Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

His introduction with a calm smile was as indifferent as a blank piece of paper without any offensive power, but it easily left a scar on her heart.

The word ex-wife obviously caught Director Dong unexpectedly, he turned to look at Xu Qingcheng, "You guys know each other, why do you need me to introduce you?"

"Sorry. I didn't know that the president of FUC...is him." Xu Qingcheng explained that there seemed to be a crack in her vocal cords, and it was difficult to speak, her voice was hoarse, and it was very unpleasant.

But she has worked hard to control, so that her voice does not tremble.

Shocked like a loud thunderbolt struck her head, she lost all five senses and was completely stunned.

"Anyway, since we know each other, we can talk about some things." People in politics are very good at adjusting the atmosphere, so they adjusted in an instant, and let Xu Qingcheng take a seat, "I wanted to tell you about Mr. Fu's legendary story. , but it seems that I don't need to say it, Miss Xu must know it too."

come back to life?
The legendary stories in the eyes of outsiders are painful in my own eyes. No one knows how it feels to walk back to the world after walking down the road to the underworld.

The old man ordered to block all information, for fear of accidents.

The news of the death was not deliberately spread by the Fu family, but they did not stop it either. All rumors from the outside world were just protective.

Fu Pingxiu was well aware of Fu Hongxin's tricks, and Jing Ting grabbed him by the tail, holding the evidence of Fu Hongxin's crime in his hand, so he had to be careful, but this matter itself was entangled with the Jingshan Capital incident, even if Zhou Qian had There are arrangements, but they are still kept secret.

The person was rescued at the first moment of the accident, so naturally there would be no trace of Fu Jingting on the scene, and he would not miss it if he was gone.

This allowed the rumors to spread.

Xu Qingcheng sat down, pursing his lips lightly, "We haven't been in touch for many years, I really don't know the legendary story of Mr. Fu."

He suddenly sat in front of her intact like this, appearing too suddenly and without warning.

The calmer her expression was, the more frantic her heart became.

Every cell in his body trembled again, excited or happy, but he had to endure it like this, not daring to show any emotion.

His cold eyes drew a deep gap between the two of them, which made her dare not cross it easily.

Fu Jingting laughed suddenly, the voice was deep and contemptuous, light and sarcastic, "Legendary? It's just not dead."

A few words nailed her on the spot.

The coolness pierces through the bones.

She could understand the hatred hidden in his calm tone.

Even if she had no intention of doing so, she could still be considered the culprit.

When Qingyao was released from prison, she came back and met Tang Jinchao when she took Qingyao to the bank.

Without going into details, Tang Jinchao just looked at her sarcastically, "Does Ms. Xu think that she has no plans? You, Fu Jingting, really didn't predict your thoughts in advance. He could have retreated cleanly, but he didn't. This That’s why I gave you the chance to send him to the King of Hades.”

Xu Qingcheng looked at his half-smiling face, the scar on the brow was like a malicious scratch on a finely crafted work, any more inch would destroy the entire eye.

Her heart was very cold and frightened, and many emotions flooded into her mind, and she couldn't tell what emotion she was.

It's a mess, and it all boils down to the fact that it's good that he's still alive.

She has thought about it countless times, if he is fine, if we meet again...

Even though it might be a dream, he kept rehearsing the scene of him standing in front of her alive in his mind.

She has a lot to say to him, many, many.

This scene finally became a reality, but only when we actually met each other did we realize that there are too many things to say, just think about them, and you have no chance to say them at all.

Fu Jingting didn't pay much attention to her, and the topic was led to business.

Xu Qingcheng was a little numb and couldn't turn her head back. Director Dong called her several times before she came back to her senses.

Emotions are a little out of control, and the tears are almost uncontrollable.

Xu Qingcheng hurriedly stood up, "Sorry, I'll go to the bathroom first."

There was a separate toilet in the box, Xu Qingcheng hurried in with her handbag, the moment the door closed, tears could no longer be controlled.

She took out the paper on the sink, raised her face halfway, and used the paper to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes to avoid tearing up her makeup, but it was useless.

The tears flowed too fiercely, Xu Qingcheng covered her mouth to prevent herself from sobbing too loudly.

After the shock, the most that remains is joy, as if the sun suddenly appeared in the gray sky, dispelling all the haze.

Even though, he didn't forgive her.

She still thinks, it's great, it's great.

I want to tell Yuanyuan that she has a father, a real father.

In the future, in the future... there should be a chance to call daddy.

Xu Qingcheng washed her face again, put on makeup, and applied eye shadow. The beautiful sunset color perfectly covered her red eyes from crying.

During the business communication during the dinner, Xu Qingcheng couldn't keep up with her mind. Her eyes would always be fixed on his face and distracted. Can't organize language well.

Fu Jingting's gloomy face was clearly displeased, and he stared at Xu Qingcheng sharply, "If Ms. Xu doesn't talk sincerely, then let's just leave it like this today."

"No. I'm very sincere." Xu Qingcheng was silent for a long time, and finally spoke out of his impatience, "Although Shengshi's industry is a traditional industry, it is also proud of the fact that the market is large enough. With the scale, there will naturally be profits. I have seen other cases of FUC, which did not involve traditional industries, so I want to know your real thoughts, do you just want to resell as an investment, or do you want to absorb the fixed increase in stocks into a suitable team for operation? I want to know, we Is there room for cooperation between them?"

She finished speaking in one breath, her chest ached a little because she was holding her breath to keep her voice from trembling.

After hearing this, Fu Jingting only gave her one sentence, "Fuc has his own plan. It is possible to resell or absorb a shareholder team, depending on the interests. As for the space for cooperation, I frankly say that there is no."

The rejection was straightforward.

Compared with her nervous excitement, he was calm and indifferent.

Xu Qingcheng didn't speak anymore, she didn't know what else she could say.

She had eaten all the manuscripts that had been typed before, and now she couldn't find any reason in her head to persuade him.

The atmosphere of the meal was so eerie that it ended so quickly.

Wang Kai sent Director Dong back.

Fu Jingting's driver had already driven over, and he opened the door to get into the car without even looking at Xu Qingcheng.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly grabbed his arm, "Fu Jingting."

The man looked back at her, and then his eyes fell on her fingers holding his arm. The calm and flat eyes were very lethal, making people want to let go unconsciously.

But Xu Qingcheng didn't want to let it go, she seemed to be at the junction of dream and reality, she seemed to have seen the scar on his eyebrow in a dream.

But she was sure that apart from the extremely similar back that day, she hadn't heard any news about him in the past two years.

The news of death was repeated in her ears over and over again.

Her only thought is to go to Jingshan No. [-] to hang a bunch of wind chimes.

She hoped the voice would lead him home.

Be it ghosts or anything else, don't float outside.

Xu Qingcheng's hand slipped down, and she took the initiative to hold his palm tremblingly, her fingers were cold, and the palm was covered with tense wet sweat, which was in stark contrast to the warmth of his palm, her five fingers clasped between his five fingers, "You are, really."

Fu Jingting's face was gloomy, and the two of them interlaced their fingers. This unprovoked intimacy made his chest seem to be split open again.

He grabbed her wrist, ignoring her clenched fingers, and pulled it away forcefully. The corner of the man's mouth curled up into a wicked smile, "Miss Xu's methods have remained unchanged for years."

The temperature between the fingers disappeared, and the wrist was thrown away by him.

His tone of voice is very serious, full of jokes and ridicule.

Think of the long past.

After going around and around, the story returned to the original point.

Xu Qingcheng lowered his head and smiled suddenly, the tears in his eyes were shattered by the neon lights, and his palms were hot.

He is back.

Peace and safety.

His car drove away in front of him, Xu Qingcheng stood where he was and let the evening wind lift her long hair. Unlike in the past, no driver came to pick her up.