Fu Yingcheng didn't drink. He lowered his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he took out something from his pocket and said casually: "It's over. Then I'll give you a gift." "Okay."
Ji Fanling was startled: "Ah? Really?"
The man's palms were slightly bent, with clear muscles and bright red ropes around his cold white knuckles.
The red rope hangs down.
A jade Buddha as clear as ice hangs below.
"Can I still give it to you?"
Fu Yingcheng handed it forward with his hand, and his tone was a little casual: "Take it."
Ji Fanling extended his hand upward.
The man's fingertips were lowered, and the jade Buddha slid along the hanging phalanges and landed on the palm of her hand, its touch muscles warm and moist.
Ji Fanling blinked: "Is it expensive?"
Fu Yingcheng hesitated, and finally just turned away his eyes and said calmly: "I bought it at a street stall two days ago. I was planning to hang it on the car... …It's not worth anything."
Ji Fanling said.
"I bought everything and went to the temple to have it consecrated." Fu Yingcheng added in a lukewarm tone, "To keep you safe."
Ji Fanling said strangely: "Don't you believe in Buddhism? "
Fu Yingcheng: "Who said that?"
"You never worship Wen Quxing downstairs,"
Ji Fanling said casually, but Fu Yingcheng was stunned
for a while, as if he found it interesting . He laughed, not knowing why he was happy.
The man hooked his fingers on his collar and calmly loosened his tie: "I thought you never opened your eyes when you were in school."
Ji Fanling: "..." Am I fucking blind?
Fu Yingcheng said lightly: "It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. Just do you believe it or not?"
"Yes...thank you."
Ji Fanling carefully hung the jade medal around his neck, lowered his head and touched it, and asked casually "By the way, when is your birthday?"
I don't know what kind of trouble this sentence brings to Fu Yingcheng.
His face was slightly cold, and his eyes seemed to say that it was indeed the case. He stared at her for a while as if he was scrutinizing: "What, you want to give me a gift?" "
?"
Fu Yingcheng straightened his sleeves, his nose cold. He said: "Just think about it."
Ji Fanling: "..."
I don't use the birth date method, so is it taboo to give you a gift?
Fu Yingcheng refused to say anything, so Ji Fanling didn't ask. The two sat across from each other for a while. Ji Fanling took a small handful of melon seeds and suddenly remembered: "Do you have anything? If you have anything else, leave first."
She also Can't walk.
She was indeed relaxed during the road show, but after the show, the gathered audience would definitely leave garbage all over the floor, and she didn't know until what time it would be cleaned up.
Fu Yingcheng stood up without saying anything.
He grabbed a large handful of mint candies and put them into his pocket with an expressionless expression.
Ji Fanling: "..."
It seems that he quite likes eating mint candies.
Ji Fanling just thought about it and said nothing. The candy was originally given to Fu Yingcheng.
She lowered her head and started a new round of Xiaoxiaole. At the critical moment when there were only three steps left, she suddenly heard a low voice: "Ji Fanling."
"Huh?" Ji Fanling looked up.
I don't know why, but Fu Yingcheng hasn't left yet.
The man stood at the door, leaning sideways. In the distance were countless dim lights that blurred the night.
The tall figure stood against the light, and his dark forehead hair was blown by the wind, making it difficult for people to see the emotions in his eyes clearly.
"Happy birthday." Fu Yingcheng said.
A very calm, very ordinary sentence.
There was neither a fancy arrangement nor a band to accompany him.
But it's inexplicably heavy.
It was so heavy that my heart dropped slightly.
"Oh."
Ji Fanling hurriedly looked away and made a few random strokes on his phone.
A message "Steps exhausted" pops up on the screen.
Items that were saved with great difficulty.
This level was played to death by her again.
Ji Fanling blinked slowly: "...Thank you."
*
Three days later, it was noon on the 14th.
Fu Yingcheng flew to Washington as planned and met with the president of Beplo Medical.
Originally, this was a natural business cooperation, and the other party has always received Fu Yingcheng and others with the highest treatment and sincerity.
However, on the morning of the third day, Bepro President Gavin's attitude changed completely.
At eight o'clock in the morning, before Fu Yingcheng and others arrived at the conference room, in the corridor, they heard Mr. Gavin getting angry from a distance. The man's angry curses in English came out without hesitation:
"Why isn't this scandal happening? Did you tell me in advance? Is there any room for cooperation? Your attitude in investigating Jiuzhou's background is so disappointing!
Who knows if Fu Yingcheng will go to prison next year to accompany his father?" Stopped.
There is no doubt that someone told Gavin's ears what happened to Fu Yingcheng's father back then.
Gao Zhu was filled with hatred: "It must have been done by Huiya Medical!"
Wendy lowered her voice and warned: "Don't say useless words."
Huiya Medical is a well-established domestic pharmaceutical company that attracted a large amount of foreign investment in the 1980s. After that, it rode on the wind, received policy support, rode on the wind of the times, and assumed a monopoly in some medical fields.
As a competing company of Jiuzhou Group, Huiya has been dissatisfied with Jiuzhou since a long time ago.
Although there is no direct evidence that they did it, almost everyone knows it.
Over the years, has Huiya still done a lot of shameless tricks?
Gao Zhu looked at Fu Yingcheng's face carefully.
Fu Yingcheng's face was cold, he raised his hand to push the door open and walked in.
The room originally used for discussions was extremely spacious, and broken pieces of Chinese tea bowls were scattered on the floor.