Chapter 679

This is the first time Zhao Meiwen has observed Fu Jinyan so closely, but she is stunned severely.

Mr. Fu is much more handsome than those little fresh meat actors in the entertainment circle.

It's not only handsome, but also momentum, aura and temperament, which no actor can match.

Zhao Meiwen's heart began to flutter. Just looking at Fu Jinyan like this, her face turned red.

Any woman will blush in front of such an excellent man, and even have a slight inferiority

After biting her lower lip, Zhao Meiwen remembered. She immediately poured out half a glass of red wine and handed her hands to Fu Jinyan.

"Mr. Fu, I'm here for you."

Fu Jinyan is still thinking about the woman of Tang Jinshe. He is more and more angry in the bottom of his heart. If he doesn't want to, he just gives Zhao Meiwen the cup and takes a sip.

When Zhao Meiwen saw Fu Jinyan drinking her own wine, her self abasement suddenly turned into self-confidence.

Yes, she is not an ordinary rich three generations. In the whole Vanity Fair, her face value is among the best. The men who run after her can be ranked in France from here. Fu Jinyan likes her, which is not surprising.

Zhao Meiwen exchanged a look with general manager Zhao. General manager Zhao was also very happy. He motioned to Zhao Meiwen with his eyes and made further efforts.

Zhao Meiwen then moved around Fu Jinyan: "Mr. Fu, I haven't introduced myself well. I'm Zhao Meiwen, and my father is the president of Hongda Group. I'm glad to meet you."

Fu Jinyan, when he was close to Zhao Meiwen, frowned because of the smell of perfume emanating from Zhao Meiwen.

Tang Jinse never used perfume, but she always emits a faint fragrance of orchid.

Oh, Tang Jinshe, I think of Tang Jinshe again

Fu Jin Yan's dim vision once again hit the screen of his mobile phone, which was his personal mobile phone. Few people knew this number, and Tang Jinse was one of them.

One day, this cell phone didn't receive a phone call from Tang Jinshe. She didn't even know when she left the hospital.

Fu Jin's words are crucial. His gloomy vision seems to be able to make the cell phone go out of smoke at the next moment.

Zhao Meiwen is closest to Fu Jinyan, so she can naturally feel the cold air around him.

Having said so many things, he did not look at himself. Zhao Meiwen could not help but look at president Zhao again.

President Zhao also saw that Fu Jinyan didn't seem to see his daughter, so he gave Zhao Meiwen another look.

Zhao Mei's body carefully pasted on Fu Jinyan's body: "Mr. Fu, I'll give you another glass of wine. I'll drink this one."

Said, Zhao Meiwen poured a glass of wine for himself, and then drank it all.

Then, she put down her glass, and the red lip ticked: "by the way, Mr. Fu, I heard that there is a big project in the heyday, namely the south foot mountain..."

"Mei Wen, it's not suitable to talk about business tonight." President Zhao interrupted Zhao Meiwen.

After a careful look at Fu Jin's words, Zhao Zongcai continued: "Mr. Fu should have a suitable candidate for the project of Nanlu mountain, but we Hongda really have confidence in this project."

Zhao Meiwen covered his lips and smiled: "Dad, didn't you say you didn't talk about business tonight? Tomorrow's, Mr. Fu. I wonder if there is time tomorrow? "

Fu Jinyan only heard the three words "Nanlu mountain". He didn't pay any attention to other words.