Ji Fanling said carefully: "So, except for the people who have the best relationship with me, no one else should know that I am still alive."
The man raised his eyebrows slightly.
Only then did Ji Fanling realize.
The "person with the best connections" in her words also included Fu Yingcheng.
"Except for you, it was an accident."
Ji Fanling slowly added, "You found it yourself, not me."
Fu Yingcheng stared at her darkly.
He tugged at the corner of his lips for a while and said, "You might as well not explain."
Ji Fanling took the menu and glanced at it absently.
...Actually, she wanted to see Little Star more, but unfortunately he probably wasn't in the store.
When she lowered her head, a tall and straight young man ran out of the door, wearing an open blue sports coat. He was familiar with the roads and opened the door directly into the employee passage.
He walked past Ji Fanling and passed by her. The girl didn't even raise her head to look at him, but Fu Yingcheng looked slightly sideways.
After a while, the young man came out of the kitchen, wearing an apron, carrying two bowls of noodles and side dishes, and delivered them to a table of guests in the distance. He greeted with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a while."
Apparently the same was true for that table . Regular customer: "Baixing is here to help with the housework again?"
"Well, it's Sunday. I'm here to help after finishing my homework."
"What grade are you in? Isn't studying hard?"
"Second year in high school, do some manual labor after studying. , change your mind." The young man's voice was very clear.
One of the guests introduced to another: "This is the boss's son. He is doing well in Beiwan No. 1 Middle School. He is a Miaozi from Qingbei."
Ji Fanling: "..."
The girl slowly froze and quickly poked her head like a gopher. , took a look, and his eyes suddenly widened.
Little star!
It's so big!
Ji Fanling sat back and lowered her voice: "Did you see that sophomore in high school... When I met him before, he only reached my thighs." She gestured to Fu Ying.
Fu Yingcheng: "So he was a dwarf when he was seven years old?"
"..."
Ji Fanling couldn't help but glare at him.
But she was really happy, the corners of her lips were still curled up, and that look was not lethal.
Jiang Baixing said a few more words to the guests. When he saw Ji Fanling at the table looking at the menu, he came over and said enthusiastically: "Can you please tell me what you want to order..."
Ji Fanling silently covered his face with the menu and heard the young man's voice suddenly rise. Extremely surprised: "...Mr. Fu?!"
Ji Fanling: "???"
The handsome young man's face turned red with excitement: "Mr. Fu, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming to dinner...Does my mother know? I'll tell you She!" After saying that, she walked away.
Fu Yingcheng: "That's not necessary."
"Oh, okay."
Jiang Baixing turned around sharply and continued with enthusiasm: "Mr. Fu, try our signature Family Noodles, or the autumn limited crab roe noodles, which are also delicious. "
Fu Yingcheng didn't answer, and looked at Ji Fanling: "Have you thought about it?"
The girl slowly clicked down the menu that was covering her face, revealing a pair of eyes, wandering between them: "How do you... know each other? "
That's when Jiang Baixing noticed the girl opposite the man.
She was unhealthy and slender, as white as transparent, her forehead hair was long and hanging in front of her eyes, and she had a prickly look in her bones, like she was lazy.
Jiang Baixing also showed great respect to Mr. Fu's friends. He straightened his back and said without being humble or arrogant: "After I graduated from junior high school, my family was very difficult. Mr. Fu sponsored me to study in high school. This store also belongs to Mr. Fu. My family just Rent..."
Fu Yingcheng raised his eyelashes and said with a cold gaze: "Just tell everyone when you meet them, why don't you get a banner and hang it at the door?" The implication is that he talks too confidentially.
Jiang Baixing immediately stopped and said: "In short, Mr. Fu helped me..."
At that time, in order to evaluate civilized cities in Beiwan, the regulatory authorities went door-to-door to conduct strict inspections. It was found that his business license had expired and had not been reissued in time, and he was regarded as unauthorized. Penalties for operating without a license.
The noodle shop was forced to close. At the same time, the contract for the house his family rented expired, and the landlord wanted to increase the rent and double the asking price.
The house leaked and it rained all night. Jiang's father was also diagnosed with uremia. His family was suddenly saddled with hundreds of thousands of debts and was struggling.
At that time, Fu Yingcheng could be said to be a timely help.
They paid Jiang's father's medical expenses, funded his schooling, rented the store in the prime location of Yuetong Plaza to them at a low price, and even invested the initial start-up capital.
The Jiang family was grateful and specially prepared a gift for Jiang Baixing to thank Mr. Fu.
Jiang Baixing entered Fu Yingcheng's company, asked for directions everywhere, and waited for two hours at the door of the conference room before finally waiting for him.
Fu Yingcheng was only twenty-five years old at that time.
The young CEO wore a suit and leather shoes, was tall and had long legs, and was so handsome that he was almost razor-sharp. He strode out of the conference room in rapid strides, and the people around him followed him with admiration.
Jiang Baixing quickly called Mr. Fu.
Fu Yingcheng stopped giving instructions to his secretary, turned around and frowned: "Looking for me?"
Jiang Baixing quickly picked up the flower basket with the greeting card written on it: "I am Jiang Baixing, who you sponsored."
Fu Yingcheng's eyes flashed with disgust. : "Who asked you to come up?"
"I explained the situation to the sister at the front desk, and she asked me to come up."
Jiang Baixing was still immersed in joy, "My father's condition is much better, and I will enter No. 1 Middle School in September. , I just want to thank you...
"No need, I don't need your thanks. "
Fu Yingcheng interrupted in a cold voice, turned around and left, leaving only a cold sentence:
"——Don't appear in front of me in the future. "
The others followed Fu Yingcheng away. The fifteen-year-old boy stood there blankly, holding a flower basket with a disappointed expression.
He could feel that Mr. Fu didn't like him.
It could even be said that he hated him.
But who would support a very annoying person?