Chapter 393 Fu Yancheng hates being interfered with

Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief, relief flashing in his eyes.

Anyway, the matter was finally resolved.

Sheng Zhong called her at this time and shouted excitedly, "Mianmian."

He couldn't say the rest.

He was so shocked that his eyesight went black.

"Dad, it's okay, just take a good rest."

Sheng Zhong opened his mouth, but his mouth was full of bitter taste.

After waiting for a minute, he asked, "Is it Fu Yancheng?"

"Um."

Sheng Zhong was silent, thinking that Fu Yancheng had no feelings for Sheng Mian at all. Unexpectedly, although he intercepted the Sheng family's business, he also brought the Sheng family back from the edge of bankruptcy.

"Okay, okay, I want to go to the Fu family in person to thank the old man."

Sheng Mian frowned, "Dad, don't do such unnecessary things. The reason why Fu Yancheng intercepted the Sheng family's business was because you contacted Grandpa Fu too frequently. Grandpa Fu tried to tie him up with marriage. But you have also seen the result. He left everyone and went abroad for three years. Fu Yancheng hates being interfered with and controlled. If the Sheng family wants to survive, as long as they don't establish their presence in front of him."

Sheng Zhong wiped his tears and had not yet recovered from the shock of saving the Sheng family.

Now when I hear my daughter's words, my chest feels painful and numb.

"Dad knows, Mianmian, dad still said what he said, you have to take over the company."

Sheng Mian, an interior designer, has to deal with many customers and understand the decoration market. She has already practiced at the grassroots level.

Even though Sheng Zhong was confused at first, he never wavered in the idea of ​​handing over the company to his daughter.

Even if Sheng Xiang wins his favor, he is only considering giving them shares in the Sheng family.

Sheng Mian suddenly stopped talking, she didn't want to take over.

After completing the design of Yujingyuan, she would find a way to hand over the houses in Lin Jing to other people in the studio, and then she would start to pick up her painting career.

Otherwise, when the master comes back later, she won't be able to explain.

Her next goal is to rent a studio and participate in international painting competitions.

Sheng Zhong coughed twice, knowing that she was in trouble.

"Dad, this body can last up to two years. After two years, I have to hand it over to you."

Sheng Mian suddenly became speechless, because even if Sheng Zhong cultivated himself well, he could only last for one year.

And now he is still suffering the double blow of betrayal from the company and Su Lan, and his hair grows old overnight.

I don't think I can last for a year.

Shengmian felt tired again, slowly emerging from the cracks in her bones, leaving her at a loss.

If it is a mother, she should prefer that she can take the path she wants to take.

When she was at the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts, she was suppressed and had no choice but to take up the interior design profession.

Sheng Zhong didn't wait for her answer and coughed even harder.

Looking at the blood on the quilt, his pupils shrank slightly.

The sound of sleep came to my ears.

"Dad, let me think about it."

Sheng Zhong said nothing, just stared at the blood stains on the quilt in a daze.

The nurse happened to come in to change the dressing. When she saw the blood stains on the quilt, she quickly brought a new quilt over.

"Mr. Sheng, please don't get emotional."

Sheng Zhong sat on the bed, with sporadic blood stains on his bloodless lips.

Could it be that he couldn't last two years?

Mianmian must not divorce Fu Yancheng, otherwise who will be her backer?

After Sheng Mian hung up the phone, she fell asleep tiredly.

She slept until evening before she felt that the energy that had been sucked away returned to her.

She rubbed her eyes, washed her face to wake herself up, and froze when she heard the sound of her cell phone.

When she took it over and looked at it, she found that it was not from Fu Yancheng. She breathed a sigh of relief.

If Fu Yancheng lets her go there again tonight, she will really die in his room.

The person who sent the message was Zhang Rong.

Sheng Mian quickly called back.

"Master."

She shouted, and a hearty laugh came from the other side.

"I just came out of seclusion and heard Mr. Fu say that you are married to his grandson? He will take advantage. I also wanted to introduce you to a better one. Humph, that boy Fu Yancheng was very wild at first and was far less mature than his brother. , I also want to introduce you to his brother, who knows, hey."

Zhang Rong was the most artist-like artist Sheng Mian had ever seen. He was a representative of traditional Chinese painting, and every painting sold for a sky-high price.

This month in this country, next month maybe in another country, living in no fixed place, just to find inspiration.

"Little Penny, Master is going to sell a painting recently. See if you like it. If you like it, I'll leave it to you as a wedding gift."

Zhang Rong's paintings are worth hundreds of millions.

When Zhang Rong saw Sheng Mian's paintings for the first time, he called her Penny, which in English means silent, imaginative and artistic.

That was when Sheng Mian was in You County. Zhang Rong was traveling around the world and he happened to see her sketching.

He wanted to accept her as his disciple on the spot.