On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

The torrential rain and high wind in the summer night make it easy to catch a cold. Just when Wen Yuan was a little shaky, a bunch of car lights slowly approached from a distance.

Wen Yuan thought she was in a dream and couldn't believe it.

The license plate number is the one that Fu Shiyan usually used. When the car door opened, a luxurious man stepped out. He held up a black umbrella and saw such a woman.

There was a strong fire in Wen Yuan's eyes. She threw away the umbrella, ran over quickly, and hugged the man's waist directly. There was a weeping sound in her voice: "I knew you would come!"

Such a firm tone made him frown.

Fu Shiyan pulled away Wen Yuan's hand little by little, and pushed it in front of her. At a suitable distance, the umbrella moved closer to her. His voice was cold: "Wen Yuan, I can't do anything about Vanke's affairs. I have no obligation to help it. In other words, even if I have a good relationship with Zhou Liangqi, and I have no position to ask him to give up this acquisition. Do you understand?"

What's more, his relationship with Zhou Liangqi is not good in private.

He spoke directly and clearly, breaking Wen Yuan's thoughts.

In fact, Fu Shiyan didn't plan to come tonight, but he was not completely heartless. Some things were done too much to her, and his heart softened.

There was pleading in Wen Yuan's eyes, "I understand, but Brother Fu, I remember you told me before that you also have awe for the old-fashioned groups in your heart. If Vanke disappears from now on, then I believe there will not be a few traditional media You can still survive, and now you have seen the declining situation... Can't you really help? It's your salvation of feelings."

Fu Shiyan's head hurts.

Wen Yuan became stubborn and couldn't use reason to make sense.

She just got wet, and her face was wet, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Fu Shiyan did not give her hope, "The acquisition of Vanke is also the effort of many people, not to mention whether I can persuade Zhou Liangqi, even if I do, who will pay for Zhou's losses?"

Wen Yuan grabbed Fu Shiyan's hand: "I'll go and tell the board of directors that Vanke will be responsible for all these. As long as Zhou's life is spared, no matter where we meet in the future, Vanke will give way to Zhou."

In the unequal competitive relationship, Zhou Liangqi probably wouldn't even look at these conditions.

Fu Shiyan held her hand instead, and was about to pull it away, but was burned the moment he touched it.

Only then did she realize that Wen Yuan might have been standing here for a whole day.

Now that he's here, it's impossible for him to attack a woman who was attacked by a high fever.

He held it and didn't let go, "Go in and talk."

On the Côte d'Azur, this is a villa with a sense of age and extraordinary design. It has an invincible sea view. It was once sold at an auction for a high price of [-] million yuan. In the end, I don't know what happened, and it was not sold.

The last time Fu Shiyan came here, he was still with Jiang Shu.

The peach trees planted in the yard have survived and flourished.

Wen Yuan hadn't been here for a long time, she opened the door tremblingly, the settings here have not changed, but it has been four years since the last time she came in.

Tears rolled down Wen Yuan's eyes, and her eyes were red. She never thought that she would come back here one day.

Before she could speak, she suddenly became dizzy and fell straight down.

The man beside him shouted: "Wen Yuan!"

high fever.

Wen Yuan woke up again, with a fever-reducing patch on her forehead, a cup of hot water next to the bedside table, and a few pills.