I was kidnapped by the boss to get married

Mo Sen took a closer look, and found that Fu Beichen was drenched from head to toe, and he didn't open his eyes. Could it be that something happened?
Mo Sen instantly understood that this was definitely not Fu Beichen's original intention. There must be some ulterior secret in it. Maybe the boss was tricked this time.

"I'm sorry, Miss Su Ling, Mr. Fu is not feeling well, let's make an appointment at another time!" Unexpectedly, facing such a panic situation, Mo Sen could be so calm.

"Fu Beichen invited me here, how dare you barge in, hurry up and disappear in front of my eyes!" Su Ling did not give up, after all, the arrow is on the string and has to be launched.

"I'm sorry, Miss Su Ling, Mr. Fu really has many other things to do!" Mo Sen's attitude was very tough. Based on his understanding of Fu Beichen, Fu Beichen would never do such a thing. Fu Beichen has always regarded Su Treat Ling like a younger sister, not to mention Fu Beichen's current state is not very sober.

The bodyguard helped Fu Beichen up and pushed him into the car. Mo Sen closed the door of the room.

Su Ling stayed where she was, her teeth itching with hatred. She didn't expect all the plans to fail this time. Liu Qianqian is a real gunslinger, and she helped Fu Beichen to this room. Su Ling shouldn't get into any trouble.

"Fu Beichen, I'm going to sleep with you sooner or later!" Su Ling clenched his fists tightly, and the flesh stuck into his palms.

Mo Sen drove Fu Beichen back to Yunding Manor. Fu Beichen was a little sober in the car, but his whole body was like a volcano about to erupt. The heat waves in his body were overwhelming.

I don't know if the woman was at home at this time. After Mo Sen stepped into the villa, he felt relieved, but the woman was not at home. Mo Sen had no choice but to ask the doctor to give Fu Beichen a tranquilizer and send him to the hospital. To rest in the bedroom.

"On weekdays, isn't Miss Chu Xia always at the villa? The president just needs it at this time, why is she leaving?" Mo Sen complained to Aunt Zhou with a meaningful expression on his face.

"This morning, Miss Chu Xia, she went out early in the morning, in a hurry, with a very happy face."

"There must be something wrong?" Aunt Zhou was in a daze, not understanding what happened.

Quickly find Chu Xia, Mo Sen ordered some bodyguards.

China Literature Group is the most well-known film and television IP creation company in China. Some Chinese dramas, students who graduated from Beijing Film and Television Film Co., Ltd. write scripts and shoot TV dramas here, and some of them are some extremely outstanding school students who work part-time here. They have countless These whimsical ideas will be turned into wonderful scenes in the TV series to meet everyone.

The platform capabilities of China Literature Group are obvious to all. In recent years, there have been many gold medal screenwriters who have signed with China Literature Group. The development of Chuxia will definitely reach a higher level.

The China Literature Group is really a big group, and the handwriting is really different. This time, it offered a price of 200 million, which is the biggest sum that Chu Xia has heard. Chu Xia suddenly thought of Fu Beichen. This man has been protecting her. This name made Chu Xia's heart jump all the time.

When I came to China Literature Group, I was greeted by a 24-year-old woman in early summer. This is an elegant woman, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a gray suit, which outlines thin legs. The woman has a kind of elegance It turned out that she was Tang Feng's female assistant.

Under the guidance of the assistant, Chu Xia came to Tang Feng's office, the assistant opened the door, and Chu Xia walked in.

There was no one in the office, Chu Xia began to look around, quietly admiring Tang Feng's office.

The main color of Tang Feng's office is white. Whether it is office desks, chairs or wall decorations, there is a post-modern style, which is very in line with the temperament of literary youth in Tang Feng's bones, and has a clean texture of moonlight and breeze.

There are several oil paintings hanging in the office, all of which are Tang Feng's works, one is an oil painting on the banks of the Volga River, and the other is a scene of a Siberian forest. In the oil painting, there is a snowman wearing a red scarf.

Chu Xia guessed that this snowman must have been piled up by Tang Feng and the woman Ruhua together.

Just when Nan Xia was dreaming, the door was pushed open, and Tang Feng had a smile on his face, but he couldn't hide the exhaustion on his face.

This man was wearing a white suit and a colorful bottoming shirt. He was full of youthful enthusiasm, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, which was extremely inconsistent with his age.

"Aren't your paintings good back then?" Chu Xia responded to Tang Feng's smile.

"What is that year?" Tang Feng narrowed his eyes, realizing that Tang Tiantian had already told Chu Xia about his study abroad in Russia.

"Miss Chu Xia, you are here today, you are not talking about oil painting with me, are you?" Tang Feng had a faint indifference, as if he didn't want to bring up the past.

"Yes," Chu Xia realized that this had already involved Tang Feng's emotional forbidden zone. After all, today he came to sign a contract, not to talk about Tang Feng's love history. Chu Xia quickly pulled his thoughts back.

"Well, what kind of work have you been thinking about recently?" Originally signing a contract with a screenwriter like Chu Xia, there was no need for Tang Feng to appear in person, but in order to return Fu Beichen's favor, Tang Feng also attached great importance to Fu Beichen's wife's works. He wanted to know if there were any really creative ideas this early summer.

"China Literature Group is now the most formal film and television IP company in the domestic market. If you like it, you can become our contracted writer," Tang Feng offered a good contract condition.

"Well, that's true. I'm currently conceiving a costume drama "Linglong Banquet." Chu Xia told Tang Feng about the new theme she was trying.

Tang Feng's eyes lit up. This theme is very interesting. The idea is beyond the current era. This is also the cultural soft power that China Literature Group wants.

Listening to Chu Xia talking about the new work he conceived, Tang Feng fell into deep thought, and glanced at the girl's face, Chu Xia's face was full of light.

It's no wonder that Fu Beichen fell in love with Chu Xia. This girl's mind is full of imagination, and ordinary people can't get what's in her mind.

Could it be that Chu Xia's brain hole has traveled to the world of Three-Body Problem, Tang Feng thinks he is a person with advanced thinking, but he can't catch up with Chu Xia's brain hole, Tang Feng showed a satisfied smile for Chu Xia's new work.

"Well, if you have no questions, this work will be signed to our group, and China Literature will adapt the work "Linglong Banquet" into a film and television IP, how about it?"

"Mr. Tang, you are quite sincere. It is really an honor for me to sign a contract with China Literature." Facing the olive branch offered by Tang Feng, Chu Xia officially accepted it.

When Chu Xia saw Tang Feng's serious appearance, he was really curious. At that time, he could not help being stunned for a second with his long hair fluttering in Russia.

"Okay, then let's sign the contract!" Tang Feng and his assistant handed over the signing matters to the two to make a copy, saying that they signed their names seriously and shook hands.

If you are not busy, you can visit the China Literature Group, how these screenwriters work on weekdays, and the process of film and television IP adaptation. Tang Feng originally planned to arrange an observation in the company in early summer, but the phone turned on. The familiar phone call was from Fu Beichen.

After Chu Xia came out for a while, Fu Shao missed his wife?Tang Feng was about to make a few jokes, but found that the voice over there was not Fu Beichen, but Fu Beichen's assistant, Mo Sen. What's the matter?

Chu Xia listened to it from the side. It seemed that Fu Beichen was calling, and his face turned red. This Tang Feng was joking, and it really didn't matter the occasion.

"That's right, something happened to Mr. Fu, and Miss Chu Xia needs to come back immediately!"

"Okay, I see!" Tang Feng hung up the phone, realizing that this time it might not be a trivial matter.

Before Chu Xia could react, Tang Feng dragged her into a white sports car, and Chu Xia couldn't even name her.

Along the way, Tang Feng drove so fast that he almost threw people out.

What the hell is going on here?This Tang Feng should say something, right?As expected, things flock together and people divide into groups. This Tang Feng's behavior is exactly the same as that of Fu Beichen.

Along the way, Tang Feng didn't speak at all. When he saw Chu Xia's side face, he had the feeling of going back to the time when he was collecting music in Russia. How could this woman's side face look so similar to that woman back then!
The appearance of Fu Beichen's love with Chu Xia now touched Tang Feng. Tang Feng actually had an impulse to find the woman back then. I don't know why Ruhua disappeared forever?

If you have any difficulties, you should leave a few words. She disappeared without a trace like a leaf. Tang Feng's world has also entered winter from autumn. His heart is desolate and he can't come out again. .

If you have doubts about some things, you must get to the bottom of it. A matter always has a result. If you let this woman torture you for no reason, then what is the point of living alone?

Chu Xia seems to have seen through Tang Feng's mind. This man has been using a false appearance to cover up his heart. He dare not admit that he is the one who was abandoned.

Tang Feng was also a top student at Binshi University at that time, and the well-known rich second generation in Binshi was dumped by someone. This is an indelible scar in his heart. I don’t know whether it is because face is important, or it is a person’s fault. It feels more important, Chu Xia sighed.

At some point, the car had already stopped at the entrance of the villa, and Chu Xia and Tang Feng hurriedly walked into the room.

Mo Sen and Aunt Zhou had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Miss Zhu Xia, you are finally back!" Mo Sen seemed to see a life-saving straw, his eyes lit up.

Chu Xia looked at everyone's panic-stricken faces suspiciously, since she just came here, she didn't know anything.