Ch 92

　　She thought her handwriting was perfect, but she didn't know how ugly her handwriting was. It was so ugly that anyone who knew her could recognize it at a glance. She also didn't know that this anonymous letter would never be delivered to the school leaders. They will gather dust in Old Tang's office. They only care about the school's image and don't care about the students' feelings at all.

　　Moreover.

　　He strives hard to win these three good things just for the bonus.

　　You are already dead, what do I need these useless things for?

　　Who do you think I am doing this for?

　　Everyone is willing to fight for me, why don't they want to fight for themselves? Why not live for yourself? Why do you want to save people? ! Never mind that the child is dead! Who cares? As long as you are alive, it will be fine! ! !

　　It's so ridiculous, so unworthy, so unfair... everything.

　　Fu Yingcheng took half a step back, and then another half step.

　　"Not only me, but also some classmates support you." Old Tang's voice sounded faintly.

　　"So, don't be too sad."

　　Fu Yingcheng walked out of the office, staggering.

　　The usually upright back was now slightly hunched, the head was low, and a pale spinous process protruded from the back of the neck.

　　It seemed that the piece of paper was something very heavy, bending his always straight back.

　　Old Tang couldn't help but take another look, but the door was closed from behind by Fu Yingcheng, blocking his sight.

　　Perhaps it was the wind that blew the door panel, causing it to push hard inward, making a heavy muffled sound.

　　The wind blew sharply through the buildings.

　　The low, hoarse cry, like the suppressed whimper of a severely injured and dying beast, had just come out, but was quickly swallowed up by the overwhelming sound of rain.

　　No one in the world knows.

　　Part of Fu Yingcheng.

　　She will always stay on the rooftop where she was not waiting for her.

　　Chapter 29 Drunk

　　Four days later, Fu Yingcheng took a flight from Washington back to Beiwan.

　　Su Lingqing, wearing sunglasses on her forehead and a bright orange suit, arrived at the airport early and was waiting to be picked up with a smile.

　　He didn't understand technology and didn't understand foreign languages, so he didn't go to Washington.

　　But Fu Yingcheng didn't have anyone who could work for him. Mr. Su was an official of the older generation with a good reputation. He didn't have much money and had a network of connections all over Beiwan.

　　Although Su Lingqing is considered a loser and can't read well, he inherited his grandfather's talent for managing relationships, plus he has a handsome and lovable person, so he is a natural talent who can find and win over partners.

　　Seeing Fu Yingcheng and others coming out from a distance, Su Lingqing waved: "Hey, here!"

　　When they got closer and saw Fu Yingcheng's state clearly, Su Lingqing's smile gradually disappeared: "Oh my God, you haven't been here for a few days. Are you sleeping?"

　　The man's eyes were deep-set, his eyelids were black, and his handsome appearance could not hide his tiredness.

　　"Why are you sleeping like you're not sleeping?"

　　Mr. Wu, Su Lingqing ? I have many connections and have been working together for two years, and my attitude is very sincere. I really want to give Fu Yingcheng a clean slate and have no other plans. Su Lingqing also finds it difficult to refuse.

　　Normally, Fu Yingcheng would be present at any dinner arranged by Su Lingqing unless there was anything special.

　　Who would have thought that he was in such bad shape today?

　　"You have arranged it for me, how can I not go?" Fu Yingcheng glanced at him.

　　Su Lingqing quickly glanced at Wendy and asked why this man's air pressure was so low. Wendy didn't care about him, so Su Lingqing had no choice but to put her arm around Gao Yi's shoulders, pull her closer and ask, "What's wrong? Isn't that right?" The talk was higher than expected?"

　　"Yes,"

　　Gao Yi said with a grimace, "But in the middle of the conversation, Huiya and his gang revealed the matter about Mr. Fu's father to Gavin, and Gavin lost his temper. Mr. Fu has not been in a good mood since that day."

　　Su Lingqing narrowed her eyes suspiciously: "Are you sure it's because of this?"

　　"It's nothing else."

　　Su Lingqing understood Fu Yingcheng. He is almost demanding on himself and hates useless emotions the most.

　　Twenty years have passed since Fu Zhiyuan's incident. Apart from causing trouble, it will never cause the slightest disturbance in Fu Yingcheng's heart.

　　What could be the reason?

　　It is raining in Beiwan tonight, so the dinner will be held at Tingyulou. The dishes are carefully arranged, exquisite and small, with a dazzling variety. Mr. Wu greets him at the door. He beams when he sees Fu Yingcheng and enthusiastically serves tea and water.

　　Although Fu Yingcheng was in a very light mood, Su Lingqing would never let the situation get colder, and the table was filled with joy for a while.

　　Mr. Wu stood up and toasted to Fu Yingcheng: "Mr. Fu, I really didn't know that you were on today's flight and it made you tired. I will punish myself

　　with a drink." Fu Yingcheng drank without raising his eyelids.

　　After a while, Mr. Wu stood up and toasted again: "Our cooperation in the past two years is all due to Mr. Fu's care. I drink this cup, you can do whatever you want."

　　Fu Yingcheng said nothing and drank up his head.

　　Su Lingqing raised her eyebrows in confusion.

　　After three drinks, Mr. Wu's face was glowing and beaming with joy.

　　You know, he is a high-level businessman with Jiuzhou Medical. Without him, Mr. Wu, there would be Mr. Wang, Mr. Li and Mr. Hu.

　　He toasted Fu Yingcheng. Fu Yingcheng could have replaced the wine with tea, but he not only drank it, but also drank it all. What does this mean?

　　It shows that Fu Yingcheng values ​​him!

　　So touching‌! So sincere! I think highly of him!

　　Although Mr. Fu is taciturn, whether his feelings are deep or not is all in the wine!

　　People on the other side couldn't understand Fu Yingcheng, but everyone on Fu Yingcheng's side could see something was wrong with his boss.

　　... Fu Yingcheng has almost never drank alcohol in the past two years.

　　"Director Su, do you want to stop me?" Gao Yi asked Su Lingqing's opinion in a low voice.