60.President Fu likes girls with long, straight black hair!

Fu Nancheng lifted his handsome eyelids and glanced at Song Zilin. "You got something to say?"

Well, Song Zilin shut up right away. Everyone could tell that this guy was in a bad mood, and no one knew who had offended him.

At this moment, Wen Shaoqian pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and pointed at a girl with long, straight black hair. "Go over to President Fu's side and help him hold the cards."

The girl's eyes had long been glued to Fu Nancheng. This mature and handsome man, who held the top position in Yecheng, had a noble and outstanding demeanor that could easily outshine everyone else in the room, even among these rich and powerful people. She was so lucky to be picked by President Wen to serve. The other top girls in the clubhouse were instantly jealous.

The girl timidly sat over and said in a soft, sugary voice, "President Fu, let me help you hold the cards~"

Wen Shaoqian looked at Fu Nancheng. "What do you think of this type?"

Fu Nancheng lazily threw out a card, then turned his head to look at the girl beside him. She was very pretty, wearing the popular natural and innocent makeup.

Fu Nancheng cooperated and gave his comment. "Quite innocent-looking."

The girl immediately blushed, and the way she looked at him was full of affection.

Wen Shaoqian raised his eyebrows. "Don't you like this kind of long, straight black hair and innocent style?"

"Second brother, what kind of woman do you really like? Shaoqian and I have really worried ourselves sick about your love life. Haven't we stuffed enough women into your bed? Why haven't you taken a fancy to any of them? Do you like the glamorous type? There's a supermodel named Su Wan'er. She has the most beautiful legs in Yecheng. Are you interested in getting to know her, second brother?" Song Zilin said.

Fu Nancheng was smoking and didn't respond to Song Zilin, but his indifferent gaze swept past Wen Shaoqian.

Song Zilin immediately exclaimed, "Damn, second brother, did Shaoqian hit the mark? Do you really like long, straight black hair?"

Many men have their own aesthetics and preferences. Over the years, there have been no women around Fu Nancheng, and no one knows what type he likes. Now, his evasive attitude makes it hard to tell if he really likes this long, straight black hair style.

"President Fu~" The girl couldn't wait any longer. "Let me hold the cards for you. Just tell me which card you want to play, and I'll play it for you~"

Fu Nancheng had no expression. "My hands aren't broken."

"..." Such a merciless rejection made the girl's eyes turn red.

Song Zilin thought, well, he's not interested.

At this moment, there was a "ding". A text message came in on the phone.

Fu Nancheng opened it. It was from Fu Yingying: Uncle, Ci Ci is already here.

Seeing this text message, Fu Nancheng took a deep drag on his cigarette.

Wen Shaoqian, who had grown up with him since they were kids, saw something fishy. "What, did you find someone you like?"

Fu Nancheng took another drag on his cigarette.

Wen Shaoqian smiled. "Could it be that you finally had a taste of love?"

Song Zilin gasped. The high - and - mighty second brother had finally been taken. He immediately shouted in dissatisfaction, "Second brother, you're so unkind. You have a woman and you didn't tell us. Bring her out to have some fun."

Fu Nancheng held the cigarette between his lips and narrowed his narrow eyes. At this moment, the voice of the waiter came from outside the private room, "Miss Su, this way, please."

Su Ci was here.

Fu Nancheng looked up and looked towards the corridor outside. He saw that slender figure at a glance.

Since Su Ci couldn't get into the house, she naturally didn't change her clothes. She was still wearing her school uniform, a small white short top, a light blue skirt below, white socks pulled up just below the knees, and a pair of round - toed leather shoes for a good - girl look. She was like a little cub that had suddenly wandered into a den of wolves, a pure little delicate flower.

Her long, straight black hair was scattered. She inherently had a bit of a cold, fairy - like air. Coupled with this innocent - style school outfit, as she walked, people kept turning their heads to look at her.

In the curling cigarette smoke, Fu Nancheng's handsome brows furrowed.