ne toasted to Fu Hanlin. Fu Hanlin was known for his good temper and lack of airs, so he drank a few glasses. 。Until the banquet ended, Fu Yan discovered that he had drunk almost half a jin (about 0.2...Before the front gate of Bieyuan, Song Qing霜 pushed Liu Jie, her face brimming with uncontainable excitement. "Hurry and find out what Old Master Fu said!"

Fu Yan was standing not far away when she heard her joy.

Liu Jie was just about to go out to inquire when she saw Fu Yan, "Miss has returned."

Song Qing霜's eyes lit up, she quickly walked to Fu Yan's face, took her hand, and eagerly said: "Have you seen Mr. Fu"

Fu Yan nodded lightly.

"What did he say" Song Qing霜 covered her mouth and smiled.

"Ask me to have dinner at Fu's house on the weekend."

Song Qing霜 covered her chest and gasped, "God has opened his eyes, truly God has opened his eyes, my daughter is about to marry into the Fu family! From now on, I'll see how Du Xinrui looks down on me anymore, her daughter will have to call you sister-in-law!"

Seeing her become more and more outrageous, Fu Yan glanced at Liu Jie standing beside her, then pulled her back. "Let's go upstairs and talk."

Along the way, Song Qing霜 even decided which house's dress she would wear on her betrothal day. Who knew, as soon as she entered the room, Fu Yan's words were like a basin of cold water poured down.

"Mom, I've told you this before, my relationship with Fu Hanlin is fake."

Song Qing霜 has long since been immune to this kind of talk, "You're saying it's fake But last time at the old master's birthday, I saw Fu Hanlin treat you like it wasn't fake."

"That was him playing along with me."

"That's what you think," Song Qing霜 said with the air of someone who'd been there and done that.

Fu Yan remained silent, "You can believe it or not."

But she didn't dare deny it too forcefully. Song Qing霜 had a forgetful nature, once she thought of something pleasant, she would forget everything else completely. What if she suddenly remembered the hickey on her neck and questioned her about the man who gave it to her

She gave Fu Yan a look, her forehead was bruised. Song Qing shuang pointed at her forehead, "How did you get hurt"

"The car was rear-ended and injured."

She briefly told him about hitting Fu Hanlin's car last night.

Song Qing霜 listened with a look of wanting to speak but holding back.

"You don't have to say it," Fu Yan guessed what she was going to say.

Indeed, Song Qingxiang couldn't hold it in any longer. "What I'm saying is, Fu Hanlin definitely likes you. Even if he's your boss, seeing how seriously you work, he wouldn't hold a grudge against you for the compensation afterward. How do you explain him taking care of you at the hospital"

"That's his gentlemanly conduct. He wouldn't leave me alone at the hospital that late." Fu Yan explained.

"Just keep arguing then." Song Qing霜 gave her a withering glance.

"He likes men!" Fu Yan couldn't bear it anymore. It wasn't that she intentionally wanted to spread gossip about Fu Hanlin, but no matter how she explained it, Song Qing霜 just didn't believe her.

“You believe entertainment news” Song Qing霜 crossed her arms and looked down at Fu Yan, who was sitting on the sofa. “The Fu family is so prestigious, women flock to Fu Hanlin. If he didn't put out a little word, the threshold of the Fu family would be trampled flat.”

She sat down and said in a heavy tone, "Although my mother can be clueless sometimes, she's not stupid. I see through Fu Hanlin better than you do."

Fu Yan lay silently on the sofa, staring at the ceiling and sighing helplessly.

Before Song Qingshuang could say anything else, Fu Yan suddenly remembered something and sat up. "Oh right, how's that investment project of yours going"

Before, it was said that we would wait until Old Master Huo's birthday passed before showing her this, but several days have already passed. I almost forgot about it.

"Not bad, I just got a bonus. Although it's only 100,000 yuan, this is just the beginning, the big head is in the back." Song Qing霜 said proudly.

Fu Yan didn't listen to her paint a picture, and directly asked: "Is there a signed contract"

Investment doesn't necessarily involve signing a contract; she's just casually asking. If there is one, it would be more convenient to look it up. Mingzheng almost laughed out loud. He walked to the bedside and took a cigarette box from the drawer, bit one out, and lit it.The swirling smoke obscured his eyes, shimmering like a dying ember."More...