Chapter 489 That’s Jealousy

He finally knew what the fire was that had been lingering in his heart since he saw Shen Sheng.

That's jealousy.

At this moment, when he heard the group of people talking vividly about how ecstatic it was to be with a woman in bed, he felt that the air here was stuffy.

Wen Sihe saw that he was not in a good mood tonight, so he touched his shoulder.

"How about we go first?"

Wen Sihe has become accustomed to the unhindered crowd. Everyone is in this circle. Usually when people are acting like dogs, they talk about stocks and business. But after taking off the skin of the elite, the things they talk about are just the same. No countertops allowed.

This is not to belittle anyone, and it has nothing to do with family background or education. This is human nature.

But after he said this to Fu Yancheng, Fu Yancheng sat where he was and remained motionless.

Wen Sihe was a little puzzled. Just when he was about to ask him what was going on, he saw the door of the box open and Sheng Mian walked in carrying a drawing board.

When Shen Sheng saw her, he quickly stood up and said, "Penny."

He shouted and hurried towards her.

"Here we go, isn't this environment too noisy?"

Sheng Mian shook his head and spotted Fu Yancheng not far away with sharp eyes, and instantly understood Shen Sheng's little thoughts.

"No noise, as I said, Mr. Shen decides the environment."

Shen Sheng liked Sheng Mian's serious attitude, so he set up a bench for her and made some space for her.

"No need to go to too much trouble, just sketch."

Sketching is the basics for Shengmian's level. Even if you work very hard, you can finish it within an hour.

Shen Sheng was worried that she wouldn't like the atmosphere here, so he gave in like this.

Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen."

Sheng Mian did not go to say hello to Fu Yancheng, but sat down on this stool and began to draw seriously.

The others were silent for a while, and then teased Shen Sheng.

"Mr. Shen, is this a new way of playing?"

Shen Sheng waved his hand, not wanting these people to tease Sheng Mian with such dirty jokes.

"This is Master Zhang Rong's disciple. You'd better be stricter with your mouth."

As soon as I heard that he was Zhang Rong's disciple, the people who wanted to make fun of the color shut up immediately and couldn't help but ask, "I remember this seems to be Mr. Fu's designer, right?"

Shen Sheng raised his eyebrows proudly, "The designer's job is just a side job. He will stop working after he finishes this job, so I plan to let him practice with me first, so that he can calm down in a noisy environment. It is worthy of being taught by Master Zhang Rong. Yes."

Shen Sheng flattered her and winked at Sheng Mian.

Sheng Mian also smiled at him, and then looked at his drawing board quietly without paying any attention to anyone.

Almost everyone knew what Shen Sheng was thinking. This was not a test of someone's painting skills, but a way to chase someone else.

Sheng Mian was brought into this circle. Now everyone knows that she is Zhang Rong's disciple. If they want to hire someone to paint in the future, she will be the first person they think of.

Someone gave a few compliments, and everyone started drinking again, but this time there were no more jokes about women.

Fu Yancheng looked at Sheng Mian deeply and saw that she and Shen Sheng didn't know what they were talking about since they entered the door. The two of them were still smiling at each other.

He felt a surge of anger instantly surge from the soles of his feet, rushing towards Tianling Gai.

But he didn't say anything, he just held the cup in his hand gloomily.

Wen Sihe on the side didn't know that Fu Yancheng hadn't left because he knew Sheng Mian was coming.

"I've said it before, a woman who can have extramarital affairs with you can have sex with other people. Both scumbag men and scumbag women are the same. They just want to keep things fresh."

The implication is that you are not tired of sleeping with others, but they are tired of sleeping with you first, and now you want to sleep with someone else.

These words stung Fu Yancheng's nerves.

He filled the glass in his hand with wine, but his mouth was stiff.

"Do you think I really care about her?"

Wen Sihe twitched the corners of his mouth, wondering why he had never seen this man's mouth be so tough before.

"If you don't care about it, don't care about it. Then why are you angry with me?"

"I don't."

Fu Yancheng drank another glass of wine, "She and I were just having fun."