Ma'am, don't be greedy, Mr. Fu brings hundreds of billions and children to marry

Sheng Yiruo didn't ask Fu Zhaochen to carry her downstairs, so he brought the food for her.

Not to mention that Fu Zhaochen's cooking is really delicious, she thought in her heart that such a man loves her and loves her, then she has found a treasure in this life.

Unfortunately, he doesn't love her.

Sheng Yiruo wanted to take things downstairs after eating, but saw a little robot coming up. She didn't have this thing when she lived here.

"Master, my name is Ai Ni, please put the things you want me to bring downstairs, please be gentle!"

Sheng Yiruo put the things in, and Aini went out by herself. She followed curiously and saw Aini entered the elevator and then went to the kitchen.

"Really advanced!"

Sheng Yiruo knew that this was the latest product developed by Fu Zhaochen's company - the love you home service robot.

But most of the current users of this robot are high-end hotels. Fu Zhaochen is doing home promotion recently. He got one and tried it out first.

All of a sudden, Fu Zhaochen added another shining point - a successful career.

Although the career in the VAM agreement is Fu Zhaochen's main business, but he managed the side business so well, she still felt that he would win in the end.

Thinking of this, Sheng Yiruo thought of her fledgling career.

Now, she has sprained her ankle, so she can't see clients anymore?

Sheng Yiruo quickly took out his mobile phone to contact the big client who paid a deposit of 20 yuan——Dear, I'm so sorry, I twisted my foot when I returned to the city today, can we postpone the interview for a few days?

Sheng Yiruo anxiously waited for the other party to reply, but the other party didn't reply at all.

When Fu Zhaochen came up with the fruit, he saw Sheng Yiruo leaning against the door in a daze, she was holding a mobile phone, her uneasy appearance seemed to be waiting for a message from some important person.

Seeing this, his eyes were cold, and he returned to the study with the fruit.

Then Sheng Yiruo called him, "Mr. Fu, can you lend me a pen and paper?"

Fu Zhaochen turned his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

Sheng Yiruo smiled, "Draw the manuscript."

In the study, Fu Zhaochen watched Sheng Yiruo sketching there, his frowning brows gradually relaxed. Sheng Yiruo really likes jewelry design.

The way she draws the manuscript is extraordinarily serious and focused.

Fu Zhaochen withdrew his eyes and started working. He didn't go to the company for a whole day, and that trash He Yu sent him 12 emails, and he still hadn't read them all.

He suddenly remembered the matter of Sheng Yiruo's necklace, and he searched the official website of the design competition Sheng Yiruo participated in online.

The "Love of the Stars" designed by Sheng Yiruo is still scrolling on the homepage. Different from other gemstone designs, the central main stone keeps the rectangular cut of the original gemstone, but is inlaid with other diamonds, forming an irregular star shape.

The unobtrusive design lies in the fact that the rounded part is cut with heart-shaped masonry, shining and meaningful.

Fu Zhaochen read the competition system verbatim, and it was indeed "not for sale".

Then with He Yu's ability, he must not be able to buy Sheng Yiruo's work, so isn't that necklace fake?

If Sheng Yiruo found out that the necklace was fake, would she regret marrying him?

At that time, Sheng Yiruo wanted to get married only if he wanted to get the necklace back.

Fu Zhaochen pinched his brows, feeling very confused.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Sheng Yiruo blinking at him, "Do you have something to say?"

Sheng Yi jumped over like a chicken thief, with his arms propped on the table, his eyes were full of earnestness, "Boss Fu, are you interested in investing in jewelry?"

Fu Zhaochen leaned on his chin and sneered, "You want me to invest in your studio?"

Sheng Yiruo felt that it was really easy to talk to a smart person like Fu Zhaochen, she just threw the jade around, and he threw the jade out without attracting jade.

"You can understand that too."

Sheng Yiruo winked at Fu Zhaochen in a beautiful mood, "I can win awards in international design competitions, have you not noticed my strength?"

Fu Zhaochen pondered for a moment, and then squeezed out two words, "No!"

Sheng Yiruo, "..."

He took out his mobile phone and brought the robot Aini back. Aini opened the storage basket, and there was a fruit plate inside. Fu Zhaochen raised his eyebrows, "Hey, I'm interested in investing in such products."

Sheng Yiruo rolled his eyes, took out the fruit from the storage basket, jumped back to draw a sketch, and ate it.

Fu Zhaochen licked his lips when he saw how she was so angry that she turned her grief into appetite.

Not long after, Sheng Yiruo's cell phone began to beep frequently.

Then came the beep for her typing.

Fu Zhaochen looked up at Sheng Yiruo, she had a smile on her lips, and she seemed to be having a good chat.

In the end, typing was changed to talking on the phone.

Sheng Yiruo was very polite to that man, with a gentle and pleasant tone.

Fu Zhaochen heard that the two were communicating about the meeting place and some rigid design requirements for jewelry.

Fu Zhaochen is a man, he can tell from Sheng Yiruo's demeanor and language that the opposite client is a rich man, and he has a nice voice.

Sheng Yiruo hung up the phone, and saw Fu Zhaochen looking at her uncertainly.

Fu Zhaochen closed the laptop and took off the gold-rimmed glasses that protect his eyes from blue light, "Which client are you chatting with so happily?"

Sheng Yiruo was really happy, because she found that the other party was easy to talk to.

He listened to the opinions she gave, and he listened to them. She felt very lucky to meet a talkative customer for the first order in her life.

Sheng Yiruo told Fu Zhaochen that she met a noble client with a smile.

Sheng Yiruo said proudly, "I didn't expect that my first pot of gold, my first client, would be so warm. He even said he would listen to me."

Fu Zhaochen had a cold face, and he snorted coldly, "Your client must be a nouveau riche with no taste, so I don't ask you for it."

Sheng Yiruo, "..."

She felt that Fu Zhaochen just didn't want to see her well, so she muttered, "That's because he trusted me, and he gave a deposit of 20 yuan all at once."

Sheng Yiruo skipped back to pack up the manuscripts, and before walking out of the study, he retorted, "He chose me with unlimited potential because of his foresight."

"Is that how you protect him?"

Fu Zhaochen licked his lower lip, his face full of disdain.

Sheng Yiruo sneered, "Of course, that's my client, the client is God."

After speaking, she slammed the door and left.

Fu Zhaochen leaned back on the sofa, pinched his brows sullenly, then took out his mobile phone and placed a big order in Sheng Yiruo's store with a deposit of 50.

After the operation was completed, he got up and went back to the bedroom.

Sheng Yiruo didn't take a shower in his bedroom, but went to her bedroom before.

Fu Zhaochen knew that she didn't want to share a bed with him, but the other rooms were not cleaned and there was no quilt.

He ran to her room and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her.

The sound of rushing water made Fu Zhaochen feel distracted.

But Sheng Yiruo scolded Chen Wanning for being meaningless in the bathroom, so she called Chen Wanning to pick her up.

Chen Wanning didn't come, saying that Fu Yanwang is not easy to mess with, and they will be husband and wife sooner or later so they can cultivate their relationship.

Sheng Yiruo dried his body and put on Fu Zhaochen's white shirt. The hem of the shirt just covered his buttocks.

As soon as she opened the door and came out, she saw Fu Zhaochen looking at her intently, as if he had been waiting for her by the bed for a long time.

Fu Zhaochen looked at Sheng Yiruo, whose long hair was still dripping with water, and when it dripped onto his shirt, it would smudge and smudge, flesh-colored and sexy.

The heat wave rolled in his lower abdomen, and his whole body became dry.

Fu Zhaochen lowered his eyes for a moment, then got up, "Dry your hair and come to my bedroom..."