Chapter 611 This guy is pretty good at talking.

Currently, only Mr. Sang knows the truth, so Sang Qi definitely did not come to the imperial capital to find his sister. After all, this task has been entrusted to Qin Bohuai.

Because Wen Sihe is a gold medal screenwriter, he and Sang Qi can be regarded as dog-meat friends, and they both have one thing in common, that is, they like beautiful women.

So Sang Qi called him and asked him if he wanted to drink together tonight.

Wen Sihe glanced at Fu Yancheng and warmly invited Sang Qi to come over to the villa to get together.

At this moment, Sheng Mian was also driving this way, but when he turned the corner, he was directly rear-ended by another car. It was a beautiful sports car, and it looked like it had a customized color.

She frowned and opened the car door.

Sang Qi also opened the car door at this moment and found that this was the woman who had just had a fight in the mall.

Sheng Mian walked to the rear of her car and found that it had been dented by the impact.

She looked up at the time again, fearing that she would be late and make Fu Yancheng angry again.

So she asked Sang Qi.

"How much do you plan to pay?"

Turning around, I noticed Sang Qi's appearance, which was really attractive.

They are two different types from Fu Yancheng's stunning one. Fu Yancheng is restrained and fierce, but the man in front of him is like a butterfly.

It's not that he's dressed up in a flashy way, but that his looks and eyes are too charming.

Sang Qi leaned against the door of his car and looked at Sheng Mian up and down.

A minute later, he took out a check and wrote three million.

Three million was enough to buy Sheng Mian's entire car, which surprised her.

Sang Qi blew a kiss to her, "The remaining money is for your beauty. Seeing such a beautiful lady directly cured my unhappiness for the day."

He returned to his car, waved to her coolly, and left directly.

Sheng Mian stood there, unable to recover for a long time.

Where did this guy come from?

She was too lazy to care anymore, accepted the money without hesitation, and went to the villa.

At this moment, the hall is filled with the smell of wine and the smell of food in the kitchen.

But when Sheng Mian came in, she didn't see Fu Yancheng.

Wen Sihe pointed upstairs, "He drank a few glasses of wine on an empty stomach and feels a little uncomfortable. He is resting upstairs."

Sheng Mian also went upstairs to the same room as before.

The door was closed, and when she entered, she found Fu Yancheng holding a glass of warm water. He looked really uncomfortable. He was standing in front of the window, covering his stomach with one hand.

"Mr. Fu."

She shouted and took out the bracelet she bought, "I bought it as a gift."

Fu Yancheng put down the cup in his hand. His face looked a little pale because he felt uncomfortable in his stomach.

Seeing the bracelet, he could tell at a glance that it was worth a lot of money, at least several million, and it was made of fine agarwood.

The fragrance is light and has a soothing effect.

He didn't say anything, just leaned against the wall and stretched out his hand.

Sheng Mian lowered her eyelashes, grabbed his wrist, and put it on.

I have to say, her eyes are really good. This string of agarwood makes his wrist bones longer and whiter, like a switch of abstinence.

Fu Yancheng was very satisfied with the gift. The corners of his mouth curved and he pinched the agarwood beads with the fingers of his other hand.

"Didn't it cost a lot of money?"

Sheng Mian quickly replied, "It's all as it should be."

Fu Yancheng raised his eyebrows, immediately pleased.

This guy is quite good at talking.

Sheng Mian originally said it casually, but found that Fu Yancheng's eyes were full of smiles.

He leaned slightly against the wall, his eyes constantly observing the bracelet on his wrist, but his tone was still cold.

"It's okay, it suits my taste quite well."

Sheng Mian smiled at him, but the next second, she was pulled over by someone, and the position between the two of them suddenly turned, with her back pressed against the wall.

Fu Yancheng kissed the tip of her nose. Just as he was about to bend slightly and kiss her lips, Wen Sihe's voice came from outside.

"Sang Qi is here."

Fu Yancheng let him go.

Sheng Mian originally wanted to push away, but when she saw him stop, she breathed a sigh of relief.

When the two of them went downstairs together, Sang Qi was already chatting with Xie Feng.

He looked towards the building, and the tail of his eyes suddenly raised, "What a coincidence, I have met you three times today."

Sheng Mian also thought it was a coincidence.

Fu Yancheng on the side frowned, and suddenly a hand fell on her waist, holding her in his arms and sitting down.

When Sang Qi saw this action of declaring sovereignty, he knew that this beautiful woman had a master.

But he really didn't plan to take action, he just thought this person was a match for him.

There is an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

When a group of people were chatting and the atmosphere was in full swing, the doorbell rang again. This time it was Xiao Chuqing.

As soon as she arrived, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became weird.

Several other people at the table all looked at Fu Yancheng, but Fu Yancheng did not take away his hand on Sheng Mian's waist.

Xiao Chuqing held a gift in her hand and exchanged greetings with a smile on her face, "I'm not late, am I?"

Fu Yancheng also looked at Wen Sihe. It was indeed the address Wen Sihe revealed to Xiao Chuqing. The main reason was to see what Fu Yancheng planned to choose.

Xiao Chuqing did not choose to sit on the other side of Fu Yancheng, but sat next to Sang Qi and asked.

"Didn't Miss Sang come to the Imperial Capital with you?"

Sang Qi smiled when he heard her mentioning his sister.

"She really clamored to come to the Imperial Capital, but her body didn't allow it."

Xiao Chuqing suddenly remembered that this little Princess Sang had a bad heart, so the entire Sang family almost didn't dare to disobey her, and they all held her in the palm of their hands.