"How many years have you been raising it?"
"Three to five years. I don't really care about them."
"Got it," Wen Qiao nodded.
they're used to living in rich families, so they usually have their eyes on top of their heads. Just don't have too much contact with them.
"We'll only bump into each other occasionally at the YuanNan residence," replied Wen Qiao.
With the way she moved, it was very difficult for her to bump into those extravagant young ladies from rich and powerful families.
When they returned to Fu Nanli's residence, Wen Qiao still gave him a series of chest compressions, making young master Fu restless. In the end, it was Wen Qiao's turn to be pressed.
Just as he was lying on Wen Qiao's body, the phone on the bedside table rang. Young master Fu didn't intend to answer the call at first, but who was so insensible to call at this time?
However, that phone kept ringing non-stop. Fu Nanli picked up the call with a livid expression. When he saw that it was Gu Xiao, he became even angrier. His tone was extremely unfriendly as he said, " you better have something very important.
Gu Xiao: " it's my Yingluo's birthday tomorrow. Will Yingluo be coming? "
Fu Nanli almost smashed his phone. why did you have to call now of all times? Or you can send me a message."
"Brother, will you and Wen Qiao come?"
"Anyway, I'm hanging up."
After hanging up, Wen Qiao asked lazily, " "Gu Xiao?"
"Yes."
"What's the matter with him?"
you're still in the mood to ask this? " Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes.
Wen Qiao was already exhausted from his tormenting, and she scratched his neck, leaving behind scratch marks. Fu Nanli grabbed her hand and laid them both down on the bed. He took a deep breath and said, " "Are you a cat? I'm going to the office tomorrow, how am I supposed to face anyone?"
Moreover, he had grabbed it at a very conspicuous place. Men couldn't learn from women to tie a scarf or something.
Forget it, I don't care what they think.
"What's the matter with Gu Xiao?"
it's his birthday tomorrow. He's probably going to hold a birthday party. He's invited us over.
Wen Qiao said, " that's good news. He's really changed a lot. If it was in the past, he definitely wouldn't tell us. Then, we wouldn't even know when his birthday is and wouldn't attend his birthday party. Then, he would feel that we didn't value him. Now, he's taking the initiative to ask us for what he wants. He's really changed for the better.
"You've discovered quite a few good things about him," Fu Nanli said in a sour tone.
Wen Qiao subconsciously felt the man beside her getting Jealous Again. that's good. Everyone can be at ease. What you want and what you don't want, you can just say it out openly. It'll save people from guessing. I don't like beating around the bush.
"So you've agreed to attend his birthday party tomorrow, right?"
Wen Qiao had a 'why not' expression on her face, causing Fu Nanli to get up in anger. go to sleep, I'm going to take a shower.
Was there a need to take it for granted?
Wen Qiao felt that this man was strange, always getting angry for no reason.
It's bad for your health to be jealous, alright?
The next day, Fu Nanli made a trip to the Zhong Huan Corporation. There were various meetings to be held in the middle of the year, and as the young director, he had no choice but to attend.
The car stopped at the entrance of the Central District building, where a few people were already waiting for him.
The person in the lead was the most capable person in Fu Nanli's faction, the CEO of the electronics industry, he Yumin. He Yumin had graduated from Harvard University and had worked in Silicon Valley for a few years after graduation. He was very bold in the industry, and his decision-making and organizational skills were top-notch.
After that, Fu Nanli personally went to Silicon Valley to invite him to work at the Zhong Huan Corporation. The position and annual salary he offered were both very attractive.
He Yumin led a few of his vice presidents to welcome the young master.
The few of them immediately saw a faint scratch mark on the side of the collar of the white shirt.