99 degrees of favor

Chapter 1211 It's just a bowl of rice for each meal, our Sheng family can afford it

Ye Fu hardly went up to the fourth floor to see the man.

She didn't say a word almost all day, yes, she was confessing.

She would also stare at the parking lot from time to time in a daze. The Audi A9 was already covered with dust, and she didn't know when its owner would return.

Nearly 20 days have passed, Xiaoyu won't forgive himself, will he?

He must know that the poisonous snake was set by himself, just like the old man.

Seeing her heavy psychological burden, Mama Liu sighed, "Do you want to go to the company?" Seeing that she is really changing, sometimes Mama Liu feels very sorry for her.

Ye Fu shook her head, "No." She didn't know how to face her son and daughter-in-law.

Ye Fu seemed to think of something suddenly, she turned to look at Liu Ma, frowned and asked, "Did you not bring him food?"

"It's been five days." Mama Liu answered bluntly, her eyes a little cold, "It's fine for him to starve to death, and then deal with it secretly. Anyway, Sheng Tianqi's long illness has become a fact, and she hasn't shown up for decades, only showing up at the young master's wedding. Once."

Ye Fu's heart skipped a beat, when did Mama Liu become colder than herself?

On the stairs, the old man walked down step by step on crutches, "Mother Liu, what did you just say?" There was a bit of seriousness in his voice.

Mama Liu turned around and saluted respectfully, "Master."

"Dad." Ye Fu's eyes were gentle.

"What did you just say?" The old man walked towards her step by step, fixed his eyes on Liu Ma, and asked again.

Liu Ma lowered her eyes and did not answer, she knew that the old man must have heard what she said just now.

"Being a person should start well and end well." The old man looked at her with cloudy eyes, "It's just a bowl of rice for each meal, and our Sheng family can still afford it. We have been here for so many years, and it's not bad for these few years."

"Yes." Liu Ma lowered her eyes.

Before you know it, it's early winter.

The temperature plummeted, and Jiangcheng would snow in winter, and the snow scene was the most beautiful in the world.

Fang Xiaoyu's hair has grown again, and she has a perm with slightly curly ends, which is very similar to Su Xiaoxiao's hairstyle before.

She seemed much calmer like this.

Because she liked Anxin but couldn't get any response, she became silent, and her previous carefree temperament was completely restrained, and she would often be in a daze. She once thought that she would suffer from depression.

As the end of the new year approaches, the design department of Bailian's is busy.

at dusk.

Fang Xiaoyu sat in an office chair and drew on the computer.

"Everyone stays to work overtime tonight, and you must hand in all the design drafts before get off work!" The director's voice came, and there was no doubt, "Two copies for each person! Mr. An has a bonus tonight, and he will deliver the night for everyone personally. Ye, be more active! Take out what you have learned all your life and design it for me!"

"Yoxi! It's all right!"

The design department is an active place, and the usual work is quite easy, and everyone can leave the morning shift.

It's just that Brilliant invested in a new product a few years ago. It was an air conditioner, and the design of its internal unit was handed over to the design department.

This air conditioner was going to be on the market years ago, so the design was a big deal.

Only when the design is completed can it be put into production, so the time is very tight.

Because An Xin attaches great importance to it, Fang Xiaoyu also attaches great importance to it. She habitually regards this matter as her own task.

Sitting in front of the computer in the office is a full five hours.

Before I knew it, it was ten o'clock in the evening.

Some of the colleagues who submitted their drafts had already left work one after another, and no one stayed here to freeze in order to wait for Mr. An’s supper. The nights in early winter were very cold.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Fang Xiaoyu was the only one left in the huge office.

She designed three manuscripts in total, until a shadow cast on the table, she turned her eyes and bumped into An Xin's dark and deep eyes.

"..." She looked back in a daze, then opened the mailbox, ready to send the manuscript to the director.

When she was filling in the addressee, An Xin said, "Send me an email address."

PS: Today's update is complete.

(End of this chapter)