After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Xia Ran couldn't take it anymore, bit her lip and rushed in front of Fu Yanhe, interposed between him and Shen Yanhe, and slapped his red and swollen face in front of his eyes.

He said with great aggrievedness: "Ahe, don't listen to her nonsense, I didn't splash her at all, if I splashed her first, would she still be so clean?"

"Look at my face, my face is swollen from being slapped with a plate!"

Xia Ran anxiously looked forward to Fu Yanhe's coming out to her.

After all, Fu Yanhe loved her so much before, and cherished her so much, he would definitely stand by her side.

However, Xia Ran was disappointed.

Fu Yanhe glanced at the messy table indifferently, then his eyes fell lightly on the half of her red and swollen face, and wrote lightly: "It's better to hit it lightly."

"For professional things, let professional people do it. Next time, bring the bodyguard with you and let the bodyguard help you."

Xia Ran opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

There was a sweet smile on Shen Yanhe's face, with cat eyes curved, and she nodded obediently: "Okay."

Xia Ran collapsed.

"Ah He, how could you do this?" She looked at Fu Yanhe with red eyes, and tears fell down: "You were not like this before, you used to love me very much."

Obviously, even if she did something wrong in the past, Fu Yanhe would be very tolerant to her.

The smile on Shen Yanhe's face stagnated, and she couldn't help looking at Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe looked at Xia Ran very coldly, his eyes were as strange as if he had never known her: "That Fu Yanhe is dead."

Xia Ran was stabbed in the heart by his strange eyes, covered her mouth unbearably, and ran away crying.

After Xia Ran left, Fu Yanhe turned to look at Shen Yanhe, frowned slightly, and Xingshi asked, "What have you been doing this afternoon? Why haven't you come home for so long?"

Shen Yanhe picked up the black plastic bag next to the chair, and took out a bottle from it: "Go to the pharmacy to make medicine."

Wufang and Sanfang, who had been silent all this time, saw the bottle in Shen Yanhe's hand with the big word "Kidney Treasure" printed on it, and their expressions instantly became weird.

The two looked at Fu Yanhe almost at the same time.

Fu Yanhe's face darkened, and he looked at her dangerously: "Shen Yanhe, are you insulting me?"

To actually waste an afternoon making Shenbao tablets?

Is this woman just so lustful and dissatisfied?

Didn't he prove his abilities to her that night in the mx underground boxing ring?

Shen Yanhe was taken aback by his question, and turned the bottle to take a look in front of her eyes, only to realize that she was misunderstood by Fu Yanhe when she saw the word "Shenbao".

"You misunderstood." Shen Yanhe quickly opened the bottle cap, and poured some green ointment from it into the palm of his hand.

She stretched out her hand in front of Fu Yanhe and explained to him: "This is filled with scar removal cream. After I finished it, I found that there was no jar for the cream, so I took a kidney treasure bottle to make ends meet."

When Fu Yanhe saw the crystal clear paste on her palm that exuded a faint fragrance, the expression on his face eased a little, and he realized that he had misunderstood.

He glanced at the kidney vase in Shen Yanhe's hand with disgust, and said unforgivingly: "Who asked you to take it out and didn't explain it earlier, of course it is easy to be misunderstood."

After finishing speaking, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, took Shen Yanhe's hand, and carefully wiped off the ointment on her palm.

"Let's go, go back to the manor, and try the effect of the scar cream that you have been tinkering with for a long time."

Shen Yanhe looked down at the wiped palms, her slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and the soft touch of the handkerchief seemed to be still on it, which made her clenched her fists.

Return to the manor with Fu Yanhe.

The two had dinner together first, Fu Yanhe went back to his room to deal with work matters, while Shen Yanhe went to brew the antidote.

Looking at the dancing flames under the casserole, Shen Yanhe sat back in the chair, took out her mobile phone and sent a message to makeafortune.

[ym]: The prepared scar cream is in the pharmacy, remember to pick it up.

[makeafortune]: Alright!

After seeing the reply, Shen Yanhe turned off the phone and continued to stare at the medicine.

Makeafortune, who was far away across the ocean, immediately sent a message to Manager Chen.

Manager Chen, who had been busy all day, was about to go home to rest, but he received a message from his boss, asking him to go to the pharmacy to take the scar cream left by Shen Yanhe and put it in the display cabinet in Chunhe hall.

For the sake of the generous salary, Manager Chen went to open the pharmacy, searched around inside, and finally saw a kidney vase with three large characters of 'scar removal ointment' written on it on the pharmacy table.

Manager Chen: "..."

Ms. Shen's taste is really unique in using the kidney treasure bottle to hold the scar removal cream.

Manager Chen looked at the word "Shenbao" on the other side of the scar-removing ointment and fell into deep thought.

Is he going to put the bottle directly on it?

After putting it up, will the boss fire him when he comes back?

-

In Fu's Manor, in Fu Yanhe's room.

"Fu Xiao is quite honest today. Apart from bragging with his subordinates, he didn't do any unnecessary actions. After Fu Yu came to the company today, he took the place of a person in the company who was in charge of connecting with the Qi Group. , personally went to the Qi family to meet with him."

"I also said something behind my back, warning all companies not to cooperate with the recently revived Song."

Fu Yanhe was sitting on an office chair, and a laptop was placed on the table in front of him. On the computer screen were several people in suits sitting in the office.

At that time, there was a man in a gray suit dutifully reporting to Fu Yanhe the movements of Fu Xiao and Fu Yu.

Fu Yanhe closed his eyes slightly, and tapped lightly on the black tabletop with his slender and pale fingertips: "Continue."

"We have carefully investigated the identity of Dr. YM. The person we contacted this time is indeed a counterfeit. I have already dealt with him." Another man in a black suit, with bronze skin and an extremely tall figure said in a deep voice. .

"That man is an internationally renowned thousand-faced player. He took a fancy to our high commission, so he pretended to be Dr. YM to negotiate with us. If you hadn't reminded us to be more careful, Boss, it is really possible for that cunning guy to succeed."

Fu Yanhe opened his eyes slightly, and raised his brows lightly.

Is it really a counterfeit?

Inexplicably, he thought of Shen Yanhe's words of reminder at that time, which made him feel somewhat disobedient.

Are those reminders a coincidence?

Fu Yanhe's thoughts were wandering, but nothing showed on his face, he raised his eyes and asked, "Is there any more?"

The man in the gray suit and the man in the black suit shook their heads together.

Sitting in the corner, not saying much, the man in the white suit raised his hand: "Wait, boss, I still have something to ask."

The man was born with a smiling lip, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked up, his dark pupils looked at Fu Yanhe curiously, and asked, "Boss, I heard from Wufang recently that you seem to be very special to 'that' wife."

"Is it because you fell in love with his wife?"