After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

The ten-minute phone call ended, and the cigarette on Fu Lingheng's fingertips burned out. He stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can at his feet. When he turned around, Luo Xinyue approached him with a smile.

"Brother Lingheng, the dishes are all here. Dad asked me to come out and call you."

She was so frightened by Cheng Yang that time in the cemetery that she had a high fever and couldn't get out of bed for two days in a row. She was plagued by nightmares all night long, but she just felt better these days.

Projects developed in the old city have been troubled one after another. According to Mr. Fu, that place is unlucky. If we continue to start construction, I am afraid it will have a great impact on the interests of the group in the future.

Although Fu Lingheng would not believe these superstitions at all, he could just take this opportunity to completely end Wanxie Group's dream of having a big tree to enjoy the shade.

Fu's business is huge, but the main business is not real estate. For example, the women's clothing brand cooperation project signed with Flora just a few days ago.

No, when Mr. Luo heard the news that the project in the old city had failed, he planned to personally set up a table at the Jiatai Hotel to test Fu Lingheng's tone, and by the way, see if Fu had any other new projects that he could cooperate with recently.

"Ah."

Fu Lingheng responded indifferently. There was no emotion or anger on his handsome face without any unnecessary expression, and he moved past her to the box.

As soon as he entered the door, Mr. Luo's attentive smile greeted him: "Mr. Fu is here! Please take a seat."

He pulled out the main chair. Fu Lingheng glanced at the expensive dishes and drinks on the table and walked straight to the right side to sit down.

"Mr. Luo, you're welcome."

After Fu Lingheng sat down, he casually put his suit jacket on the back of the chair. His slender legs were folded together, showing nobility and elegance in his behavior.

"No, Mr. Fu is so young and promising, and so handsome. He also takes good care of us partners..."

Mr. Luo flattered him warmly and called the waiter to open a bottle of long-cherished red wine and pour it for him. He also mentioned his daughter: "Yueyue, why don't you hurry up and have a drink with Mr. Fu?"

Luo Xinyue stood up shyly, holding the goblet, and said in a sweet voice: "Brother Lingheng, let's have a drink?"

Cheng Yang, who was standing behind Fu Lingheng, could roll his eyes to his forehead and secretly cursed in his heart: "If I had known that we were in the cemetery that day, I should have scared her to death, so that she would not be like a coquettish fox trying to seduce her all day long. Mr. Fu. 】

Fu Lingheng had drank a lot of red wine packaged like this since he was a child, but found it bland and tasteless, so he put it down after a symbolic toast and a sip.

Luo Xinyue took the opportunity to please, picked up a hairy crab, peeled the shell, and handed it to Fu Lingheng's plate like a treasure: "Brother Lingheng, try this hairy crab, it is their signature here."

Fu Lingheng glanced at the hairy crabs on the plate, and then at the assistant beside him who was picking his fingers idly. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said in his eyes: "Cheng Yang, I'm allergic to seafood. Can you sit down and eat something?"

"what?"

Cheng Yang was stunned. Isn't it his wife who is allergic to seafood?

When did Mr. Fu become allergic to seafood?

"Ah, what, you haven't had dinner yet?"

Fu Lingheng disagreed, "Can't Mr. Luo order not enough food for four people?"

The pressure was on Mr. Luo, who laughed awkwardly, "I didn't entertain you well. Assistant Cheng, please sit down and eat with us, please?"

The celebrity in front of the emperor should be entertained with good wine and food, and he did not dare to neglect it.

Cheng Yang was not polite. He sat down and took the hairy crab from Fu Lingheng's plate with his chopsticks. He opened his mouth and bit off half of it, then slurped up the crab roe and ate it with gusto.

“As expected of top-quality hairy crabs, it tastes really good.”

When Luo Xinyue saw this, she stiffly pulled her lips, her face turned green and white, and she glared at Cheng Yang: "You were quite happy to eat the crabs I picked up for Brother Lingheng."

"Boss Fu has told us that he is allergic to seafood. As an assistant, it is my duty to take care of the boss's worries."

Cheng Yang responded vaguely, then lowered his head and broke off the crab legs to get the crab meat.

"Hmph, I can tell by the way you eat that you haven't eaten anything good!"

Luo Xinyue was so angry that she kicked Cheng Yang hard under the table, "I think you did it on purpose."

Cheng Yang gritted his teeth in pain, hurriedly moved his chair and hid a little further away, suppressing his temper, and winked at Luo Xinyue with a smile on his face: "I'm afraid Miss Luo has forgotten what Cheng told you before, I think. , Miss Luo had better be careful, after all..."

Halfway through his words, he stretched out the ending tone, just to create a chilly atmosphere for the other party.

Sure enough, this trick is much more effective than wasting words and arguing.

Luo Xinyue covered her mouth in horror, fearing that her slightest words would cause an accident to her.

"Assistant Cheng, what do you mean by this?"

Mr. Luo suddenly became anxious when he saw that his daughter's face was gradually turning pale, no different from the way she had been lying on the hospital bed with a high fever a few days ago.

Fu Lingheng glanced at Cheng Yang. Without asking, he could guess how this guy was scaring Luo Xinyue that day. He lifted his lips lazily and changed the topic in a cold voice: "Mr. Luo spent so much money to treat me to dinner today. Is it true?" What's up?"

His attitude clearly conveyed a sense of alienation.

When the question got to the point, Mr. Luo touched the bridge of his nose guiltily and laughed twice, "It's nothing. Isn't this project in the old city temporarily shelved due to various factors? I want to talk to Mr. Fu to see if there are any other solutions." The project can take care of our Wanxie."

"Mr. Luo, if I remember correctly, the old city project has been put on hold. Considering that your funds cannot be recycled, Mrs. Fu has already refunded all the money you should have, right?"

"What, the money is short?"

Mr. Luo coughed dryly and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Fu, don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for you for money."

He originally planned to drink for three rounds and speak under the influence of alcohol. He never expected that Fu Lingheng would get straight to the point and ask questions directly. He didn't even have time to brew his emotions.

"Mr. Luo, why don't you just tell me what you have to say?"

The fox's tail couldn't be hidden, and Fu Lingheng didn't bother to sit here and listen to his twists and turns.

He thought for a moment, took out the prepared project plan and said, "Mr. Fu has a keen eye and can hide nothing from you. That's it... I heard that Mr. Fu has just signed a cooperation agreement with the well-known domestic designer Flora."

"We, Wanxie, originally started out by producing clothing. Nowadays, the luxury goods industry in international metropolises is highly competitive. We, Wanxie, have been strategic partners with Fu for many years. We, Wanxie, are good in the clothing field!"

"If Mr. Fu doesn't mind, can you bring Wan Xie with you?"

Mr. Luo was also very good at talking. When he finished speaking, he spoke vividly. As he spoke, he opened the plan book and pushed it in front of Fu Lingheng.

Fu Lingheng lowered his eyes and looked at the plan. His eyes slowly scanned several pages, his eyes deepened, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

The box was almost silent, with only Cheng Yang still seriously twiddling his crab legs.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Mr. Luo felt a little uneasy, and continued: "I wonder what Mr. Fu wants?"

After a long silence, Fu Lingheng pushed the document away and faintly opened his lips: "I'm sorry, Mr. Luo."

A short, clean rejection in just a few words.

"Mr. Fu..."

"This plan written by Wan Xie is inconsistent with the concept of Fu's clothing brand, and it is really difficult for Fu to accept it."

"But--"

"Mr. Luo, we both know that in the clothing industry, in addition to fabrics, innovation is more important. Moreover, Fu has its own production line. Should we wait until next time for cooperation?"

The sentence was blocked at both ends, and Mr. Luo was speechless. There was no further content, like a deflated rubber ball that had mostly wilted.

As he had guessed before, the big tree of the Fu family was going to cut off the branch of Wan Xie with a sword!

Mr. Luo lamented in his heart, but did not dare to show it. Fortunately, he was prepared and turned to look at his daughter: "Yueyue, don't worry about eating for yourself, pour some wine for Mr. Fu!"