen, saying that he would drive by himself tonight, and Qi Shen had already left first.

At this moment, Fu Yancheng stood up and slowly came to Sheng Mian's side.

She was sleeping so soundly that he couldn't bear to disturb her.

"penny?"

He was wearing a well-dressed suit and stretched out his long fingertips to push people.

But Sheng Mian happened to wake up at this time and was a little confused, so she subconsciously raised her hand and grabbed his stretched out hand.

Still holding the fingers together.

She thought it was Sticky, which was a game she and Sticky often played.

When she woke up and saw that the person in front of her was Fu Yancheng, she was so frightened that she immediately reacted and threw her hands away in a hurry.

"Mr. Fu Fu."

She glanced outside and realized how long she had been sleeping. She quickly pretended to clean up the mess on the small table to avoid the embarrassment of throwing away his hand.

The lights in the office are bright and quiet.

But she felt that the sight, which was brighter than the light, fell on her faintly.

"Sorry, Mr. Fu, I thought it was sticky."

She smiled awkwardly.

Fu Yancheng had regained his composure and said calmly, "What do you want from me?"

Sheng Mian quietly breathed a sigh of relief, sorted out the garbage, and threw it into the trash can. She wanted to take it with her, but she heard him say: "The cleaning staff will come to clean and disinfect it later."

She then put it down and followed him.

"Mr. Fu, it's better to leave the house in Yujingyuan to someone else. We have free designers in our studio, and I can introduce them to you."