Ch 14

　Ji Fanling: [Get up, aren't you at home today? Soon

　　, Fu Yingcheng replied:

　　c: [Handling some things at the company. ]

　　c: [Hold the phone and talk to me when you go out. ]

　　Ji Fanling was stunned for a moment: [Can I use this phone? ]

　　Fu Yingcheng sent a voice message.

　　c: "The old mobile phone I exchanged before is thrown away. There is no need to return it."

　　The male voice coming from the receiver had a casual tone, and was coated with a magnetic texture by the electric current, making it especially deep and clear.

　　Although it was said to be an obsolete mobile phone, it was so new that no trace of use could be seen. Like all his things, it had an almost harsh cleanliness.

　　Before Ji Fanling could say "thank you", Fu Yingcheng sent another voice message:

　　"After all, you are alone in my house, which makes me a little worried...my house."

　　...

　　makes me, a little, worried, my house . .

　　These are also words that people can say.

　　Ji Fanling was silent: [If you are so worried, why don't you come back to inspect in person? ]

　　A pop-up window immediately popped up above: [c invites you to a video call...]

　　​​Ji Fanling scratched his hair that was messed up while sleeping.

　　Ah, do you really want to see it?

　　*

　　Jiuzhou Medical Group Headquarters Building.

　　Fu Yingcheng's assistant Gao Yi walked quickly through the corridor and walked to the door of the president's office. He couldn't help but read through the materials of the investment project meeting and the due diligence of the target project again, confirming that there were no problems, and then tidied up the whole thing. Appearance, raise your hand and knock on the door.

　　He has been with Mr. Fu for seven years and is considered an old employee. He will not be frightened just because the leader is in a bad mood. After all, Mr. Fu rarely has a good mood throughout the year.

　　It's just that today is really unusual.

　　He felt that Mr. Fu was not so much unhappy as he was a little...uneasy.

　　Even during the morning meeting, in just half an hour, he unconsciously checked his mobile phone seven or eight times, which scared the financial director and thought he was impatient because he talked too much, and the speed of his report was so fast.

　　A faint "come in" came from the door.

　　When you enter through the door, you are faced with a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and the midday sun shines through the glass-filled office.

　　The man was sitting behind his desk, his eyebrows stretched out, looking down at his phone.

　　Gaosuke keenly felt that he was in a good mood now, which could even be said to be quite good, so much so that there was a sense of warmth in the normally air-conditioned office.

　　Gao Zhu quickly approached: "Mr. Fu, here are the data that you need to review at the afternoon investment project meeting, as well as a survey of Fried Company's business in the past ten years."

　　"Okay," Fu Yingcheng glanced at him. He looked at the message again and said, "Wait a moment."

　　Then he made a video call.

　　Gao Zhu consciously took a few steps back, waited for a few minutes, and watched as Mr. Fu's face became colder and colder, and he raised his hand and threw his phone on the table.

　　Only then did Gao Zhu see that the video screen was showing the rooms one by one enthusiastically.

　　The picture was very shaky, there was no one in the room, and it seemed a bit empty. The photographer was hidden behind the camera, not even a finger or a hair was exposed.

　　What's this?

　　A video sent by the real estate agent?

　　Seeing that Mr. Fu didn't speak for a long time, Gao Zhu couldn't help but said, "Are you looking at a house?"

　　Fu Yingcheng raised his eyelids and replied coolly: "You also think this is a house lookin'?"

　　" Looking at the bed? You still want to look at the bed?" A female voice came faintly from the phone.

　　With the camera shaking up and down, the phone rushed into the second bedroom and quickly zoomed in, giving a close-up of the bed.

　　Plain bed sheets as smooth as a hotel, neatly placed pillows, and the meticulously folded right-angled bedside...

　　Fu Yingcheng's eyebrows and his heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hand to hang up the video.

　　Gaosuke: "..."

　　It's very subtle.

　　It feels like Mr. Fu is really in a bad mood this time.

　　He asked tentatively: "Is this room good?"

　　"It's good, but..."

　　Fu Yingcheng raised his hand to take the materials handed by Gao Yi, turned them over casually, didn't read them in, and choked lightly as if laughing angrily. He said,

　　"Who would be free to look at their own home?"

　　*

　　Ji Fanling must have been very satisfied when he saw Fu Yingcheng hang up the video.

　　She also added the information thoughtfully:

　　[If you are worried. ]

　　[I can make a video call to you every day. ]

　　Fu Yingcheng did not reply.

　　Ji Fanling didn't take it seriously either.

　　She had never owned a mobile phone of her own, so she struggled for a long time with novelty. First, she found Zhou Sui's WeChat account through her mobile phone number, applied to add her as a friend, downloaded some apps that were ranked high in the app store, and ordered takeout online. Those who watch dramas and watch videos, those who read news, shopped around one by one, and did not forget to register a new Q`Q with a new mobile phone number.

　　This time Zhou Sui quickly approved Ji Fanling's friend application.

　　Suisui Pingan: [Sorry, I was busy taking care of Hanhan yesterday and kept you waiting for so long. ]

　　None of my business: [No waiting. ]

　　None of my business: [I'll be leaving soon. ]

　　Suisui Ping'an: [That's good. When Hanhan recovers from his illness, I will treat you to dinner. ]

　　Suisui Ping'an: [But, why did you go to Fu Yingcheng's house? ]

　　None of my business: [? ]

　　None of my business: [How do you know? ]

　　Suisui Ping An: [Not long after you arrived yesterday, he sent me a message and asked me if I had seen you, so I said a few words to him. ]

　　It's none of my business: […]

　　It's none of my business: [Is it possible that you told him that you saw me and were chatting with me crazily, unwilling to let me go? ]

　　Suisui Ping'an: [Um, that doesn't seem to be the answer...]

　　Ji Fanling's face was ashen.

　　No wonder Fu Yingcheng had a strange expression yesterday. It turned out that he had known that Zhou Sui was busy taking care of the children and had no time to pay attention to her.

　　The man's dark eyes, looking back now, seemed to mean "I want to see how you can make it up".