Chapter 8 He gave too much

Her expression was so open that Fu Yancheng felt that he had never seen the world in this regard and was making a fuss.

The man stood there with a gloomy face, motionless, like an emotionless statue of a god, making people afraid to look at him.

As the elevator descended, Sheng Mian felt that it was necessary to fight for the future of the studio.

It was only after I started working that I realized that in many cases, my little face doesn’t mean anything at all.

After all, he has so much to give.

"Mr. Fu, I still want to know which style you like. I can try it out. If you are really dissatisfied later, I don't charge a fee."

Fu Yancheng no longer knew what words to use to describe this woman.

He was silent for a moment, and after holding back for a while, he finally managed to say, "Don't you have a client?"

Sheng Mian was a little surprised. No wonder Fu Yancheng was worried that she would be multitasking?

Some designers do contact several clients at the same time, but Shengmian has always only pursued quality.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fu. If I accept this order from you, I won't accept any others in the short term. If Mr. Fu is interested, you can give me five minutes to discuss it in detail."

"not interested."

Fu Yancheng took the lead to step out. Sheng Mian was holding someone up, but it was difficult to chase him.

She had no choice but to support Liang Hanqing and planned to go see where the acting driver was.

Even though Liang Hanqing was drunk, except for the moment when he staggered just now, he kept a safe distance from her.

As soon as Sheng Mian helped the person out of the moonlight, she saw the headlights of a car not far away flashing twice, then the door opened, and a pretty woman got out.

When the woman saw the two of them, she walked over and without saying a word, she raised her hand and hit Sheng Mian.

"It's you, right?! You often pester him in the studio to ask questions, and even give him milk tea in the middle of the night?! I've long disliked you. What do you want to do tonight while my husband is drunk? ?!”

Sheng Mian was supporting the person with both hands, but he didn't avoid the slap, and there was a burning pain on his cheek.

The woman's chest was shaking with anger and her eyes were red, "I've seen people like you a lot, and you just like to destroy other people's families. Let me tell you, Liang Hanqing's money is all here with me, and you are with him, what? Can’t even get it!!”

Sheng Mian almost laughed in anger. She didn't go to the studio very much, but she knew that there were indeed a few girls in the studio who liked to pester Liang Hanqing. Maybe some people did have that intention, but that was not her.

Liang Hanqing, who was being supported by her, seemed to be awake and quickly grabbed the woman's wrist, "Wanyi, calm down first."

Zhang Wanyi shook his hand away as if a nerve had been touched.

"How can I calm down! This bitch has no shame. She knows you are married and still pesters you with all kinds of things, including milk tea and belts. I tolerated it, but she called you out on her birthday tonight, and you still hide it from me?! "

Anger like burning withered grass swept through her, and she wished she could just tear off Sheng Mian's face.

"She looks so good, but she turns out to be a vixen who seduces people randomly!!"

Liang Hanqing felt a headache, hugged her, turned around and looked at Sheng Mian apologetically, "I'm sorry, Xiao Mian, please go first."

Sheng Mian felt that she was indeed unlucky tonight, but the other party was the senior's wife after all. Is it possible that this slap could be returned?

It doesn't make sense either emotionally or rationally, so I can only accept this dumb loss.

In the car not far away, Fu Yancheng had an expressionless face.

Starting from the slap thrown by the woman, this scene of "the first wife catching the mistress" can be seen clearly.

Following the boss's gaze, Qi Shen also noticed the farce over there.

The first wife was obviously very confident. She pointed at the man and started scolding her. The man held her in his arms and coaxed her softly. Sheng Mian, on the other hand, looked like an outsider.

Such a young and beautiful woman actually works as a mistress.

Qi Shen felt a little emotional. Fortunately, there was no one around for the time being. Otherwise, if someone posted this scene on the Internet, it would really kill the public.

Fu Yancheng looked away coldly and said to Qi Shen, "Drive."