After the words came to his voice, Shangqian's face became gloomy and his eyebrows were furrowed tightly.

But before the eyes of the two people next to him came over, the person had returned to his casual appearance.

"If she goes, go, it doesn't affect her work. I haven't paid back the money I spent on her."

Jiang Yu'an followed the discussion and stopped warming the eunuch and changed his mind.

"Do you want to go with us in the evening? The Jiang family suddenly changed their minds and turned the family dinner of several people into a dinner for a group of people. You were not invited?"

Wen Yi said that the Jiang family almost invited the entire upper-class circle of Jiangcheng, and even some families they usually look down on were invited, and some low-key wealthy families also received invitations.

Of course, whether to go or not is the choice of the invitee.

Although it is not a businessman in Jiangcheng, XR Entertainment is a big company. Now it is a little bit thin in Jiangcheng, especially in the entertainment industry.

As expected, the Jiang family should have sent an invitation letter.

Wenqian snorted coldly without denying it, "Let me go to the Jiang family dinner, are they worthy?"

There was a strong sarcasm in his tone. When talking about the Jiang family, the discussion was like this, and the nostrils looked at the sky.

"What does second brother mean is not going?"

Jiang Yuan followed behind him, his eyes filled with jokes.

"Will you not go there even if Miss Wen go? What if someone really falls in love with Sister Wen..."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Before Jiang Yu'an finished speaking, he was interrupted by the discussion.

He stopped and turned around to retort, "Wen Yi is just an artist in our company, Shang Yuanyuan, put away your random thoughts, OK?"

The steps stopped too suddenly and caught off guard, Jiang Yu'an hit the chest and mouth of the discussion, which made her nose sore.

She covered her nose and focused her head, her eyes turned physiologically red, and she looked aggrieved and pitiful.

"Is it okay?"

Shang Yu behind him frowned and asked worriedly.

The discussion also frowned and looked at her.

Jiang Yuan raised his head and waved his hand, with a heavy nasal voice: "It's okay, just wait."

He snorted coldly on the side of the discussion, "I deserve it."

Jiang Yuan glared at him, "You said I, it's a blessing that my nose is real. If it's like the artists in your circle do it, do you still have to pay for it?"

After the words fell, it was silent for a moment, and then the three of them burst into laughter, finally bringing the topic over.

In contrast, the atmosphere at the Presidential Office of the Fu Group is not that good.

Early in the morning, Fu Beixing assigned various tasks, which made people breathless.

It was only when Jiang Yanzhou slowly swayed to the office with a cup of coffee, which made people feel more relaxed.

"Oh, who has messed with our President Fu again this morning?"

Jiang Yanzhou not only brought coffee, but also breakfast, and placed it on the reception coffee table in Fu Beixing's office, and he had no time to spare.

"Let me guess, is it because my cute Yuanyuan wakes up early in the morning and makes you angry with this prospective ex-husband? Or is it because President Fu was not satisfied with something last night, this morning..."

"Jiang, Yan, Zhou."

Before Jiang Yanzhou could say anything inappropriately, he was interrupted by Fu Beixing sternly.

But the person wrapped in anger didn't think anything was there at all, and was still slowly fiddling with his breakfast.

Hearing Fu Beixing calling his name, he scratched his ears indifferently.

"You can hear it, you can hear it with both ears. President Fu, you don't have to shout so loudly."

"You can just speak normally." Fu Beixing couldn't stand it.

"Tsk, listen to what you said, why am I not normal?"

Jiang Yanzhou couldn't help rolling his eyes at him.

Fu Beixing glanced at him with a squinted eye, "You're eating very abnormally."

Which normal person would eat coffee with fried dough sticks like this?

"What do you know? This is called the combination of Chinese and Western."

Jiang Yanzhou snorted lightly and retorted.

He finally placed all his food on the coffee table, then slowly picked up the coffee, took a sip, and then slowly took a bite of the fried dough sticks.

The fried dough sticks that were just out of the pot were still crispy, making a crackling sound in the office, and the aroma of oil mixed with the aroma of the office, making the taste unspeakable strange.

Fu Beixing couldn't help it, so he fell down his signature pen and covered it with a lid. His dark eyes looked at Jiang Yanzhou, "Can you go to the tea room and come back?"

Jiang Yanzhou's words were vague: "I'm busy."

He ate, his eyes were still on the computer, and his hand that had no food was typing on the keyboard from time to time, without looking at Fu Beixing.

Obviously, I was still holding a grudge yesterday. Fu Beixing made him move.

Fu Beixing pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and said slowly: "If you are still angry about what happened yesterday, I apologize to you. But you should also know that Jiang Yanqin did not take any advantage. What should belong to you or yours."

"He is worthy of taking advantage of me? Get out of him!"

Jiang Yanzhou raised his eyes, glanced at Fu Beixing, and snorted coldly.

It was not Jiang Yanqin who was angry at all.

What he was angry was that Fu Beixing used Jiang Yanqin to disgust him.

But the disdain on his face only lasted for a few seconds. Jiang Yanzhou suddenly sat upright on the sofa, and his face became serious.

"I said to Lao Fu, you are not a damn personality, right?"

After the words came to an end, the office suddenly became silent.

The man at the table was also silent, holding the signature pen for a long time.

After a long time, he raised his eyes in his voice: "What did you say?"

He does have mental illness. He has been seeing a psychiatrist since the death of his old man.

But he never told me about this.

Including his mother, Ms. Wen Fengjiao, and Jiang Yanzhou.

Except for his exclusive doctor and himself, no one knows that he has a mental illness.

But he knew his condition and had seen cases. In addition to claustrophobia, there were some other symptoms that did not have much impact on life.

Multiple personality, no.

Jiang Yanzhou did not notice something wrong with Fu Beixing, and his eyes were always on the computer in front of him.

After pausing a certain screen on the computer, he took the notebook and sent it to Fu Beixing, "Look at it yourself, does this person look like you."

Fu Beixing looked impatient, especially when Jiang Yanzhou leaned over, he felt even more resistant.

But when I saw the picture on the computer clearly, my whole body suddenly froze.

What was suspended was a surveillance video, and he knew the time and place very well.

He has been to the No. 9 Mansion yesterday.

In the picture, although half of the man in suit hidden in the crowd was hidden in the light and shadow, the half of his face and temperament and figure she exposed were clearly Fu Beixing!

"When Yuanyuan was drinking yesterday, we noticed someone was staring at her secretly. In addition, some of the things she said after getting drunk yesterday, so I checked it overnight. I didn't find it abroad, but I found out that on the day she returned to China, someone tried to track her at the airport. Guess who is behind it?"
Chapter completed!