; one wrong word could cause trouble.From both a personal and logical standpoint, Miss Shen is the most suitable candidate.The store manager personally led them to try on the dresses. They were five s...The streetlights streamed into the car in clusters. Fu Yan had been drinking and was drowsy, but she knew she was in Huo Mingzheng's car and didn't dare to fall asleep. Her eyelids drooped and she leaned listlessly against the door.

"Are you dating Fu Jing already" Huo Mingzheng's voice suddenly came, floating and unreal. Fu Yan was startled.

The car slowly drove into the residential area.

Her heartbeat was racing. She wanted to lie and say yes, but she couldn't resist Huo Mingzheng's influence over her after all these years. She mumbled, "Fu Jing is very good to me."

A low chuckle escaped the man's throat. Fu Yan didn't know if she had misheard. She got out of the car without looking back, her head down. She saw the white slippers on her feet and her eyes welled up with tears.

After Fu Yan went upstairs, Huo Mingzheng sat in the back row and lit a cigarette.

The car window slowly lowered, and smoke drifted out. He looked up at the lit windows upstairs, a subtle ripple passing through his cold eyes.

Cao Fang rushed over, "Mr. Huo."

"Let's go."

Cao Fang opened the driver's side car door and got in.

The car drove out of the residential complex. Huo Mingzheng, his voice hoarse and low after smoking, said, "You have a good memory, don't you"

Cao Fang was taken aback and immediately thought of Qin Heng. If he had known that Dr. Qin was so unreliable, he shouldn't have said so much when he questioned him on the phone!

"Mr. Huo, I was wrong."

Ho Mingzheng let out a cold snort, "It's good that you admitted your mistake. Starting tomorrow, you'll be stationed at the company reception for a week, and Cao Yuan will be by my side."

Cao Fang instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew he was good-looking, and the female employees at the company were out of his league. They would fawn over him openly and secretly, but because Huo Mingzheng was around, they didn't dare approach him. What if he had to stay at the front desk tomorrow Wouldn't those temptresses chase after him

Just thinking about that scene, Cao Fang shivered and quickly begged for mercy: "Mr. Huo, I really know I was wrong."

"Two weeks."

Mr. Huo, I...

"One month."

Cao Fang: "..."

......

The next day, Fu Yan met Shen Wei while waiting for the elevator.

It's no wonder Xia often says that Shen Wei's style is becoming more and more like hers. Yesterday, Fu Yan wore a new Chinese-style long dress with a knitted cardigan over it, and today Shen Wei wore something similar.

She remembered that Shen Wei wasn't this stylish when he first came to the company. In just under three weeks, he had changed.

Shen Wei wore high heels, which made her slightly taller than Fu Yan, who wore flats. "Xiao Yan, you look pretty good today. Didn't have any nightmares last night"

Fu Yan looked at the numbers jumping on the screen. Last night, they had made things clear between them, so there was no need to be polite anymore. "People who have done a lot of wrong will have nightmares. Mr. Shen, you should still worry about yourself."

Shen Wei sneered, "It's just by using your sharp tongue to seduce Zheng, isn't it"

"This is a natural talent, Director Shen..." She deliberately paused, her gaze sweeping over his attire, smiling, "You can't even imitate it."

The elevator dinged and stopped.

Fu Yan stood aside, "General Shen, please."

Shen Wei pulled a smile onto his face in a second, and as he walked out of the elevator, he brushed past Fu Yan. He smiled meaningfully, "Don't be too smug, in less than a month I'll be your sister-in-law."

Fu Yan returned to her workstation not long ago, and Xiaoxiao ran over from the tea room with coffee, "Sister Yan, did you mess up the collaboration last night"

Xia Xia heard the gossip in the tea room and immediately came back to find her.

Fu Yan told her the general idea of what had happened. Xia was so angry that she slammed her fist on the table, “That old slut deserves to be castrated!”

The phone rang and Fu Yan picked it up. It was the president's office calling.

"Ms. Fu, Mr. Fu would like you to come up. Qin Heng looked puzzled.How come every other day it's either being scratched by a cat or being kicked by a donkeyFor about three seconds, Qin Heng finally had a realization and boldly guessed, "Are y...