After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Shen Yanhe glanced lazily at Milani, reached out to take the card from her hand, eyelashes drooped slightly, and carefully flipped through it.

The gold lettering on the black paper is indeed an invitation letter for the auction.

The way she looked at the invitation letter with her eyes closed was seen by Milani, which made her more certain that Fu's wife was not from a high family background.

If he was born taller, he would have thrown the invitation letter aside long ago.

There is no need to be so "curious" and read the invitation letter so many times.

A bit of sarcasm and contempt flashed in Melanie's eyes, she folded her arms around her chest, and said slowly: "This invitation letter is made of paper produced by the royal family of Haman, and the gold letters on it are also melted with gold. Why? Like? You haven’t seen it in Daxia, have you?”

Shen Yanhe glanced at her, nodded: "I haven't seen it before."

Usually when attending a banquet, the organizer will send a special person to pick it up, and the chance of using the invitation letter is very rare.

It was the first time, oh no, it was the second time to get the invitation letter in such a serious manner.

The first time was when I participated in a medical association in China, but the invitation letter was useless, and the organizer sent someone to the airport to pick her up.

The expression on Melanie's face became even more contemptuous, and the contempt in her eyes almost overflowed.

I haven't even seen the invitation letter.

I really don't know how Fu fell in love with her.

Seeing the contempt and contempt on her face, Shen Yanhe didn't take it to heart, she said quietly: "I will give the invitation letter to Yan He, as for whether to go or not, the decision is up to him."

"Fu will definitely go." Melanie looked confident, but her eyes couldn't help but glance towards the door, expecting to see the figure she was thinking about.

Shen Yanhe smiled but said, "The invitation letter has been delivered, it's late now, and it's time for Miss Farrell to leave."

Melanie hadn't seen Fu Yanhe yet, so she left unwillingly. She tightened her grip on the bag, and snorted softly, "I want to see you hand over this invitation letter to Fu, or I will give it to Fu Yanhe with your own eyes. A woman's jealous heart might be thrown into the trash can after I leave."

She paused, and then said: "Besides, I came to deliver the invitation letter, but left without seeing the owner's. This is too rude."

Melanie smiled a little, looked at Shen Yanhe, and said provocatively: "Madam, you don't mind letting me stay for a cup of coffee, do you? I'll leave when Fu gets the invitation letter."

Shen Yanhe understood Milani's purpose.

She said so much, but she just wanted to stay and see Fu Yanhe.

Since someone wanted to humiliate herself, she naturally wanted to do it.

Shen Yanhe smiled slightly: "Of course I don't mind."

She took out her mobile phone unhurriedly: "But it's getting late now, and it's not convenient to stay overnight in the manor. I'll call Yan He and ask him to come over."

Melanie raised her chin and nodded slightly: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

After the call was connected, Shen Yanhe briefly explained the matter of Melanie to Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe said in a gentle voice, "Yanyan, give her your phone."

Shen Yanhe raised her eyebrows slightly, said hello, and handed the mobile phone in her hand to Melanie: "Yanhe is busy, so it's not convenient to come back, he asked you to answer the phone."

There was a bit of joy on Milani's face, and she couldn't wait to snatch the phone from Shen Yanhe's hands, and put it close to her ear, her voice became very sweet: "Fu, I haven't seen you for a day, I miss you so much."

Fu Yanhe remained motionless, and his voice was calm and cool: "Miss Farrell, I already know about the invitation letter, you can leave the manor now."

"I said yesterday that you are not welcome in my manor."

These cold and ruthless words made the smile on Melanie's face stagnate, and her expression became a little stiff.

She grasped the phone with a little force, and her voice sounded like anger or resentment: "Fu, at least we have a little friendship, you don't have to be so ruthless to me, right?"

Melanie felt sad for his indifferent attitude. She clutched her chest, lowered her eyebrows, and said sadly, "I just like you and want to pursue you. I didn't make any big mistakes."

"I'm sorry, I already have someone I want to spend my life with." Fu Yanhe's expression was indifferent, his tone was neither happy nor angry, calm and waveless: "Miss Farrell can choose another person to like."

A look of resignation flashed in Melanie's eyes, but she pretended to be helpless and sighed: "Well, I will consider Fu's suggestion."

"It's just that you must come to this auction. My father said that he has prepared a VIP seat for you and will introduce a new friend to you."

Fu Yanhe hummed lightly: "I will consider it, please return the phone to my wife."

A haze flashed across Milani's eyes very quickly, and she agreed with a bit of reluctance. When returning the phone to Shen Yanhe, she quickly glanced at the screen, trying to remember Fu Yanhe's number.

But he only caught a glimpse of Shen Yanhe's note to Fu Yanhe.

Melanie curled her lips unwillingly, and handed the phone to Shen Yanhe very unwillingly: "Here, return it to you."

Shen Yanhe's eyebrows moved slightly, and she took the phone over with a calm expression, said a few words to Fu Yanhe, then hung up the phone, and then looked at Melanie: "Does Miss Farrell want to stay for coffee? "

"Don't drink, let's go back." Melanie snorted coldly, twisted her slender waist, and led the bodyguards to the outside of the manor.

Shen Yanhe ignored her, and told the servant to close the gate of the manor tightly, and then went upstairs to wash up and get ready to rest.

Just after taking a shower, Shen Yanhe's cell phone on the table rang.

She picked up the phone, and Fengjiao's panting voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yan, Yanyan, help! Xiang Lingan knows that Fu Yanhe is the chief of Luowang! He wants to settle accounts with me! He wants to kill me! "

Shen Yanhe laughed softly, sat on the chair slowly, crossed her legs, and asked suddenly: "Jiaojiao, you have known from the beginning that Luo Wang has accepted the mission of Sutanda City?"

Fengjiao felt guilty: "Uh..."

She felt guilty for less than a second, and quickly threw the blame on Xiang Ling'an: "Yanyan, it's not that I don't want to tip you off, it's Xiang Ling'an! It's him, a bitch, who threatened me and forbids me to tell you the news." !"

Fengjiao hugged the tree trunk tightly and shouted: "I was wronged!"

Shen Yanhe hurriedly moved the phone aside, and waited until she finished yelling before saying, "I don't believe it! If you are really wronged, why didn't you take the opportunity to tell me when I arrived in Sutanda City?"

Feng Jiao: "..."

She couldn't say that she also wanted to go to the theater at that time, could she?

Just as Feng Jiao was about to speak, a gloomy voice suddenly came from behind: "So you are hiding here, so I can find you easily."

Fengjiao: "!!!"

Fengjiao turned her head and saw that Xiang Ling'an was squatting behind her at some point, scaring her down to the ground.

Xiang Ling'an snorted coldly, took the phone from her hand, gritted his teeth, and said to Shen Yanhe on the other side of the phone: "Little Junior Sister, don't think that if you block me, I won't be able to find you. "

"Just wait for me, after I finish teaching Jiaojiao, it will be your turn next."

After finishing speaking, Xiang Lingan hung up the phone with a snap, and looked at Fengjiao with a calm face.

Fengjiao couldn't help swallowing.

Howling in my heart.

My life is over!