Chapter 78

ing her, and didn't notice a few people coming from the other side of the corner. She bumped straight into them."Hey there, watch out!" Qin Heng was talking to Huo Mingzheng and hadn't noticed anyone...Mrs. Shen snorted, "It's not difficult to deal with Song Qingshuang at all. It's this Fu Yan who's more troublesome."

“What’s not simple, she just relies on her beauty, looking like a flirtatious temptress!” Shen Wei touched her cheek, she had slapped herself several times today to deal with Fu Yan, even swelling her face. She couldn’t swallow this anger.

What matters most right now isn't this.

"Mom, do you have any money"

How much

Fifty million.

"Huh" Mrs. Shen's face changed, it wasn't that she couldn't afford it, but she just wanted to make sure, "What do you need so much money for"

Shen Wei didn't dare to tell the truth, "Just give it to me. I won't do anything bad with it. I'll use it for investment. I'm a bit short on cash. Besides, I haven't officially married into the Huo family yet, so it would be embarrassing to ask Ah Zheng for money."

That's also true.

Mrs. Shen didn't think much of it and went upstairs to get her a bank card.

......

Early this morning, new members of staff trickled into the company.

To avoid the crowds, Fu Yan went to the underground parking garage. She glanced at her watch—8:00 sharp. Her new work start time was 8:30. Rumor had it that Fu Hanlin always arrived at the company around 8:00.

Coming early and leaving late is his habit.

As expected, the moment she looked up, two headlights swept over her. A Phantom slowly drove in from the entrance.

Fu Yan stood by Fu Hanlin's parking spot. The car stopped, the window rolled down, and Fu Hanlin looked at her.

"Mr. Fu," Fu Yan felt a sense of restraint when she was in front of Fu Hanlin.

Although she hid it well, Fu Hanlin still saw through her. "What's wrong"

Fu Yan handed the bag over, "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for yesterday. This is a cake I made, please try it."

Over the past thirty-one years, Fu Hanlin had encountered countless women offering him gifts. Some were shy, others with flirtatious gazes, all attempting to win his favor and gain something from him, each with a purpose in mind.

He never takes it.

"Okay."

He reached out and took the bag from Fu Yan's hand, placing it on the passenger seat.

After getting off the car, I took the elevator straight to the CEO's office.

The secretary's report on today's schedule.

The city's bidding meeting only sent invitations to several leading companies in Nancheng. Xincheng is a rising star in recent years, with the solid foundation of the Fu family behind it, making it a promising contender and included in the invitation list.

Fu Hanlin doesn't like to use drivers, he drives himself, and his secretary sits in the passenger seat.

As he opened the car door, Fu Hanlin saw a bag on the passenger seat. He hesitated for a few seconds before picking it up and placing it in the center console.

The secretary was very curious about what it was, but she didn't dare to look closely. Mainly because Mr. Fu disliked people who were careless. She had just glanced at it hastily, and it seemed like a cake.

Mr. Fu doesn't eat cake, does he

The car stopped in front of the City Hall. A black Bentley also pulled up, parking beside it. The two cars lined up, gleaming with the same color under the sunlight. Because the two men who got out of the cars were extraordinary, everyone around looked over involuntarily.

"Mr. Huo," Fu Hanlin nodded.

The car door was left ajar. Huo Mingzheng's eyes casually swept over the interior, landing on a bag on the shelf.

Fu Yan really enjoys buying small trinkets and things that appeal to her girly side. She carefully selects the bags she uses to store her belongings online, and Huo Mingzheng is familiar with this kind of paper bag.

Once, he called Fu Yan and sent him a pair of swimming trunks. At that time, Fu Yan used a light blue bag to hold his black swimming trunks. His face turned dark at that moment.

Fu Yan still complained that he didn't understand aesthetics. This bag has been discontinued, and the one she has in her hand is a unique piece.

And the corner of the bag that stuck out was the one he had seen at Fu Yan's house last night, the box used to wrap the cake.

It turned out, she even had to make the cake while exhausted, it was for Fu Hanlin.

He curled his lips slightly, a shadow spreading in his eyes, "President Fu."Hey, Fu Jing looks good, so protective of Fu Yan.""Such a cliché," Huo Mingzheng tossed the lighter onto the table, "a trick to pacify little girls."Qin Heng waved his hand dismissively: “When it come...