Chapter 422

Just as Wu Tutu was sitting alone in the living room, worried about Fu YeChuan, he heard something coming from the door.

Fuyechuan is back.

Wu Tutu came forward excitedly.

"Mr. Fu, you are back. You are in such good health that you still insist on going out to work in person. You are really the best successful person I have ever met. You really deserve to be Mr. Fu..."

Fuyechuan cleaned up nieping. He was in a good mood. When he entered the door and heard this, his face immediately became ugly.

No level of flattery, he even slapped the face is not red heart does not jump?

His voice was cold as he tried to be angry:

"Is Su Nan back?"

"Yes, Mr. Fu, I don't think Miss Su is in a very good mood today. I suggest you don't go up and have a hard time..."

Fuyechuan gave him a deep look.

The cold Wu Tutu shivered in his eyes.

He gave a slight cough and hurried to remedy it.

"You can only see such a big scene in TV dramas when you go to a private banquet with Miss Su, but I don't think this banquet is very classy without you."

Fuyechuan walked in indifferently in his wheelchair and didn't want to listen to his noise any more.

Who did you find?

If it hadn't been for his special occupation, this kind of person would have gone away!

Before Wu Tutu finished speaking, he ran to fuyechuan and helped him push the wheelchair.

"But Mr. Fu, I think you should have a sense of crisis. The business conditions are also good. His attitude towards Miss Su... Is very special. You can't be careless!"

At the banquet, he could clearly feel that everyone was modest, respectful and afraid of business. That kind of atmosphere was comparable to that of fuyechuan.

But such a man should be gentle and humble to Su Nan and help him everywhere. How could he be careless?

Fuyechuan rubbed his eyebrows, but his tone was not good: "I know, you can go on your own."

He did not take Wu Tutu's words to heart.

Shang Qian was special to Su Nan because Su Nan saved his son on the streets of Europe three years ago.

For this reason, Shang Qian could not have calculated Su Nan, which he knew very well.

As for feelings, his wife died in the war, and it took only three years to forget it?

When fuyechuan was about to enter the study, he suddenly paused, changed direction, and went to Su Nan's room with a wheelchair.

knock at the door.

Waited for a while.

She stood in the doorway with a facial mask on her face, her hands around her arms.

"Mr. Fu, are you really energetic?"

Go out for a night and talk to her again when you come back?

Fuyechuan's eyebrows and eyes dropped for a moment. When he looked up at her, his eyes became gentle.

"I can't wait to tell you the good news. I'm sure you'll be happy."

"Have you found the murderer Nie Ping?"

Her voice was so faint that there was no suspense left.

Fuyechuan's eyes stagnated for a moment, and he raised his admiration.

"So you already know. How clever."

"Have you sent it to the police station?"

Fuyechuan smiled silently.

"Don't worry. It's too cheap to send him now. I want to swallow his company step by step, let him watch his whole life's hard work fail, and then send him in. Do you want to be angry?"

Su Nan paused. "You've done everything you should. What can I be angry about?"

"Well, don't dirty your hands."

At that moment, Su Nan seemed to be able to feel the cold and overcast on Fu YeChuan.

Fuyechuan's eyes fell on her.

Remembering Wu Tutu's previous instructions, he praised them without stinginess.

"We Su Nan are really beautiful and smart. The key is that we are so kind..."

Every woman will undoubtedly be elated when she hears it, right?

Su Nan twitched a corner of her mouth and looked at Fu YeChuan in silence.

"Yes, so you don't deserve it."

If you don't sleep at night, can you help you sleep by saying something you don't have?

Fuyechuan went back to his room to sleep in a low mood.